At 10:30 in the morning, precisely, Dean met Naomi, Jimmy, and Jey, at the yellow sedan. He was pleasantly stoned, and happily caffeinated, having drunk almost an entire carafe of free coffee. Weed and coffee were his vices, well those and the fact that he was a kinky boy. He had woken up hard, but had not disobeyed Naomi's orders. He stowed his bags in the trunk with the others and was about to get in shotgun, beside Jey, who was driving, when Naomi stopped him.

"Now, I know how bad boys get when they first wake up... Did you behave yourself this morning, Mr. Ambrose?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Dean replied, proudly.

"Good. Did you remember to use the restroom?"

Dean blushed, but still flashed her a smile. "I did."

"You'd better have," Naomi warned, and got into the car.

Due to the amount of coffee he'd had, it wasn't long before Dean's bladder felt like a water balloon. They hadn't even been on the road an hour and a half yet, so he didn't want to say anything. Maybe they would stop soon for lunch. "Think about something else!" Naomi had told him yesterday, so he looked for distraction.

"Hey, you guys want to play the alphabet game?" He asked his traveling companions.

"No," they replied, almost in unison.

"How about counting cars?"

Again, a chorus of "nos".

"Roadkill bingo?"

Jey laughed. "What?"

"A spin on license plate bingo, but with dead animals," Dean grinned.

"Going to have to pass," Jey replied.

"What about one of those stories where we pick up where the last person left off?" Dean suggested. "I'll start."

"Those are dumb." Naomi yawned, and leaned against Jimmy.

"I like them," Jimmy shrugged.

Jey agreed. "A little throwback to summer camp."

"Majority rules!" Dean declared. "Here goes... Once upon a time, there was this group of stupid college kids on spring break. One of the guys, let's call him, um...Peyton, plans this trip to his family's cabin on a lake. So, they load up the cars and head on down, a half a day's worth of driving. They stay in touch with their cellphones, and although Peyton hasn't been to the cottage since he was thirteen, he remembers the way using what he thinks of as landmarks. Stuff like a huge statue of Paul Bunyan, signs for a ski lodge that was just a few miles from the cottage, and finally, once they had left the highway and began a series of turns on small roads, a very large, very decrepit three-story farmhouse. When he was a kid he thought it was haunted, and it gave him creeps. He was surprised to see it still standing after eight years, and even more surprised that it still made his balls crawl."

Jimmy laughed. "The haunted house made his balls crawl! Dean, this is classic!"

"Thank you, thank you." Dean flashed a smile, and continued his story. "But, the haunted house that made his balls crawl meant that the cottage wasn't much further, only a few more miles. Peyton was soon busy opening the cabin, turning on the propane, water tap, and electricity, and unlocking the outhouse that he forgot all about the nasty old house. Before long, he was down by the lake with his friends around the fire pit, drinking beer and making stick burgers and s'mores and other campfire crap...Which brings me to ask: When will we be stopping for lunch?" Dean broke the story. He had to, his bladder was starting to cramp.

"Well, since we won't get to Arlington until about seven, and we had a late breakfast, I was thinking of a late lunch, around two. That way, we don't have to eat twice on the road," Jey replied, and Naomi and Jimmy agreed that would be best.

Dean blushed, so embarrassed. "I'm going to need to stop before then."

"Thought you seemed a little antsy," Jey replied. "I'll stop at the next place we come to."

"Thanks. I'm sorry, coffee makes me pee. I actually have a big yellow smiley face mug with that phrase printed on it at home." Dean apologized, and loosened his belt.

"Coffee is the worst thing for your bladder," Jimmy spoke up, busy in his phone. "That, and alcohol."

"Thank you, Captain Hindsight," Dean, who could become irritable when he really needed to pee, said tightly.

"Hey, I'm only trying to help...Here it is: 'How to Deal When You Really Need to Pee and There's No Bathroom'," Jimmy announced, reading off his phone.

Naomi rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Someone actually wrote a how-to on that?"

"A few of them. This one says to think sexy thoughts, because when a man's mind is preoccupied with sex...Well, you get the idea. Jey, bro, turn on the heat, says here that staying warm helps. Dean, you should sit or lay in whatever position puts the least amount of pressure on your bladder. And, none of us should poke at him, tickle him, or joke around about anything having to do with water, bathrooms, or peeing."

