This can be seen as a follow up to "Hunter's Protege", but since that's a nice, clean story, I would rather let it stand on its own. This one is more of my usual: WS, BDSM, slash, yada yada.

One evening after a show, Hunter invited Tyler to his condo for dinner and drinks. Tyler was delighted to accept, of course. Hunter drove them to the swanky development in his fancy car, and before dinner had even been served, Tyler was well on his way to drunk. Hunter had kept his glass constantly refreshed. Tyler had been anticipating Hunter might come on to him, and welcomed it, but it hadn't happened. Instead, they had talked business; Hunter had big plans for his future in WWE. After the meal, Hunter had pulled up clips of Tyler's matches in ROH on his laptop, and praised this or that. Tyler was very pleased, and proud of his accomplishments. The combination of being so close to Hunter, and being praised by him made Tyler hot and bothered and gave him a painfully throbbing hard on, so uncomfortable in the tight jeans he'd worn. He wanted Hunter to take him so badly, how could he not want the same?

But, nothing. They played Call of Duty, drank more, and around two-thirty, Hunter decided it was time to take Tyler home to the small apartment he'd rented in a complex of many. After Hunter pulled out of the garage, he shut off the radio and looked at Tyler. Tyler was suddenly nervous, Hunter did not look happy.

"I was reviewing the security camera footage from the training center this afternoon, and just happened to come across you pissing in the back this morning, at five-twenty-seven. Explain yourself."

Tyler blushed. "When you gotta go, you gotta go." He smiled, hoping Hunter wouldn't make a big deal out of it, then winced when he realized he'd forgotten to use the restroom before they'd left.

"You know I usually show up around five-thirty or so. Why didn't you wait?"

"I just couldn't any longer. My car's in the shop, so I had to take the bus. I always drink a lot of water in the morning, so by the time I got to the training center, I really had to go."

"You could have used a proper restroom at the McDonald's right down the street."

"The training center is closer. I would've pissed my pants if I'd tried getting to McDonald's." Tyler shifted a little in his seat, hoping Hunter wouldn't realize he was once again needing to piss, and the need was growing worse. The current conversation wasn't making it any better, either. "I'm sorry, Hunter. It was unprofessional of me to relieve myself there, but I assure you, I really had no other choice."

The thought of relieving himself right now was a little too much for Tyler. His bladder gave a strong cramp, and automatically, he leaned forward and squeezed his legs together. A soft whine escaped his lips. He looked over in dread at Hunter, but Hunter seemed kind of amused.

"Do you need a restroom, Tyler?"

"Yes," Tyler admitted, and rocked back and forth, trying to alleviate the pain of his bursting bladder long enough to get home. "Can we stop at a gas station or something?"

"If we see something that's open, yes."

"Thanks," Tyler replied, and loosened his belt. He also undid the button on his jeans, and the pressure in his bladder eased a little. He gave a little sigh of relief, but he also knew the relief would be short-lived. He began looking out the window for gas stations or diners, and realized he had no idea where he was. Hunter hadn't gotten on the freeway, they were driving through a residential area.

"How badly do you need to go?" Hunter asked him, and Tyler swore there was touch a touch of flirtiness in his mentor's tone.

Tyler blushed, and looked down at his undone pants. He was reluctant to admit to Hunter how badly he wanted to stop. "Um..."

"Do you need to go as badly as you did this morning when you pissed on my training center?"

"No."

Hunter looked down at his protege's unbuttoned jeans, and a hungry smile teased at one corner of his mouth. After a few moments, he finally spoke. "Now Tyler, a great decision has been made. You told me a couple weeks ago that you deserve to work with more experienced talent. I've decided to give you that opportunity, next Tuesday. Before we tape Smackdown, we always have a dark match or two, and I'd like you to be in one of them."

For a moment, Tyler forgot all about his predicament as the excitement washed over him. His WWE debut! Only a month after signing! "Thank you, Hunter!" He couldn't wait to get out there and show his mentor what he could do. "This means so much to me, man, you don't even know-"

He stopped abruptly as Hunter's big, warm hand began to caress his thigh. Tyler couldn't believe it, Hunter was finally coming on to him. "There is a small catch." Hunter's hand came very close to the bulge of Tyler's cock, and it gave a twitch. Since Hunter was driving, he didn't see.

Tyler slid over closer to his mentor, and gently stroked his earlobe, and down his neck to his collarbone with one finger. "And what is that?" He was already anticipating the possibilities, ever since he was a teenager, Tyler had dreamed of being part of the Kliq, Hunter's inner circle, and had fantasized about wrestling him naked, and losing to him. Hunter's hand was stroking him gently, exploring his rock hard abs, when very suddenly, he pushed hard, right down on Tyler's full bladder.

