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Several hours later, both awoke. Neither made any move to get out of bed, too overwhelmed by the warm, cozy feeling of one another’s embrace. “Uh…” Ethan began. “Um… James?” 

“Yes. Ethan?” James asked, squeezing Ethan to him. 

“You know how, sometimes, I tell you stories about times I’ve… Really needed to go?” 

James nodded, nuzzling against his boyfriend. “Of course, it’s one of my most favorite things.” 

“Could you maybe… Tell me a story like that?” Ethan requested. 

James grinned so much his face hurt. He’d been dying to hear Ethan ask him for that! “Sure! Of course! I have LOADS of stories!” 

Ethan curled closer to James and listened. 

“So, the first job I had was at a fast food restaurant,” James said. “You know how I’m good at being friendly to people, so the customers all liked me a lot. But, my manager Celia was SUPER mean, she didn’t like me at all, no matter what I did! And, one day, I made a really, really terrible mistake…” 

*** 

James had screwed up. Big time. He had made the worst mistake he could have possibly made and now he knew he was going to suffer. And he was going to suffer a lot. 

He’d forgotten to pee before coming to start his shift. 

He couldn’t believe he’d done that! His bladder was TINY, he ALWAYS peed before leaving somewhere! How could it have seriously slipped his mind this time? He hadn’t even been in a big rush, or anything! He’d just… Walked out the door without peeing, taken the bus down here without peeing, then clocked in without peeing. He didn’t even THINK about peeing at all during any of it.

As soon as he was back in the kitchen, preparing orders of fries, peeing became the biggest thing on James’s mind. Because he suddenly NEEDED to do it VERY badly. And the bubbling liquid in the fryer wasn’t helping with his situation. 

Of course, he couldn’t just leave the fries alone while he went to use the toilet. They could get burnt, or catch fire, or the oil could spill over and melt a big hole into the floor! 

Well. Probably not that last thing. But still. James had a job to do and peeing had to come second. He continued making batches of fries, his hips swaying from side to side needfully the entire time. Eventually though, he was saved. One of his coworkers came to take over the fryer so he could deliver orders to people’s tables. That was good news! He could go pee on his way out there. 

James smiled at his coworker and nodded, “Thank you for helping,” he said. “I really need a break from the fryer.” A few months ago, James probably would have blurted out “Oh, thank you so much! I’m dying to pee!” and gotten a weird look. These days he was able to better understand that most people didn’t want to hear him talk about the state of his bladder. 

He WAS definitely dying to pee though. Now that he knew relief was fast approaching, he actually felt like he had to go even worse. He thought that was interesting, how the knowledge that he’d be urinating soon caused his urge to amplify, like giving his bladder a megaphone. 

To get to the employee restroom, he would have to walk by the manager’s office. He didn’t like doing this. He didn’t like risking Celia’s attention. James had no idea why, but Celia seemed to despise him. Truth be told, she seemed to despise everybody that worked for her, and James couldn’t figure that out. How could somebody just hate everyone? Surely there had to be some way to make her happy, right? 

But, if there WAS a way to please Celia, James certainly hadn’t found it yet. He’d done everything that was expected of him at his job and then some. He didn’t just bring customers their food and walk away, he tried to actually talk to them and get to know them. And he always made extra food during times when few people were coming in to eat, to make sure the restaurant didn’t run out of anything. But still, Celia always found some reason to yell at him, tell him off, and make him feel like he was three inches tall. 

Once, after a particularly awful exchange with Celia, James had needed to go into the walk-in freezer to cry for a few minutes. One of his coworkers found him there, and had been very concerned. James was always so happy and excited, hiding and sobbing wasn’t like him at all. 

