Title: Bitch, Cont.
By: nancy
Pairing: Mac/Danny
Rating: AO
Warnings: extreme D/s, urination, humiliation, angst
Series: Bitch
Summary: Just one more humiliation for Danny to take.

Danny heard Mac hiss under his breath and looked over at where the other man stood to find an aggravated expression on his face. He knew it wasn’t him, he hadn’t done anything to anger or annoy Mac recently.

The crime scene they were at was pretty secluded, a wooded area outside the city, further from their jurisdiction than Danny knew Mac liked by long stretch. But the locals couldn’t deal with a triple homicide that looked gang related, of all things. It still amazed Danny that the gangs could penetrate so far from the city, but the tats on two of the victims didn’t lie.

Since no one else was at the crime scene, Mac hadn’t wanted accidental contamination, there was no real explanation for the sudden annoyance. He asked, “Mac? Something wrong?”

“Yeah, I have to relieve myself,” Mac answered, practically growling. “Do you see any bathrooms around here?”

Danny winced, knowing there weren’t. And everything nearby had to be considered part of the scene, so it wasn’t like Mac could just let loose against a tree. “There’s a couple empty water bottles at the car I could get for you.”

Grumbling, Mac nodded and went back to shooting dropping the numbers near disturbed areas of the ground. But then, just as Danny reached the tape, Mac called, “Danny, wait,” and he turned back around, curious. Mac strode over to him and then took his arm, pushing him into the trees, away from the active crime scene. Confused, Danny nonetheless obeyed and they walked a good hundred meters from the bodies.

Mac stopped and said, “Kneel down.”

Even more confused, Danny did so, thinking, What, does he want a blowjob to stop the urge to piss?

Undoing his belt and then unzipping, Mac shoved his pants and boxers down, his cock springing out. He gripped Danny’s hair and told him, “If you spill a single drop, I will make you regret it once we’re home.”

Shock lit through Danny as he understood that Mac meant for him to swallow his piss. He opened his mouth to protest and Mac’s dick shoved inside. The fingers tightened painfully in his hair, a warning, and he went still. It took a few seconds, but then Mac sighed and the hot stream of piss began. Danny swallowed as rapidly as he could, dreading the thought of being punished when things had been going so well.

It seemed to go on forever. Danny’s stomach protested violently, but more from his brain going, This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, since the taste was too hot to make out any kind of flavor, good or bad.

And then Mac sighed again as the flow lessened, then stopped altogether, and ordered, “Clean me off.”

Thoroughly humiliated, Danny did so in short order. He couldn’t decide if it was worse than when Mac didn’t let him go and he messed his cage or the bed. They were definitely on par with each other.

Mac petted Danny’s head, looking far more relaxed. “Good bitch. You did a very good job. C’mon. Let’s finish the crime scene.”

Flushed and still feeling somewhat ill, Danny followed Mac back to the crime scene.