Alex had been buzzing for weeks, texting Jamie nonstop about this "new kink" he'd discovered in some obscure forum. "Golden showers," he'd typed with a string of fire emojis. "I want you to piss all over me while I'm tied down. Fuck, the thought of it makes me so hard." Jamie had been hesitant at first but got on board fast once Alex kept pushing, sending links and fantasies that painted it as the ultimate surrender. By the time Friday night rolled around, Alex was still riding that initial thrill as they dimmed the lights in their bedroom, stripped down, and Jamie secured the soft cuffs around his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. "Ready, baby?" Jamie asked, voice thick with lust, standing over him naked, cock already half-hard. Their eyes locked, and Alex forced a grin, nodding eagerly even as a tiny voice in his head whispered *what the fuck am I doing?* The excitement had evaporated the second Jamie agreed and started prepping—grabbing towels, a plastic sheet, even a damn funnel from the kitchen like some prepared porn director. Now, spread-eagle on the bed with his legs yanked wide, cock soft against his thigh and asshole clenching from nerves, Alex felt nothing but a stomach-dropping awkwardness. This wasn't hot. It was clinical, exposing, and the smell of the lube they'd used earlier mixed with the faint tang of anticipation made his skin crawl. But Jamie looked so into it. Their face was flushed, nipples tight, one hand slowly stroking their own dick to full mast while the other trailed up Alex's inner thigh. "God, I've been thinking about marking you all day. Pissing on that pretty cock and those balls, watching it drip down your crack. You still want this, right?" Alex's mouth went dry. *Say no. Tell them it's not doing it for you. Safeword. Anything.* The words stuck in his throat like glue. They'd hyped this up for so long—Alex had been the one begging, sending voice notes moaning about how he wanted Jamie's hot piss flooding his mouth, soaking his hair, claiming every inch. Backing out now would make him look flaky, indecisive, like he couldn't handle his own fantasy. The embarrassment of admitting "actually this feels gross and unsexy" burned hotter than any kink. So he swallowed hard, nodded again, and croaked, "Yeah... do it. Cover me." Jamie beamed, that excited grin hitting Alex like a gut punch. They climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest first, heavy balls dragging over his sternum. "Fuck, you're so good for me." Jamie aimed their cock downward, the thick vein pulsing as they relaxed. A moment later, the stream hit—hot, forceful piss splashing directly onto Alex's collarbone, then arcing up to his neck and jaw. It was warmer than he expected, almost scalding, and the acrid smell flooded his nose immediately, sharp and urine-sharp like ammonia mixed with whatever Jamie had drunk that day. Droplets splattered his lips, a few landing on his tongue before he could clamp his mouth shut. His stomach lurched. *This is disgusting. Stop. Please stop.* But he didn't say it. Instead, he let out a shaky moan that he hoped sounded turned on, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold Jamie had added for "immersion." The piss kept coming, stronger now, Jamie shifting to aim lower. It blasted across Alex's chest, soaking his nipples, then down his abs in a relentless golden flood that pooled in his navel before overflowing. Jamie was breathing hard, clearly loving every second, their free hand pumping their cock to keep the flow going. "Look at you, all wet and marked. Your dick's twitching— you love this, don't you?" Alex's cock was twitching, but not from arousal. It was shrinking, pulling up tight against his body as the warm liquid reached his groin. Jamie adjusted, the stream now hitting his balls full-force, the pressure making them tingle uncomfortably before cascading over his perineum and asshole. The wetness seeped everywhere, soaking the sheet under him, the plastic crinkling loudly with every tiny shift of his hips. It felt invasive, like his body was being used as a toilet in the most literal, unsexy way possible. A rivulet trickled into his crack, burning slightly against his hole, and he had to bite back a gag when the smell intensified up close. *This was a mistake. I hate this. Why didn't I just say something before we started?* The awkwardness clawed at him—Jamie was so enthusiastic, moaning about how "fucking filthy and perfect" he looked covered in their piss, how they wanted to rub it into his skin next, maybe make him lick some off their fingers. Alex's face burned under the blindfold, a mix of humiliation that had nothing to do with kink and pure regret. His heart pounded, not with excitement but with the dread of dragging this out. He could feel the piss cooling now, sticky and clammy on his skin, and every breath brought that pungent odor deeper into his lungs. Jamie finished with a sigh, shaking the last drops onto Alex's softening cock, then leaned down to kiss him messily, tongue pushing past his lips and tasting the faint bitterness there. "Your turn to beg for more, baby. Want me to sit on your face and give you the rest?" Alex's mind screamed to end it, but his voice betrayed him with a weak, "Mmm... yeah," as he lay there drenched, trapped by his own awkward silence and the fear of killing Jamie's high. The act continued, Jamie shifting positions, and Alex endured every splash and drip, muscles tense, praying it would be over soon while pretending this was everything he'd wanted. Inside, the excitement from weeks ago had curdled into something heavy and wrong, but the words to stop it stayed locked away, buried under layers of embarrassment and the crushing weight of not wanting to disappoint.