Roman waved, blowing kisses out to the crowd that was screaming his praises—cheering for him, telling him how much they adored him—he was very respected by his people, both for putting wonderful, helpful initiatives in place, doing honorable things, and protecting the citizens. He was the prince who every kingdom wished they had, and they were very grateful that he would one day become their king.

He had just gotten back home from slaying a beast, and wore its skin on his back as a sign that he had won. Everybody was gathered around the town square, anxiously waiting for his return.

As they saw him raise his bloody sword into the sky, the crowd had erupted into cheers. The skin of the creature was furry, and soft. It was huge, and looked very heavy on Roman. Of course, he would end up splitting it amongst the weavers and the carpet makers, supplying them with some materials. Such a kind prince—and surely, everyone would want a carpet made from a beast their very own prince had slain. Business would be booming in no time.

"Madam" Roman said, putting his sword in his sheath, grabbing a woman's hand, and giving it a gentle kiss as he walked by, promptly causing her to faint in her sister's arms.

Roman loved that effect he had on people, even though he was, you know, very gay.

Roman got back to his castle, eager to greet his father. The beast gave him quite a fight, he'd been away from home for weeks. King Thomas greeted Roman with his arms wide open as his son entered the throne room. Unable to keep his composure any longer, he rushed to his son and engulfed him into a tight hug. Roman wrapped his arms around his father, sinking into the embrace.

Thomas took the back of his son's head in his hands and pulled him deeper into the hug, whispering, "I'm so proud of you. I was so afraid, but I knew you had it in you. That beast...it had been terrorizing the neighboring villages for weeks now. Nobody was able to do anything. Not even the strongest, bravest of all the guards and knights were able to kill it. Were able to come back without serious injury" he pulled away from Roman, "few came back at all. But you're here!"

Roman flushed under the praise, wanting to hold onto his father forever. Roman loves fighting monsters, loved being brave...but he was seventeen. He was still young, and still needed the guidance of his father, "Thank you. I missed you so much."

His father's gaze was heavy with the pride he felt for his son, "I love you, Roman. Now, you've had such a long few weeks. I'm excited to hear the tales of your journey, but it is late, and you must be exhausted. Go, soak in a hot bath. Relax, take a long rest. I will be here waiting for you in the morning. I had some servants prepare your bedroom for you.".

When he got to his room, the lights were dimmed, his bed was made, all of his laundry was folded, and he had a glass filled with water on his bedside table, and a meal next to it . He sighed, lying in his bed.

He was quick to eat his meal and drink his water. He took a quick shower, too exhausted to bathe. He was sure the next morning, he would take a long bath, though.

When all was said and done, he laid down, and promptly fell asleep.

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"King Thomas, listen to me! If we joined together, we could be so powerful! Nobody could stop us! We could form an alliance, and trust me, we will rule all twelve of the kingdoms! I mean, with the respect you and your son have gained, it would be-"

"King Janus" Thomas cut in, "You don't know what you're talking about. You are a very young, fairly new king. You've barely held the throne for three years, so i'll say again. You don't know what you're talking about. I'm old, and experienced, and my son will not be taking part in whatever twisted plan you have."

"Thomas, you don't understand, this will be great! Imagine the power we'd have, we would rule!!"

"I don't need power. I don't want it either. What would I do with power? Make my citizens afraid? I need respect, not fear, in my kingdom" Thomas scoffed, "you need to form smaller alliances before the big ones. People will be more likely to agree with you if you're experienced, instead of throwing these tantrums. You have tried this same routine with every other king and queen."

"Citizens? Please, peasants perhaps? And Thomas, you're being dramatic, please-"

"That will be final, king Janus. I've heard plenty about you. You're-you're twisted, and manipulative. You will not fool me. Thank you for visiting, but I think you've overstayed your welcome" Thomas pointed towards the door, "I would prefer if I didn't need to get my guards to escort you out. "

Janus glared, slamming the door as he stomped off. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, "how can I get him to agree with me? I need his respect..maybe I just need him to say he respects me..but how?" He asked.

And then he had an idea. A terrible, horrible idea. It was in fact, twisted, just horrible enough to make a wicked smile spread across his lips.