James was hoping to avoid such a run-in on his way to the toilet, but he wasn’t so lucky. Just as he entered the hall that led to the restroom he needed so much, Celia stepped out of her office. She was frowning. Of course she was. James had never seen her smile even once; Not even when it was one of his coworkers’ birthdays and so he’d brought in cupcakes he’d baked for everyone. Instead of being happy, Celia had yelled at him for bringing outside food into the restaurant and possibly contaminating everything with an allergen. That hadn’t made sense to James since the cupcakes were covered in plastic wrap and crumbs couldn’t have landed in any of the cooking equipment. But when Celia accused him of not caring about triggering an allergic reaction in someone, he felt just awful. 

The look she was giving him now was the same one she’d given that day. “What are you doing?” she barked. “It’s not time for your break.” 

James looked down at his feet, which he realized were pointing towards each other, his knees bowed inward a little bit as the liquid inside him pleaded to be set free. “I know,” he said. “I just have to use the restroom real quick.” 

“You have work to do,” Celia said. “I’m sick of people slacking off in the bathroom.” 

James worried at his lip, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. “I— I wasn’t going to slack off, ma’am,” he said. “I just need to—“ 

“I’ve written up three people this month for hiding in the bathroom for a smoke,” Celia said. “Do you want to be the fourth?” 

“I don’t smoke,” James said. “I really do just have to go.” 

“Well, then hold it until it’s time for your break,” Celia said. “We need you out there.” 

James knew that. He knew he had a job he needed to do. He just… Also needed to pee pretty bad and didn’t think it was such a good idea to start running from table to table carrying trays without relieving himself first. “It will only take a minute,” he said. 

“James,” Celia said. “How old are you?” 

“Eighteen,” James answered, his sweaty hands curling into fists. He could SEE the door to the restroom from behind Celia. He could see the little green marker above the doorknob that showed it was vacant, free to use… His bladder pinched at him even more relentlessly as he stared at it, unable to comprehend why he hadn’t brought it there yet. 

“Eighteen,” Celia repeated. “I think that’s old enough to be toilet trained, don’t you?” 

James nodded. In all this time Celia had spent berating him, he could have peed, washed his hands, and gotten back to work… He didn’t think it would be wise to say that, however. He felt it again now, that shrinking feeling. Like Celia was cutting him off at the knees. 

“It is,” Celia agreed. “You’re a big boy. You don’t need to put off work just because you need to ‘go potty’. Now, get to work or I’m going to need to write you up.” 

The shrinking continued, being talked down to like he was a toddler made James feel like he really was one! Was this… Okay? Could Celia really deny him access to the toilet when he really had to go? Could she really discipline him for trying to use it anyway? Teachers at school could do that… Maybe bosses were allowed to as well? James had no idea. He didn’t know if there were any rules bosses had to follow. 

*** 

“Wait, you do know NOW that that’s not allowed, don’t you?” Ethan interrupted. As delighted as he was to imagine James getting squirmy, he definitely didn’t like hearing about someone treating him so cruelly. 

“Yeah,” James nodded. “I know better now, I just didn’t back then because I’d never worked anywhere before.” 

“And she was probably counting on that,” Ethan said. “She saw you were young and inexperienced, so she saw it as an opportunity to be a bully. Some people get a little bit of power and it goes to their heads.” 

“She was a bully,” James agreed. “But, back then, I just thought all bosses acted like her. So, anyway, I went back to work like Celia said, even though I STILL really had to go…” 

*** 

James struggled a lot with bringing orders out to customers. Walking back and forth from the front counter to all the tables meant that his bladder was constantly being jiggled and sloshed around. He wasn’t shy about showing his need, he usually allowed his body to contort and bounce as much as it needed to to prevent an accident. But, right now he had to try very, very hard NOT to do any pee-dancing. Celia yelled at him all of the time about how he was not supposed to lean, stating that it made him look like he was slacking. Doubling over with desperation would look an awful lot like leaning. 