It hurt Tyler rather badly. He helplessly moaned, and instinctively pushed Hunter's hand away. He slid back over to his side of the car, holding his cock tight; it was burning with the piss that Hunter had squeezed out, and his bladder was still responding with strong cramps. Tears came to his eyes, and he bit down on his lips. The cramps finally eased, and Tyler felt safe enough to let go of his cock. The piss that had escaped his bladder dripped from his cock and left a warm, wet spot in his light gray boxer briefs. They came to a stoplight, and Hunter got in the left turn lane and looked over at his desperate protege, hunched over in his seat, hands in his lap, his longish dark hair curly from the humidity, hanging in his sweaty red face.

"My, you really do need to go, don't you?"

Tyler glared at him with impotent anger, hot tears glittering in his pretty brown eyes. "I didn't until you pushed on my bladder. Now I'm about to piss myself, and I demand you pull the car over and-"

"Oh, Tyler, how many times do I have to tell you it's not your place to demand anything from me?" Hunter asked, as he gently rubbed his protege's back. "When are you ever going to learn?"

Tyler was confused. Should he answer the question or was it a rhetorical one? He really couldn't think of anything besides how to not piss himself in Hunter's car. He reached a hand down his pants to get a better grip on his cock, and tried to find a position to better resist the desperate urge to piss. "Please stop so I can piss, please!" Tyler whined.

Hunter guided the car on to the freeway. "Don't be silly, we're on the freeway, no stopping."

Tyler recognized where they were now. He was less than fifteen minutes from home, but there was a rest stop between here and there. "Can we stop at the welcome center? Please, Hunter, I really need to go." He blushed, knowing he sounded whiny and pathetic, but he couldn't help it.

Hunter continued to stroke and pet his panicking protege, but he kept his eyes on the road. Tyler knew his mentor could feel his hard muscles quivering from time to time, from the effort it took not to piss himself. Finally, Hunter spoke. "No, Tyler, I'm afraid we will not be stopping at the welcome center. The opportunity has come to give you a much-needed lesson in foresight and self control. Remember that little catch I mentioned before?"

Tyler nodded, and squirmed.

"Well, here it is. If you can make it home without asking me to stop again, not a word about it, Tyler, and without pissing in my car, you'll get your match next Tuesday. Can you do that?"

Tyler would do anything for that match, surely Hunter knew that. He nodded.

Hunter stroked a lock of his protege's hair. "That's my boy."

The gentle touch caused Tyler to shiver, and his bladder gave another cramp. He whimpered, and again his eyes teared up as he fought the instinct to release with everything he had. He tried to plead with Hunter to stop, using only his eyes, but Hunter wasn't looking at him, he was focused on the road. Tyler rested his eyes on the speedometer instead, his mentor was doing an average of eighty-five. Tyler wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing; he would get home faster, but only if they didn't get pulled over for speeding. Maybe he should say something; if they got pulled over, there was no fucking way he'd make it home without pissing. He was having a hard enough time not doing that now- "Ow! Fuck!" Tyler snapped, and quickly grabbed his cock as his bladder cramped worse than ever, pushing hard for release. He moaned and willed his mind to retake control over his bladder. The cramps eased, and he loosened his death grip on his poor cock, and a little more piss wet his boxers, and soaked through to his jeans and made a little spot. He hoped Hunter wouldn't see it. He didn't think he would, he could barely see it himself, in the dark, and his jeans were also dark. He could feel it, though. If Hunter touched him again, he'd feel it, too. Fuck, he'd never needed to piss this badly before. He shifted in his seat, and whimpered in frustration; no matter which way he sat, there was no getting comfortable. He closed his eyes and tried to think about anything else.

"Poor thing," Hunter cooed, and again, Tyler felt a big warm hand on his left leg, and slid over to avoid Hunter discovering the wet spot on his right. "Come here, Tyler."

Tyler again tried to plead with his pretty brown eyes, and this time, they met their target.

"I know you can do this," Hunter told him. "I'll help you."

"How?" Tyler asked.

"Come here. Lie down on your side, almost on your belly. Put your head in my lap, get comfortable."

Tyler held his cock tight, hiding the wet spot as he shifted positions, every muscle clenched. Once settled on his left side, he was far more comfortable than he'd been sitting up, his bladder had more room. He worried Hunter would feel his wet spot, but Hunter was rubbing his back.

"That's it, Tyler, just relax. You've got this," his mentor told him gently, as he continued to stroke and rub his back. "Just five more minutes."

Tyler was overly-conscious of how close his mouth was to Hunter's manhood. If he turned over, he could possibly- The thought abruptly cut off as his bladder rebelled without warning. Tyler shoved his hand down his boxer briefs to grab himself, but it was already too late, his boxer briefs were now more dark gray than light, and the little spot on his jeans had spread into a patch covering his crotch and hip. He managed to stop, but what good did it do? He'd pissed, there was no denying it. He wouldn't get that match. And, he'd pissed his pants, in front of Hunter, how humiliating!

