Warning: This story contains extreme humiliation and bullying of a male subject, capable of offending your mind. Check the tags before you proceed.
Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.
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He stands before his wife, unhappy about the document in her hand and the stipulations therein.
"I can't lose everything, just like that," he murmured, deeply provoked.
"Can't? It's not futuristic anymore, you have lost everything, Fred, this document says so. You have a copy in your hands. Read it!"
Fred had read the divorce settlement document twice, but he glances over it again, finding it difficult to accept the judgement.
"You appealed, but that only made you lose more money. What do you want to do now, Fred? Any fight left after a failed appeal?"
Fred scratched his head as he walked away from Avery, wanting to use the bathroom.
"Hey!" Avery shouted at him, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What is it Avery, I want to pee."
"Where?"
"In the restroom, of course, any of the restrooms. Any problems?"
"This is my house now!" Avery says waving the settlement document, "You will need my permission to use anything in my house."
Fred's heart pumped up and down and he became even angrier, "Avery, I bought this house, remember that."
"Yes, you bought this house, but it's mine now, and I will call the cops to throw you out if you defy me." She held out her phone and got ready to dial the cops.
Fred has no choice but to forcefully calm himself down. He is greatly disoriented even to the extent of losing control of his body functions. Piss seeped out of his penis and a wet patch widened on his zipper area.
"Bitch, you are peeing on yourself!" Avery mouthed, looking at him with disgust but at the same time getting amused.
"Avery, please, can I use the bathroom?" Fred begged.
"No. You can't!" Avery promptly denied him permission. "Go outside and pee like a street dog."
Fred shook his head and grabbed his dick through his pants, in a desperate attempt to stop himself from leaking any more.
"Freddy, if one drop of your piss touches the floor, it will be your last moment in this house. I won't even allow you a visit. Go and pee outside like a street dog. Go now!"
Shamefully, Fred turned around and hurried out through the main door. By the time he got outside, while still fumbling with his zipper, his bladder got loose and he peed on himself. By the time he's done with the zipper and has his dick hanging out, half of his bladder content has already messed him up. He emptied his bladder and got his dick back in and hurried back into the house, with the front part of his pant wet with pee.
"For Christ sake! Freddy, are you a kid?"
Fred looked back in the direction of the main door and then returned his gaze to Avery. She can see he is disturbed, and that's not about peeing on himself.
"Avery," he panted, "The Simpsons are in their garden. They saw me!" Fred panicked.
Hahahaha, Avery laughed. "They know about our divorce!"
"How, whatβ How do you mean, Avery?"
"Freddy, the lawyer I hired to ruin your life, the Simpsons recommended him to me and arranged our first meeting."
"Oh, God!"