He also had to keep any signs of distress off of his face. He needed to keep smiling, keep being friendly, and keep talking to the customers. He asked them all how they were doing, and if they asked him any questions, it was so hard not to say anything about needing to pee to them! He badly wanted to TELL someone that he had to go. Growing up, whenever he told someone he needed the toilet, that ALWAYS got him to one a lot faster. His family knew how hard it was for him to hold it, and his teachers all eventually worked it out eventually as well and generally understood that when James said it was an emergency, it really WAS one and he wasn’t just trying to sneak out of class. 

Maybe, eventually Celia would understand that too? But… With some of his teachers, they only realized he was being serious about how often he needed to pee AFTER he’d had an accident or two after they’d refusing him the toilet when he’d asked. Wetting himself a few times in elementary school was embarrassing, but not entirely unexpected. Doing it in middle school had been a lot MORE humiliating, but he WAS still just a kid… 

Doing it now? As an adult at a real job? That would be well BEYOND mortifying. 

And what if instead of saying, “Oh, I’m sorry, James! I guess you really DID have to go, I won’t do that again,” Celia just got angry with him for creating a mess? He knew that this was the more likely outcome. If he peed himself, Celia was surely just going to shout at him. She’d scold him for being unsanitary, leaving a puddle of his bodily fluids in a place that served food. She’d call him horrible names again. He couldn’t take being yelled at by her AND having an accident in public all at once like that! 

So, James was determined NOT to let that happen. And in order to do that, he had to HOLD it. Even if that was really, really difficult for him to do. When he went to grab another tray for someone, he glanced at the clock visible on the computer screens above the counter. Three hours until he was scheduled to have his break. Three hours until he could relieve his bladder. And it had already been a little over two hours since he’d last visited a toilet. That meant in total he’d have to go five hours without any bathroom breaks!

Five hours without peeing may not have been a long time to some people, but to James it was an eternity. He preferred to go at least once an hour if he could. After two he’d be more than a bit uncomfortable like he was now. After three, he’d be bouncing and squirming with urgency. 

He’d never made it to four. 

Five was… It was impossible. He’d burst. 

He tried not to think that way. He tried to be positive. His job made him move around a whole bunch, so some of the liquid inside him would come out as sweat, right? It wouldn’t even make it to his bladder. Maybe if he sweated enough, he’d be able to hold it in. He hoped that would work. It HAD to work. He could NOT lose control here. 

James picked up the tray waiting on the counter and, on legs which were a bit wobblier than usual, brought it to the proper table. He tried not to pay attention to the tea filled cup that was on the tray. He tried not to hear the way the liquid inside it splashed with each step he took. He tried not to notice how his bladder rolled and sloshed along with it. 

He set the tray down in front of the customer. She was an elderly woman that James knew well as one of the restaurant’s regulars, Mabel. Mabel always liked to talk. And she really liked to talk to James. She said James reminded her of her grandson. James was usually perfectly happy to talk with her for as long as he could, but today he wanted to keep running around to try and work up a sweat. 

It wouldn’t be nice to ignore Mabel though… So, when she started chatting to him, James stayed by her side and responded to everything she said. He was barely paying attention. His bladder seemed to be getting fuller and fuller by the second, his hips twitched involuntarily as his discomfort grew and grew. Eventually, he was crossing his legs and allowing himself to bounce just the tiniest, little bit. 

“James?” Mabel paused in the story she was recounting about her grandson. “Are you alright, dear?” 

‘No,’ James thought. ‘I’m scared that I’m gonna have an accident!’ He wanted to tell Mabel. She felt like a grandmother to him, and grandmothers always took care of their grandchildren and helped them when they were in trouble. There wasn’t anything Mabel could do for him, though. And he was certain that she didn’t want to hear him talk about his current urinary distress. He nodded. “I’m… I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure, honey?” Mabel asked, raising a brow. She’d raised two children, and could very easily recognize the dance James was currently performing. “There’s… Nothing you need to ‘do’ right now?” 

James lowered his voice, “I… I need to… I need to go to the bathroom real bad,” he said miserably. “But, I’m not allowed to.” He glanced over his shoulder at the men’s room set aside for customers… Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be in there right now! 