He chuckled, getting the attention of a nearby maid, "lead me to Prince Roman's corridors."

"May I inquire why?" The young lady asked, looking a little suspicious. His smile looked evil.

Though that smile went away, and was replaced with a frown, his eyes shifting into an angry glare, "are you, a peasant maid, questioning I, a king of high royal status?" He questioned slowly, venom lacing his tone.

"I-uhm, s-sorry, i'll-"

"No!" He barked, "Everything I do is for a good reason. So you'd better show some respect for me, unless you want me to personally go to the king and tell him of your disobedience!" He slammed a fist into the wall next to her, and she shrunk below him.

"Yes, of course your majesty, right away" she said, voice shaking as her hands quivered, she lead Janus to Roman's room, and promptly left to go back to dusting the ceiling lights.

Janus entered Roman's room, no knocking,  no warning, and as he entered, he noticed the lights were on, though very dimly. There was an empty glass of what he assumed was water next to Roman's bedside, and the prince was sleeping peacefully.

From his bag, Janus grabbed tape, a rag, and some rope.

He gagged the prince, tied him up, and when Roman began to scream into his gag, he shushed him harshly, and told him that no harm would come to anyone if he would shut his mouth. He opened the door to Roman's balcony, and down the ladder he went, escaping from the side of the building.

He forced Roman to climb down with him, and once they were safely on the ground, Janus tackled Roman, binding his hands and legs together, throwing him in the back of his carriage, and yelling at the coach, telling him to go.

Roman's eyes were wide with fear as he sat across from Janus in the carriage. The gag was taped around his mouth, he was on his knees, hands tied behind him. He was bound to the carriage so that he could barely move.

It was a nice carriage, a bit spacious, enough room to stand up if needed, the seats were finely cushioned, and there was enough space between them so that they weren't too close.

"Your Royal Highness...Prince of Krimpton" Janus smirked, laughing dark and heavy.

Roman muffled into his gag, trying to escape his ties. He moved the gag around in his mouth so he could spit it out, but the tape forced it back in. He had fought the toughest of monsters. The cruelest of dictators, the harshest of beasts—and here he was, taken from his sleep, powerless to do anything against someone who he could easily dispose of.

Janus got up, "I suppose since we're alone," he ripped the tape off in one go, "you may speak."

Roman spat the gag out, and began to breathe heavily, asking a thousand questions a minute, "why are you doing this? Why did you take me? Who are you working for?!"

"Roman, Roman, please. You can trust me."

"..um, you KIDNAPPED ME?!" He exclaimed, "how can I trust you?"

"Well, I won't lay a finger on you. I simply need you as a bribe for your father. I need to gain his respect, for he is one of the most respected and powerful kings of all the land. I tried to reason with him, though he would not listen. You are my last resort."

Roman quieted down after the explanation, though still didn't trust him, if he wanted to hurt Roman, he would, and with no regrets, at that. Roman rubbed his knees together, as he shifted around. Now that the adrenaline was dying off, he began to realize something really, really embarrassing.

He had to pee.

Of course, his little baby bladder had to  pee right now!

Perhaps a full glass of water, before bed especially, wasn't such a good choice. Because he had to go quite badly, and now that he was noticing it, he had been too tired before bed to go too. He could not show any weakness in front of his captor, though. He had to hold his head high and pretend everything was alright. It was unprofessional, undignified, of a prince to resort to begging, "You really should learn to take no for an answer. My father is the wisest man I know. If he told you no, it's for a good reason."

Janus fell into silence to examine the prince once he heard the tremor in his voice. He heard the small stressed puffs of breath coming from his lips as he squirmed around, he saw how he'd clench and rub his thighs together, and for a brief moment, Janus thought that he was hard.

But no, he couldn't see a bulge, and he was sure that Roman didn't have that small of a penis, and was fairly certain he didn't think this moment was kinky. Perhaps, he was attempting an escape. They were in a fast moving carriage though, so there wasn't much that Roman could do if he did escape from the bondage he was in.

