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He couldn't believe it.
What would’ve been a normal afternoon with his best friend, Cait, had turned out to him being deemed useless and dangerous. His life's work, scrapped away in a matter of minutes. It wasn't only humiliating for Jayce, it was heartbreaking.
His cell was rather empty, only containing a dirty bench and a broken down table. It was only supposed to be temporary after all, but it did not feel like that in the slightest. The idea of him potentially losing the opportunity to pursue his passion, the reason he was even alive, made every minute feel like an hour.
To make matters worse, he wasn’t allowed to leave his cell at all. Of course, that was expected seeing as he was literally imprisoned, but he had a problem. A really big one. Apparently, Piltover’s justice system had decided that its prisoners didn’t deserve any dignity, as not even a simple bucket could be found in his cell, much less a toilet.
He was usually not the type to struggle with holding it. He was used to not taking breaks after all, pulling all nighters while working and chugging down cups of coffee, only to remember he needs to relieve himself at the last second. This time though, it was different.
He had already been locked up for an entire night, barely sleeping a wink. His hearing was only scheduled in the afternoon, leaving him squirming in pain for the rest of the day. His desperation made him think about going in a corner, maybe under that dirty bench, but his pride just would not allow that. Every time he came close to giving in, thoughts of a guard walking in, maybe even someone he knew, stopped him in his tracks. He knew it was irrational, but how could he ever recover if he was now known as a filthy vandal on top of a dangerous criminal? During his dissociation, the door of his cell suddenly opened. He felt a sliver of hope; it was a long shot, but what if someone had remembered he was here, and he’d finally be allowed to relieve himself? Maybe his hearing was scheduled for earlier!
Instead, his daydreaming of someone saving him from his misery was interrupted by Professor Heimerdinger walking in. Jayce hurriedly tried to act like the ordinary, but he was at a point where anyone could tell something was wrong from a mile away. Still, his act was good enough for Heimerdinger to assume he was just nervous about his hearing.
After his speech about the dangers of magic, which the young man did not hear a word of, the older man said positively; “Don’t worry boy, I theorize you will get away with a slap on the wrist!”
A less than ideal attempt to soothe Jayce’s ‘nervousness’.
Still, Jayce responded; “Thank you-” almost whimpering now, “thank you professor”.
He muttered in an attempt to make Heimerdinger go away, so he could be left to deal with his shame alone.
As soon as Heimerdinger was out of the cell, a wave of desperation hit Jayce like a truck. He hurried to hold himself, but he wasn’t swift enough. A leak escaped from his now throbbing cock, dampening his pants; making him panic while holding himself tighter and tighter.
The small relief he had was almost orgasmic, even a small moan managed to escape from his lips. But, his relaxed body suddenly became tense when he looked down and saw the aftermath. He couldn't help but gasp a bit.
A small, but visible, wet patch was now on his pants for everyone to see. His mind was racing now, he imagined how disgusted everybody would be seeing him like this, how his dearest friend Caitlyn would react if she saw him in such a vulnerable and filthy position. How was he even going to clean himself in here? Was he just supposed to pray nobody noticed the darkened fabric on his groin?
Before he could collect himself, he heard a knock on his door. One that he has been expecting all day, but it still could not come at a worse time.
“Time to go, Mr Talis.” a guard announced, with annoyance in his tone.
He was overthinking while walking down the halls, He could feel the guard judging him, understanding what had happened. He was definitely disgusted by Jayce, he would even mock and humiliate him if he could, right? He definitely would.
Overthinking about that small patch was not enough for him to distract himself, though. With every step he took he got closer to just letting go. Having a singular guard see him at his most vulnerable was surely better than an entire council? Maybe he would pretend that staying in that filthy cell made him sick, and he was just so weak that he couldn’t even control his own bladder. The internal battle between his pride and his logic were forced to stop for a moment when he realized what was about to happen.
He was in front of the door. The time for debating whether to let go or not was over now. This door, it had the leaders of Piltover behind it. People he respected, even looked up to, were now about to judge him like he was a criminal.
He took a nervous step ahead with sweat beads now forming on his forehead. He almost looked like a lost puppy, not knowing where to look or what to say. He was trying his best to stand tall, but the pain in his lower abdomen made him want to kneel down and plead guilty, just so he can get out of that room without losing control, because at this point, it felt like his pride was more important to him than his freedom.
Still, he stood tall, and listened to the accusations made towards him. While he was distracted, listening to the council debate each other, he felt a sense of hope. The pain was negligible now, and he was fully invested in the argument going on between the council members. Yes, he still had that dark, wet patch on his pants, but nobody seemed to notice it while they were busy deciding his fate.
Relaxing was a big mistake though, as a quick spurt of piss managed to escape from his cock, now creating a fully visible stain on his gray pants.
Mel was the first one to notice, momentarily leaving the debate going on between her fellow councillors. She looked at his groin first, confused. It didn’t take her long to realize what she just witnessed, and she raised her eyes to meet Jayce’s frightened expression with a look on her face that Jayce couldn’t quite make out.
Was it mockery? Or did she feel bad for him? No, It almost looked like she pitied him.
Jayce tried to mouth quietly,
“I’m so sorry.” He didn’t even know why he was apologizing to her.
The sense of hope he felt vanished now, as he could feel that he was on the verge of losing control. He fought it for as long as he could, of course, but the poor man just could not take it anymore.
It wasn’t voluntary. He let another spurt escape, followed by another, just for it to become one consistent stream, flowing down his shaking legs. He tried to squeeze his cock as a last resort but it was just far too late for that.
Every single councillor was looking at him now, the debate no longer going on. Some of them looked at him with pity, while others looked absolutely disgusted.
His groin was completely soaked now, the stream wetting every inch of his pants. His cock was throbbing harder than ever. He had a big puddle of his piss beneath him which would just not stop growing. He closed his eyes in shame, not wanting to see anyone’s sickened expression, and let out an instinctual moan out of relief. It did feel good after all, not being in pain after an entire night spent with it.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the first councillor he saw, Mel, with a face so despairing she felt even sadder for him.
He was tearing up now, about to cry. Every councillors eyes were on him. Instead of giving in to defeat and crying, he mumbled;
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He tried to find anything to say, just to kill the quietness in the room.
“Oh my god, I don’t- I’m sorry, ahhh” He groaned, not from pleasure but from pure embarrassment.
“Are you okay?” Mel was the first one to break the silence. She didn't know what to say, or if she should even say anything, but she was just genuinely worried about the young boy standing in front of her.
“Yes- No- I mean, oh my god” He could manage to answer, while he took a nervous step back, and another, before he just left the room hurriedly.
No guards chased him down, even though he was still technically under arrest.
“Well… Our verdict is,” Mel said, looking around at her colleagues.
“Not guilty?” She declared, almost doubting herself
“Does anyone disagree?” All the councillors looked at each other, slowly. Nobody dared to speak up though.
Unaware of his newfound freedom, Jayce hurriedly wandered around the building, trying to find a way to leave. His soaked pants stuck to his legs, showing an outline of his cock.
He weeped quietly, with his honor now gone forever. Or, at least in his eyes.