Mabel looked at him for a moment. “Not ALLOWED to?” she repeated. 

James nodded and chewed at his lip, rubbing his hands over the tops of his thighs. “My manager said I can’t. Not for a couple hours.” 

“That’s… You look like you’re about to pop,” Mabel said. 

James blushed. Even if he wasn’t too shy about peeing, it still made him feel funny when other people talked about his desperation. “I FEEL like I’m going to.” 

“I should speak to your manager,” Mabel said. “This isn’t right.” 

James felt his insides churn. He had a feeling that, if Mabel said something to Celia, he would be reprimanded. He was positive Celia would be VERY displeased that he’d mentioned his bodily needs to a customer— Even if that customer had been asking if he felt alright. “N—No,” he said. “She’ll be mad at me. I’ll just wait.” 

“James, sweetheart,” Mabel said. “You have the right to—“ 

“James!” 

He heard someone shouting for him from the kitchen. 

“G—Gotta go,” James said, meaning it in two distinctly different ways. Walking around again after standing in one place for so long seemed to wake his bladder back up, caused it to begin thrashing once more. He needed to pause partway to the kitchen so he could cross his legs and take a few steadying breaths. 

Once inside the kitchen, he saw it was Celia that had yelled for him. Of course it was. She was standing beside one of the new employees, Jasmine. Jasmine was a girl James knew from high school. There, she’d been the queen bee. Everyone had wanted to be her friend, which was strange since she wasn’t very nice… She spread cruel rumors about other girls and everyone believed them because she was Jasmine and Jasmine had power… 

Here though, Jasmine didn’t seem to have ANY power at all. Her face was crumpling and she looked like she was going to cry. James felt bad for her, even knowing how mean she’d been in the past. 

“James,” Celia said. “YOU’VE figured out how to salt the fries, haven’t you?” 

James nodded. Without his notice, he’d begun to walk in place. If he allowed his body weight to rest on one leg for two long, the pressure at the base of his cock would sharpen into a bright, hot point of pain, so he had to continually shift from side to side. 

“Then YOU get to teach HER,” Celia grouched, gesturing to Jasmine. “If that’s even POSSIBLE.” She glowered at Jasmine. “What did I hear you say you wanted to go to school for? Law? Honey, you are never gonna be a lawyer if you can’t even salt french fries.” 

James saw Jasmine’s expression wilt even more, and he felt angry. At school, Jasmine was the picture of confidence and, if he was honest, smug superiority. But THIS girl… This girl was broken and fearful. That was what Celia did, she broke people down. He tried to give Jasmine a sympathetic smile, but he was unsure if she noticed. It had come out as more of a grimace anyway as he felt a sudden jolt from within his body and the liquid he was containing made a frantic rush downwards. “Ooh…” He crossed his legs, knees rubbing together. “I’ll… I’ll help, Celia!” he managed to say. He was even able to keep some of his usual chipper attitude in his tone… Even though he was feeling anything BUT chipper right now. 

“Good,” Celia said. “And stand up straight. What have I told you about leaning?” 

James nodded, “I—I’m sorry… If I could just please use the bathroom, I promise I won’t do—“ 

“THIS again,” Celia asked, rolling her eyes in a way that James thought looked a little overdramatic. “We’ve already discussed this, James. Work time is not toilet time. You can go use the big boy potty when you’re not on the clock.” 

James looked down at his still tapping feet. Heat rose up in his chest, all through his neck, and burned across his face. Why did she have to mock him like that? And in front of someone he’d gone to school with, no less! He expected Jasmine to snicker, because if they were at school and James was fidgeting and bouncing like this, she would definitely laugh at him. She didn’t now though. She just stood there, still looking as though she was fighting back a wave of tears as much as James was fighting back a wave of pee. 