Roman and Janus caught each other's eyes for just a moment. Roman quickly looked away, red faced as he began to visibly shake. He couldn't cross his legs, or use his hands to hold himself, h was helpless, and pathetic. He leaned forward, and squeezed as hard as he could, the pressure couldn't have been helping all that much, but it sure did feel good.

"Roman?" Janus questioned with a smirk, finally realizing what was going on. Roman's eyes were squeezed shut, and he was sighing deeply. He looked up at Janus in a begging way. He felt so ashamed. He was a prince.

"Roman, if you piss yourself in my carriage, maybe I will lay a few fingers on you" Janus hissed.

"P-please, I beg you, untie me!" Roman exclaimed. His bladder was getting quite inpatient, pressured and heavy in his abdomen, "i-I just might" he admitted, face as red as a tomato.

And Janus found it adorable how flustered Roman was, though he'd never admit it. He kind of wanted to mess with Roman some more, but he was starting to get a few ideas for later, which involved much more embarrassment on Roman's part.

  Janus used a knife to cut the ropes around Romans hands and legs. Roman quickly got out of the dishonorable position he was in on his knees, and began to hold himself and bounce his leg.

Janus watched in amusement as Roman stared at the floor, refusing to make any sort of eye contact at all. It felt like Janus had power over him.

"K-king Janus, could we please stop? I-I don't think I can hold it for very long!" Roman exclaimed in a worried, high pitched tone. He was beyond embarrassed, fingers clamped around himself as he admitted that, like a little child, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"But of course" Janus said, "we may stop as soon as the horses fancy a break."

Roman was dreading Janus's response, though was surprised that he'd let him go. ...If the horses needed a break.

It took about fifteen minutes for that to happen, and Roman was beyond his breaking point by then. When he finally heard the coachman stop the carriage, and call, "Sire! The horses require a break!" He was beyond ecstatic.

"Very well, Roman? I believe you may get some relief now."

Both of them quickly hopped out of the carriage, Janus grabbing Roman by his collar, "ah-ah-ah" he sing-songed, "not so fast. We wouldn't want the great and mighty prince Roman caught with his pants down in the middle of the street, now would we?" Janus asked with a smirk.

"And I certainly wouldn't want to be caught with you. It's just a Matter of time until your father sends the whole royal guard looking for you. We must find a safer spot deeper in the woods, this carriage street isn't safe" Janus said, leading Roman into the woods.

Roman could barely walk, he had to go so bad, it wasn't even funny, he was about to explode, and he did not want to wet himself in front of a king!

They went walking, until they finally found a good tree,  with wonderful coverage.

"Alright. Go on, get in position or whatever."

"Y-you're going to watch?" Roman squeaked, looking up at Janus.

"Why, of course I am, my prince. I wouldn't want you trying anything funny..now would I?" He asked lowly.

Roman blushed, pulling himself out. He looked at Janus for permission, and he nodded. It took Roman a good couple of seconds to get over his pee shyness before he slowly began to spray the ground with his piss.

And god, it felt so fantastic to finally let it go. His stream gained power and speed after just a few seconds, because it felt so good to just let go. He sighed, relaxing and sagging into himself. The pitter patter that his heavy flow had against the leaves and the tree was loud in his ears, and he felt quite ashamed by it.

Nevertheless, he continued, until his bladder had emptied itself out, as he shook off, and put himself away, a shiver ran up his spine.

"Ooh, pee shivers? How cute" Janus smirked.

Roman hid his face, completely and utterly mortified by what had happened. He felt like he had been demeaned, as he was very humiliated by what had happened, "you speak of this to no one" Roman whispered.

"Not a soul shall hear" Janus smirked.

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Over the course of the next few hours, Roman had tried to escape many, many times. As soon as they'd gotten there in fact, Roman immediately opened the door and began to run.

He didn't get very far, before Janus was yelling, "guards, seize him!!"

And he was captured, yet again, and dragged to the dungeon.

"Tsk tsk, Roman. Now I was going to show at least some hospitality, and not put you in the same place as these peasants, however, you've proved to be very difficult. Guards! Chain him."

And he found himself on his knees again, in the same position he had been in in the carriage.