Deliberately ignoring this, Naomi shook a half empty water bottle and Dean pavloved. His bladder cramped painfully, and he had to hold himself and squirm.

"Baby, that's not nice," Jimmy shook his head in a gentle scolding, and took the bottle from his wife. "Dean's having a hard time right now."

"Gee, why don't you send me a sympathy card or something." Dean tried to laugh. "Oh, that hurts."

"I know, this how-to says not to laugh," Jimmy said.

"Thanks, Encyclopedia Uso," Jey said, in a stiff voice.

"Uh-oh, Jey's gotta piss, too," Jimmy announced.

"Yeah, I do, but probably not as bad as Dean does."

"I'll pull up my GPS," Jimmy said. "There's a rest area coming up."

"How far?" Jey wanted to know. He was trying to adjust the drawstring and waistband of his Adidas tearaways while driving.

"About twenty-seven, no twenty-six miles from here. Just relax, bro, you'll be cool." Jimmy gently squeezed and patted his brother's shoulder, trying to soothe his distress, which, as a twin, he was keenly aware of. Jey looked pretty cool, but Jimmy could sense the inner turmoil...Jey was pee shy. He couldn't go anywhere like Jimmy could, Jey needed a bathroom.

"Boy, put your seat belt on!" Naomi ordered Dean.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Dean replied, and did so. His cock apparently liked it when Naomi called him a boy. He remembered what Jimmy had read to him about thinking sexy thoughts, and recalled yesterday's fun.

Jey gave up trying to adjust the waistband of his tearaways and unsnapped them instead. He gave a small sigh of relief as his bladder gave him what he knew was only a temporary reprieve. He hoped it would be long enough to get to the rest area, though. The only other option was embarrassing; wetting himself.

But, it didn't happen that day. Jey was still very much in control when he pulled off the highway and into the busy rest area. Dean begged to be let out at the walkway, and Jey indulged him. Dean ran for the building, ignoring Jimmy's advice to walk instead.

"You still okay?" Jimmy asked Jey.

Jey nodded.

"Okay, just remember, no running."

Naomi, Jimmy, and Jey walked up to the building and opened the double doors into chaos. A crowd of men and boys milled about, more or less showing their impatience, while two sheriffs, male and female, stood guard over the men's room. The man waved Naomi forward, while the woman repeated: "Ladies only." Apparently, the women's restroom was out of order, and everyone had to use the men's, in seven-minute shifts.

Jimmy cast a worried look at Jey.

"I'm good, I can hold on. I wonder what happened to Dean, though. I don't see him anywhere, do you?"

"No. Why don't you go sit down on that bench? Sitting helps," Jimmy suggested.

"Bro, I'm good, I don't need to sit down."

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck, Jimmy, yes, I'm sure. I can wait my turn, I'm not a kid. I'm just worried about Dean."

"Dean Ambrose?" A random little kid turned around, his eyes as big as saucers. "Wow! Dad! Hey, look, Dad! The Usos!" He tugged on the hem of dad's shirt.

"Oh, fuck," Jimmy muttered, as other people turned to stare, and embarrassed dad tried to shush big-eyed junior, who was even wearing a Cena t-shirt with coordinating medallion.

Jey smiled and said: "Yes, I'm Jey, and he's Jimmy."

"I know! I know!" Junior gushed excitedly. "Uso crazy!"

Jey squatted down to kid level. "What's your name?"

"Bradin Matthews. That's my dad."

Jey shook his little hand. "Nice to meet you, Bradin." He rose to shake hands with embarrassed dad, as well, and learned his name was Matt.

Jey and Jimmy talked with more fans, signed autographs, and posed for a few photos under the watchful eye of the lady sheriff until the restroom became open to men again. Jimmy nearly dragged Jey inside, and found them two stalls, the end one for Jey, the one beside it for himself. It was the most comfortable arrangement for Jey.

Jey didn't have problems peeing, but he worried about Dean. The pit stop was sure to be on social media, and since Dean clearly hadn't made it to the restroom in time, Jey couldn't help but wonder where Dean had found relief, and whether anyone had spotted him. Could get him in trouble.

