>>104397265It's been a long, hard day... the partygoers at the mansion Vox and Ike "work" at had thoroughly had their way with the two servant boys that night. Every single hole in their bodies had been violated, even the attachment holes for their detachable, amputated legs. With limbs removed the two were unable to resist at they were manhandled and ravished, passed around for the pleasure of the high elites visiting that night. And now they both sat, cast aside like used toys; with their limbs still uninstalled they could only lean on each other for support.
Ike sniffled and whimpered as he cuddled up to Vox. The slightly larger but no less vulnerable boy comforted Ike as gently as he could, but he was aware the problem wasn't one he could solve. Ike's legs stubs shuffled about in futile attempt to cross his legs to deal with the discomfort that had settled itself in his lower abdomen. During the festivities, the two had been forced to chug down copious amounts of alcoholic beverages to keep them weak and dizzy and malleable during the festivities. For that moment in time the alcohol had left them wrecked, but with time passing it was now the beverage part of the equation that was rearing its ugly head.
Ike whimpered yet again, shuddering and pressing his body against Vox desperate for any sort of comfort. Vox wished he could wrap his arms around the poor boy and pat his head, but his little stubby arms could do naught but bump against the smaller boy uselessly. "There there... hang in there, I'm sure someone will be along soon..." After "use", the two were supposed to be given back use of their limbs and allowed to clean up, an action that would here allow them the human dignity of being able to relieve themselves, but quite often the mansion's owners would simply leave them to deal with the outcomes cast away in the corner. While Ike was already moved to tears by his need to pee, Vox wasn't getting off any easier, and was already feeling quite desperate himself. Vox shifted himself as carefully as possible, making sure not to upset poor Ike- they had only each other to prop themselves up on, and falling over would surely rob them of the last shred of dignity they were barely hanging on to.
A thumping and bumping in the hallway outside made Ike, and Vox as well though he tried not to show it, jump in anticipation. It might be the owner or staff finally come to relieve them... or it might be the remaining visitors in a drunken stupor looking for one last round of "play". But the stomping and clamoring voices faded into the distance again, seemingly being drunken partygoers on their way out.
The shock and delicate balance of anticipation and dread proved to be too much for Ike. "I- I'm sorry- I-" The blue boy stammered this out, shaking uncontrollably, as hot tears began to roll down his face, and finally a hot spurt of urine emerged from between his legs, though the delicate yet sexy panties the two had both been left wearing. He shuddered in a mix of humiliation, physical exertion of trying to keep it in to the very end, and unwanted relief. Ike now sobbed helplessly onto Vox's shoulder as the piss poured uncontrollably down his loins, onto Vox's lap. But Vox couldn't contain himself much longer either, and the sight and feeling of Ike's accident pushed him over the edge; despite trying his best to keep a brave face for his fragile companion, he too couldn't stop the hot flood of piss that came through his panties soon afterwards, and the two were left shuddering and crying, sitting in a puddle of their mixed urine.
