A Mean Boy Gets What's Coming (Private Between Kat_V and Maximusdignitas)

[maximusdignitas]

My name is Justin and I just started school at John Dedar High School and started football practice during the summer and school has been going for a couple weeks which has not been too bad yet with practices.

[kat_v]

Michael wasn't really looking forward to spending a whole two weeks practically babysitting his younger cousin. Not that he didn't like Justin, no, but spending two weeks with the boy didn't sound all that glamorous either. He had so many other things to do, and it wasn't like Justin wasn't old enough to survive on his own - especially since he had a cellphone and Michael's number. Not to mention they lived almost next to each other anyway. If something happened, he could've just called Michael, but Michael's mother had already promised Justin's parents that he would be going to their house, so he supposed there was no backing out of it now. In any case, it wasn't like he needed to spend all his time in the house, as long as he was there in the evenings.

[maximusdignitas]

"Not too much" Justin says as Michael enter his room and he was hoping that he would have more time to himself to play video games before being interrupted.

[kat_v]

Michael looks

[maximusdignitas]

Justin carries on playing his video games and after Michael declined

[kat_v]

Michael hums quietly, grinning at the obvious blush on Justin's cheeks. The snappy voice tells Michael he's pissed the boy off, which makes him grin wider and he stands up from the chair. Ruffling Justin's hair as he walks past him to the door, Michael gives a condescending laugh, "That's good. Imagine what the girls would say if they knew the cool football player wets his bed. At least you can say you don't do it

[maximusdignitas]

He feels like punching his

[kat_v]

Waking up a few hours later, Michael blinks his eyes open and rolls over onto his back. He's still tired, though not as much so, and his still sleep addled brain doesn't notice anything amiss. Getting up from the bed, Michael rubs a hand over his eyes and wanders into the bathroom, and only as he tries to remove his underwear he notices that something is indeed wrong. The teen can't do much but blink down at the plastic pants he's currently wearing, lips parted in surprise. He tugs at them, trying to wriggle out of the pair of pants, only to conclude they're locked too tightly. It takes him a moment to piece everything together and Michael lets out a frustrated groan. Of course his brat of a cousin would do something like this. He should have known.

[maximusdignitas]

Justin hears movement in the other room and grins to himself as he

[kat_v]

Michael bites the inside of his cheek harshly at the grin his cousin gives him, pursing his lips in discontentment. "Shut the hell up", he snaps at the boy and looks at the container with the key no doubt inside of it. He runs his fingers through strands of blond hair and resists a frustrated sigh, not wanting to give Justin more reason to look so smug. "The key, you asshole", he says firmly and points at the metal container, "Are you too simple-minded to know the difference between a container and a key?" Michael doesn't like the way Justin called him a little boy at all, but he hopes it doesn't mean what he fears it does. Instead of thinking about it now, Michael crosses his arms and looks at Justin expectantly, not exactly aware the position only manages to make him look like a sulking child more than anything else. He wonders how he ever thought of apologizing to this brat. No, he was not going to apologize after this. He almost wanted to go ahead and tell everyone in Justin's year that the big boy was actually wearing diapers and wetting his bed at night.

[maximusdignitas]

He glares at Michael for all of his demands and smiles because he realizes that he doesn't really have a choice.

[kat_v]

"I don't care if you're happy or not", Michael rolls his eyes in complete frustration, "I am not getting out of this house before you give me the key." When Justin tells him to drink two gatorades, he blinks at the boy and snorts. "Why would I do that?", he asks then, raising an eyebrow. Of course he wasn't going to be stupid enough to drink anything now. Michael was starting to think his cousin had either hit his head or he was high on something. Looking up at the - frustratingly - taller teen, Michael realized Justin was actually being serious. "You... whatever. I'm just going to call your mother and tell her you're misbehaving", he threw his hands in the air and spun around, intending to go into the guest room to get his phone, "We'll see how you'll like being grounded and forbidden from playing football for the rest of the two weeks."

[maximusdignitas]

"You can say whatever you want to my parents, I'll just tell them how you made fun of me and they won't do anything except punish you.

[kat_v]

Michael is just about to say something, when Justin mentions taking pictures of him. He freezes for a few moments, not quite sure of how he's

[maximusdignitas]

"Either drink both right now or I will post both pictures, your choice.

[kat_v]

Michael stares at him for a moment longer, trying to find something to say to him that would change his mind. He can't come up with anything though, there's absolutely nothing he can say to persuade the boy into giving him the key or deleting the pictures. He flushes slightly at the comment on his size, and though he has never been really interested in the girls - or anyone else for that matter -

[maximusdignitas]

Justin watches with pleasure realizing that Michael doesn't have a choice but to listen and he watches his cousin finish the big bottle of gatorade and makes comments about not being able to do the second.

[kat_v]

Michael wrinkles his nose at the thought of having to drink yet another gatorade, but he knows he can't do anything but obey for now. Grabbing the bottle and his keys and wallet, Michael doesn't spare Justin another glance as he says, "Let's go then. If you're not in the car in less than five minutes, I'll leave without you." Leaving the younger male behind, Michael goes down the stairs and out of the front door. He slams the car door shut behind him as he sits

[maximusdignitas]

Justin puts his seat belt on and realizes his cousin is pissed, but doesn't really care.

[kat_v]

Michael gives him yet another glare when Justin grabs the keys, but doesn't bother arguing about it. Getting into another argument would only be a waste of time, and he is

[maximusdignitas]

Justin is

[kat_v]

Michael squirms in his seat a few times, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from showing how uncomfortable he's feeling already. The two bottles that he had to drink are really affecting him, faster than he thought. And it feels like forever as he waits for Justin to get back. The handcuffs clicking around his wrist makes him startle, and he looks up at Justin with a confused, if not a wary expression. His gaze then moves over to the Happy Meal on the table and he purses his lips, not one bit amused. Giving Justin a flat look, he refuses to touch the food and says, "The key. Now."

[maximusdignitas]

Justin starts eating his food and finds it funny when his cousin gives him a strange look after he cuffs his hands and even though he has to eat with one hand he doesn't care.

[kat_v]

Michael stares at him with a shocked expression, and has to sit back down after a while when he realizes he can't force Justin to move. "Are you crazy?", he asks, keeping his voice down, gritting his teeth at Justin calling him a little boy again, "You can't be serious. Come on, give me the key, I really need to go." As Justin continues eating his meal, Michael's bladder starts feeling painful with pressure as he crosses his legs and presses them together as tightly as he can. He can feel his underwear getting slightly damp with a small trickle of pee, and Michael

[maximusdignitas]

"No bathroom," he says with a frown at being interrupted again while eating.