This he whispered to Jimmy as they washed their hands. The women, and some men, were milling about Naomi when they exited the restroom, and Jimmy whispered the situation to her.

"Not again!" Naomi grumbled in frustration, under her breath to Jimmy. "That boy just doesn't know how to keep himself-"

Jimmy shushed her, and Jey explained to the crowd that they had to get back on the road.

"That boy doesn't have an ounce of discipline!" Naomi complained, as they nearly ran to the car. "He doesn't just play a brat on tv, he is a brat. A little embarrassment on TMZ might be-"

"Look, there he is," Jimmy said, and pointed.

Dean was running out of the woods towards the car. Naomi was a little sad Dean probably wouldn't be embarrassed online, and face possible repercussions at work. He scrambled into the car. "Can one of you grab my black bag from the trunk? Please." So unlike his usual, casual ways.

Jey looked over at Dean. Dean had tied his hoodie around his waist, but there was no hiding it; he'd had an accident.

Naomi stuck her head in the passenger window for a look. "Dirty boy," she commented, then stepped out of the way to allow Jimmy to hand over the bag.

"I told you not to run," he told Dean.

Dean blushed. "Thanks." He rolled up the window, began rummaging in his bag, and told Jey: "I got there just after they stopped letting men in, like twenty seconds. I couldn't wait that long."

"Damn," Jey murmured. "You didn't piss yourself in front of all those people?"

Dean didn't have any clean briefs, he would have to go commando. He shook his head, and began taking the wet things off. "No, that happened on my way to the woods. No one saw me, I don't think, but still how embarrassing."

Jimmy tapped on the window, and Dean rolled it down. "You good now?"

"Yeah, come on in."

Naomi sat down behind Jey, to keep a better eye on Dean. "Do we need to stop and get you some diapers, Mr. Ambrose?"

"Babe, lay off him," Jimmy said, gently. "How would you feel if you were in Dean's shoes?"

"I wouldn't put myself in that situation in the first place," Naomi replied, simply.

"You've never wet your pants?" Jimmy asked her.

"Sure, when I was a kid, not as an adult."

"Not yet, anyway. One day, what happened to Dean could happen to you," Jimmy warned.

"Has it happened to you, dear hubby?"

"No, but it could. Other people I know have been caught short."

A blush from Jey. He had to change the subject. "We should get back on the road. Did you want to throw your bag back in the trunk, Dean?"

"No, I'll just keep it on the floor here. Man, I really hope no one saw that."

"I think you'll be okay," Jey said, and smiled. "We hung out with some fans at the rest area and no one mentioned you, except for a little kid who overheard me say 'Dean'."

"I'll check online in a bit," Jimmy offered. "Just to make sure."

Dean was quiet the whole way to the next town, which was large enough to have a Wal-mart, and a handful of chain restaurants. "Can we stop at Wal-mart?" He asked Jey.

"Again?" Naomi asked, impatiently.

"I don't need to pee, I need to buy something."

"Yeah you do, diapers."

Dean shook his head. "I'm potty trained. So, can we stop?"

"After lunch?" Jey asked.

"I'd prefer before...I don't like going commando," Dean whispered, and blushed.

"Oh, okay!" Jey nodded, and pulled into the parking lot.

At Wal-mart, Dean bought a package of Fruit of the Loom tighty-whity briefs and ripped it open in the men's room. He put a pair on right away, and felt better. He peed in the toilet, too, just in case. When he came from the men's room, Naomi was waiting for him. Immediately, she confiscated his gray Wal-mart bag. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Dean let her take it.

"What have we here? Oh...I don't think you're ready for these yet, Mr. Ambrose," Naomi looked at him reproachfully. "With your recent history of two accidents-"

"It won't happen again, Ma'am."

"Oh, I know it won't." She handed him her bag. "I bought you a little something to guarantee it won't."

Dean looked in the bag. Adult diapers. They weren't the nice, modern ones endorsed by actors and football players, either. "But, Naomi-"

"Excuse me?"

"But, Ma'am," Dean corrected himself, "I already put on a pair of briefs. I used the toilet, too."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I promise. Please don't make me wear...one of these," Dean begged, and held out the bag to her.