He tried to sit up, but Hunter kept him pinned. "Shhh, you're okay."

"No I'm not... Hunter, I... I can't do that match. I pissed myself," Tyler admitted, and tears welled in his eyes. He felt Hunter's hands on his wet groin, and despite the embarrassment, and his aching bladder, Tyler became aroused.

"Yes, you did. But, only a little. None got in my car, and you haven't asked me to pull over." His hands roamed down to Tyler's bulging bladder, but he didn't press on it again, he merely outlined it with two fingers. "And you're still diligently holding on." His fingers stroked Tyler's hair away from his face, then wiped the tears away. "I still want to give you your match, Tyler."

"Oh, thank you, Hunter! Thank you, thank you!"

"Yes, my protege, my pet." Hunter stroked Tyler's hair, and Tyler almost forgot how desperately he had to piss; he was blushing for an entirely different reason. Hunter had called him "my pet". His pet, Tyler thought, happily. It was only a matter of time before he would belong to his mentor. He closed his eyes, and felt the car slow, then stop. They were getting off the freeway. If it was the right exit, Tyler was essentially home.

"How are you holding up?" Hunter asked.

"I'm going to make it home, thanks to you."

"Next time you'll remember to use the restroom before you leave, won't you, Tyler?"

Tyler nodded. "Definitely."

"And, if you're out and about, and you need to use the restroom, what are you going to do?"

"Not piss in public."

"That's right, you're going to find a restroom. Sit up, I need directions to your building."

Sitting up brought all the discomfort crashing back, and Tyler held his cock tight; his bladder again wanted to betray him. He whimpered pitifully.

"Tyler, don't give up now, you've got this," Hunter ordered. "Which building is yours?"

"It's up there, last one on the left, but you can just drop me off anywhere," Tyler replied, his voice tight with panic.

"Oh, Tyler, don't tell me you're thinking about pissing in public."

"But I live on the fourth floor! I'm not going to make to my apartment."

"You haven't learned your lesson at all."

"No, I have, but this is an emergency."

"Just for that, I'm going to watch you go inside. If you can't resist the urge to piss in public, then you won't get your match." Hunter parked in front of Tyler's building. "I'll see you Monday morning."

"Mhmm, bright and early," Tyler said, and slid out of the car, only to discover he couldn't stand up straight. At least no one but Hunter was around to witness his bizzare shuffle up the front steps. He was only holding on by sheer willpower, he couldn't focus on anything else, including getting his key in the door. He couldn't stand still long enough to accomplish the task, his eyes were tearing, too. Not from any emotion, but just from having to piss like a motherfucker. Then his trembling hands dropped his keys. And Tyler knew before it happened that it was over. As he squatted down to retrieve his keys, his bladder exploded.

He couldn't stop it. All he could do was drop to his knees. He couldn't believe he was pissing himself, but at the same time, the relief was so great he didn't even care. All that mattered was that he was finally pissing, and it felt amazing to do so. He shivered, and his body pushed to make the piss come even faster. His tight jeans were soaked, and a large puddle was spreading beneath him. He knew Hunter could see it all; he was illuminated in the headlights, and Tyler felt his stomach begin to swirl sickly; he hadn't made it. He'd failed his mentor.

He had to face him. Tyler got up from his puddle, his wet jeans felt very heavy, and clung tightly to him. He'd ruined his leather belt. The bottom of his shirt was even wet. A river of piss had run down the walkway, all the way to the sidewalk. Tyler followed it back to Hunter's car, leaving wet footprints in his wake. "I guess I don't get the match after all..." He told Hunter, before turning to go. Beneath the terrible feelings he was having for the loss of that once in a lifetime opportunity, something naughty and sexy lurked. Beneath his wet jeans and underwear, he was very hard.

"Tyler."

Tyler turned back around. "Yes?"

"You still get your match. You didn't piss in public, after all."

Tyler couldn't help but laugh, he was so happy, he'd won after all. "No, I just pissed myself in public." He looked down at what he'd done, then looked at Hunter.

Hunter was smiling. "There's a big difference, my pet."

There it was again, my pet. Tyler blushed when he realized where Hunter's eyes had wandered; one of the drawbacks to being so well hung was that it was impossible for Tyler to hide his arousal without help from a book or backpack. He wondered if Hunter was turned on, too. "Is there?"

"Of course. Pissing in public is deliberate. Pissing yourself is an accident."

"Good point. Thank you so much, Hunter. This opportunity means more than anything in the world to me." Tyler wanted to hug him, but it would be awkward through the window.

"I know, and you've earned it. And, if you need a ride to the training center on Monday, let me know by Sunday night; I can pick you up on my way."

"Thanks, Hunter."

"Anything for my protege. Good night."

"Good night, Hunter. See you Monday."

Hunter drove off, and once Tyler could no longer see his tail lights, he went back up the walkway, stepped around his puddle, and went inside.