"Hydrate the boy really well....and oh..Do not let him use the toilet. Force him to hold his pee." Janus smirked, leaving the dungeons.

He sat down to write a letter to Roman's father.

He basically wrote that he would shame his son, humiliation of a very high degree, in front of his kingdom the next day. He wrote to him that he would regret his decisions to not be his ally, but he would bring his son back, without harm, if he agreed to publicly respect him.

He sent the letter, and since the mail ran fast, he hoped for a response by the next day or so.

He, after a few hours, began to check on Roman. He was being force fed water, but Janus stopped them after a while after asking how much he'd had. Janus smirked at Roman, as he begged to be let go, begged for the toilet-it was quite adorable.

He grabbed Roman's chin forcefully, making him look him in the eyes, "Now now, my prince. You'll go in the morning. You just have to hold it for tonight." He let go of him, and addressed the guards, "if he wets himself against my orders, humiliate him. Force him to sit in it, and get one of those new camera devices to take a picture of it. That would be a lovely gift to his father."

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Wearing bright white pants was a huge mistake, as Roman had recognized the next morning. While yes, he had been able to keep himself dry throughout the night, every time he woke up, he was forced to drink more water, so by the morning time his lower half was too sore to even squirm much anymore, and there was a visible wet patch on the front of his pants.

Through all of this strange, very specific, and extreme torture, Roman was focused on keeping at least some pride, some dignity to him. He stopped begging to be untied after a while, and kept his mouth clamped shut.

Just until the morning time, when Janus came down to his cell and unlock it. He was let out of his chains, and tied with rope, as Janus harshly tugged him outside.

When they got there, Roman had to cover his face, it was such a contrast from the dark cell he was previously in. Janus's smirk never faltered, and  he had brought Roman out to a platform in front of a large crowd. It seemed like the whole kingdom was there.

Large mirrors were placed around Roman so everyone could have a good view.

"We have captured Prince Roman!" Janus exclaimed, causing the crowd to scream for a good two minutes, cheering and laughing.

Janus untied Roman, and kicked him down, whispering, "go on, piss pretty boy.."

Roman sat up, his white jeans beautifully glistening as he leaked. He had to hold it-he had to prove that he was stronger than this, especially under the watchful eyes of all these people-but he just couldn't. It hurt so bad, and he knew that it would feel so good to just give up, to let go.

He felt a sharp pang hit his heavy bladder, and he held himself tightly. Janus grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, "going to make a mess of your expensive little outfit?" Janus questioned.

"Look at you. Pathetic. Your father would be so ashamed!" He kicked Roman back down to his knees, and that's when everything hit Roman all at once. He couldn't hold it anymore, he had to go now.

He gasped as the hit urine began to leak out if him, beyond his control. 'No no no no no no no!' He thought, he was pissing himself in front of Janus's entire kingdom. This would be in the paper-people were already taking pictures.

Janus laughed maniacally as he kicked Roman down. His jeans wouldn't last, as they were quickly covered with a dark layer if piss, a puddle pooling underneath his ass and going all around him. And as if he couldn't get any more embarrassed, he began to cry.

And the crowd loved it. They were laughing and yelling and making great fun of him. He felt so humiliated, he hated this so much, but the release felt so good. All of the pent up piss left such a horrid smell, and such a huge puddle.

It felt warm, and wet, and was getting everywhere. By the time he was finished, he was thoroughly soaked.

"Now, look at the mess you've made! Pathetic, such a shame! Now you'll sit in the mess you've made!" Janus yelled, the whole crowd screaming out, 'yes!'

He left Roman and his humiliation outside for all to see, tied up to the platform.

And he just sat there, speechless and humiliated, waiting for his father to come. After days, he'd wet himself many more times, and to his complete and utter humiliation, that's how his father found him. Darkened jeans, soggy from days before, large puddles all around him, being mocked and laughed at.

Roman fell into his fathers arms after he was untied, too exhausted and traumatized to do anything but sob into his arms. He was taken home, cleaned up, and fed. Janus was sentenced by a royal court to prison. It was treason to do that to a royal, a prince of the greatest king no less.