Naomi took her bag back. "Okay, Mr. Ambrose. You can have one more chance. But, if you so much as get a drop of pee in your big boy pants, I'm taking them away. And, I'm going to know because I'm going to check, often."

Dean felt himself get hard from the scolding and threats. "Um, I gotta ask...Is my restriction still in effect?"

"Of course, why do you ask?" Naomi looked at him curiously.

"Well, um...It's been awhile since I've been able to... Well, there comes a time in every boy's life when he, um..."

Naomi laughed. "Come on, out with it, you're worse than Roman during a promo."

"As you may have noticed yesterday, I leak a lot of precum," Dean blurted. "I won't have to wear a diaper because of that, will I?"

"No, that wouldn't be right. I understand how boys can get when they can't cum." Naomi smiled sweetly. "But, if you wet your pants again, it's diapers for you."

They had lunch at a mediocre Greek restaurant before getting back in the car to complete the last few hours of the journey to Arlington. Jimmy was at the wheel now, Naomi beside him, Jey and Dean in the back. His driving duties over, Jey was ready to party. He smoked a blunt with Dean, and they both passed out.

Dean awoke because he was cold. He had nearly been snuggling with Jey in his sleep; his head was on his chest, and he had an erection. Embarrassed, Dean shifted over to his own side of the car, and realized his tented pants were wet. Not much, just a little. He knew he hadn't leaked that much pre, and didn't think he'd peed his pants, more like someone, probably Naomi, had poured a little water into his lap to make it look as though he had.

She was looking back at him, smirking. She may as well have admitted it out loud. Apparently, she really wanted to put him in a diaper, for some reason. Dean decided to play along, having realized that being diapered might be just the thing to totally kill his overwhelming sex drive.

"I see you've had yet another accident, Mr. Ambrose. I guess you're not quite ready for your big boy pants, are you?" Naomi asked.

Dean blushed. She was scolding him right in front of Jimmy. "But you made me do it," he said, quietly. He didn't want Jey to wake up and witness it, too.

Naomi laughed. "Yeah, I did. Off with those wet pants."

"In front of Jimmy? What if Jey wakes up?"

"Come on now, you guys see each other naked all the time in the locker room."

That was true. Dean undid his jeans and pulled them, and his briefs down. He hid his hard on with his t-shirt, but when Naomi handed him the diaper, it immediately started going down. The diaper was a larger version of what babies wore; white, thick, crinkly, with side tapes. Awkwardly, never having diapered anyone, much less himself, Dean did the best he could to put it on. Knowing that none of his jeans would fit over the diaper, he put on his pajama sweats. He wasn't comfortable, but at least he wasn't horny. Even the slightest movement made the diaper crinkle, and Dean would helplessly blush even deeper.

"That's better," Naomi commented.

Dean was too humbled to come up with a witty comeback, so he said nothing. He spotted the rest of the blunt he'd been smoking with Jey earlier, and lit it up. He stayed quiet, more or less miserable in the hot, crinkly, puffy diaper.

In Arlington, they checked into the hotel where their rooms were reserved. Dean and Jey were rooming together, but it was Naomi who followed Dean to his room.

"Let's see how you're doing." She said, and pulled down his sweats, and literally tore the diaper off.

Under Naomi's gaze, Dean's sex drive roared back to life, and the pain and desire was worse than ever. Immediately, he grew hard, and precum began seeping anew. His balls ached, as if they were going to burst. Even the act of pulling the hem of his shirt over the shiny purple head of his god awful hard on made him moan.

Naomi approved. She handed him a pair of the new briefs he'd bought at Wal-mart. Dean put them on, and Naomi's warm hand caressed him through the cotton. "Yes, better cage that up," she whispered, and nipped his ear, and Dean moaned again. He wanted to explode.

She took her hand away. "We're supposed to be at practice at eight, right?"

"Yeah."

"Pardon me?"

"I mean, yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy," Naomi smiled, and stroked his bristled face. "Cute."

"When may I cum, Ma'am?" Dean asked.

"When I say you may."

"When will that be, Ma'am?"

Naomi pondered. "I haven't decided yet. Now hurry up and get ready to go."

Dean's hard on had not gone away, not even in the ring. He was trying to focus on an eight man tag team match; Roman, Jimmy, Jey, and himself versus the Wyatt Family and Sheamus. But, all he could think about was cumming. It was painful. He'd tied his hoodie around his waist to hide his erection, but he couldn't hide his clumsiness, slowness, and complete lack of attention. Naomi was among the superstars watching the match, and every time she caught Dean's eye, she'd cast him a sly, flirty smile. His poor throbbing cock was leaking constantly now; he imagined his balls like grenades, ready to just explode-

"Oh, fuck! Look out, Dean!"

Before Dean could react, Jey, thrown by Sheamus, knocked him off the apron. Cum-dumb Dean flew through the air and landed prone on Bo Dallas, who apparently thought it must be his birthday. Bo was giggling, and moving beneath him, and those small movements were all it took to send poor Dean right of the edge, the friction was too much to bear. There, lying atop Bo freakin' Dallas of all people, in front of his friends and coworkers, Dean came. Hot, sticky, jiz filled his new briefs. He managed to slide off of Bo and sat down on the floor, dazed.

Of course, he was surrounded by a chorus of "are you okay" and a hazy blanket of care. He managed to nod. Then, Roman was at his side.

"You get the wind knocked out of you?" Roman asked. Dean still couldn't speak, so Roman took his arm and helped him up. Jey took his other arm. Dean felt some of the jiz run down his leg, and forced himself to look at what he had done. There was no hiding it; his jeans were visibly wet.

"Let's get you to the lounge," Roman began. Then, just awkward silence; he saw what Dean had done. "Or, the locker room..." Roman finished, embarrassed for his friend.

"What's wrong?" Jey asked, then looked at Dean, too. "Wow, I didn't think I hit you that hard. Fuck, I'm sorry."

As even more guys noticed, Dean was relieved to realize they thought he'd peed his pants from being hit, no one thought it was anything more than that. So, he was finally able to laugh and speak: "I was paying tribute to Hunter; this is why we have rehearsals and practices; no, I'll never forget to hit the head before hitting the ring again" and so forth. John Cena lent him a pair of shorts, and everyone left to continue practicing while Dean took a shower.

When he came out of the shower, Naomi was there, a large pink hairbrush in her hand. "Everyone thinks you got hit so hard you peed your pants, which happens sometimes. However, I know it wasn't pee. You deliberately disobeyed me, and came in your pants."

Dean nodded. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I couldn't help it."

"You find Bo that irresistibly sexy?" Naomi teased.

Dean couldn't help but giggle. "No, Ma'am."

"Pull down your pants," Naomi ordered. "Although you claim it was an accident, you still came, so I have to punish you."

Dean pulled down the shorts he'd borrowed from Cena. Again, he was going commando, not feeling right without his briefs, especially in borrowed pants. But, again he was hard, already, even after his embarrassing release. Naomi gave his hard on an amused glance, as if to say again? Or already? But, instead she told him to bend over the bench, and called him a dirty boy.

"Yes, I'm a dirty boy," Dean agreed, breathing hard. He loved being spanked.

"And a bad boy. And bad boys get spanked. Since I left my paddle at the hotel, and thought this needed to be dealt with right away, I borrowed Summer Rae's hairbrush." Naomi said, and before Dean could laugh about it being Summer Rae's brush, Naomi swatted him on the ass with the flat back of it, fifteen times, it stung sharply until his ass went numbish after the fifth or six swat. Of course, a few minutes after the spanking was over, and he'd pulled up his (Cena's) shorts, it began to sting again, like he had a few dozen hornets on his curvy ass.

"Fifteen spankings." Dean said.

"Mhmm. That's how long you can't cum this time, fifteen days."

"Fifteen days?" Dean couldn't believe it. "I don't think anyone can do that!"

"Hey, you're not to question me, Mr. Ambrose. I can always make it longer," Naomi threatened.

Dean knew she would, too. He knew he couldn't last fifteen days, though. Even if he managed not to touch himself, he'd probably have a wet dream. Hopefully not what he'd experienced tonight.

"I've got to go return Summer Rae's hairbrush before she misses it," Naomi said. "Be a good boy, I'll be keeping an eye on you."