“O—Okay,” James said. He approached the fryer, now able to hear the oil inside of it hiss… God, how had he not noticed before how much that sounded like a strong jet of pee striking a urinal? Ohhh, James needed a urinal! He needed one so bad! Please, please… He clenched his thighs, trying to pin himself shut between them. He was too late though, the first little dribble of his agony spurted forth and warmed the front of his boxers. “S—So…” he squeaked. “Th—The salt—“ 

“Is Celia always like this?” Jasmine interrupted. 

“Y—Yeah,” James nodded. He wanted to get this thing with Jasmine done as fast as possible. He knew rushing through his tasks would not actually make his break come sooner, but he was so frantic and filled with the urge to run around and move about that he couldn’t stay focused on one thing for long. “She’s… Nnnh,” James squeezed his eyes shut, another spurt shooting past his worn out defenses. He knew that when he got to the point where he was leaking, his bladder was not long for this world. 

He was not going to last until his break. 

He was going to have an accident. 

Celia was going to yell at him. 

Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. “She’s… Never very nice to anyone.” 

Jasmine nodded. “I don’t even know what the fuck she wants me to do. If I use one shake of the salt, she says it’s too little. If I use two, she says it’s too much. And she was in here shouting at me for SO long, like, her talking is just so fucking annoying!” 

James uncrossed his legs, which immediately prompted another leak as he frantically crossed them again in the other direction. He was glad his work uniform pants were black, otherwise there would definitely be a very visible damp patch around his crotch by now. The material encasing his dick felt warm and clammy, and the wetness taunted him, teasing his tip, trying to entice it into letting out even more. “I— I don’t know what she wants, either,” James said. “I never know, I think she just likes being mad at peop— Ooooh…” He doubled over on himself and shoved his hands against his crotch, squeezing and squeezing away, but not tightly enough to stave off one more frantic, pained burst of urine. 

He kept clutching at his cock for several seconds, holding on for dear life. His hands felt like the only thing keeping his flood at bay. If he let go, it would all come rushing out in one huge waterfall of humiliation and failure, and he couldn’t hold it, he couldn’t hold it, he couldn’t— 

“James!” 

James glanced up, his watery eyes catching sight of Celia, and by God was she ever furious. “C—Celia,” he said meekly, not daring to release his dick from his grasp, or uncross his legs, or stand up all the way. He stayed there, folded almost in half, his legs tied together, and his hands squeezing the living daylights out of his leaking member. 

“This is unacceptable,” Celia said. “You will NOT touch yourself in the kitchen, do you understand me? This is completely unsanitary. You’re disgusting.” 

James FELT disgusting. His wet boxers clinging to his thighs in public… He could even kind of smell some of his leakage. He WAS disgusting. “If I could just use the—“ 

“No!” Celia said. “You are not a two year old! Stop behaving like one. Uncross your legs, stand up, and let go of yourself right now.” 

James reluctantly did these things. He made himself stand up straighter, pulling the skin of his abdomen taut over his swelling bladder. He made his legs separate, causing the pressure inside his body to skyrocket. Then, very, very slowly, he released his grip on his dick, which immediately began to dribble. A new drop seeped out of him every second, his urethra trembling as it threatened to push out a stream. 

“Now, wash your hands.” 

James nodded eagerly. There was a sink in the employee bathroom! More importantly though, there was a TOILET in there. Yes, this was his chance! He could finally— 

“Where are you going?” Celia asked when she saw James head in the direction of the hall that led to the restroom. 

“T—To wash my hands,” he said. 

“No,” Celia said. “Do it in the kitchen.” 

James didn’t bother trying to argue. Now the prospect of washing his hands filled him with dread. All that warm, washing water… Timidly, he cranked on the kitchen sink. As water began to plink into the metal basin, he bit down a loud, loud moan. Instantly, a fantasy flew into his mind’s eye, one he’d never EVER act out, but one that was all too enticing nevertheless. He imagined himself yanking down his zip, standing on the tips of his toes, and gushing full force into the sink. He could turn the water on full blast to cover up the sound, and it would wash away immediately with no one knowing, and— 

“Wash your hands,” Celia prompted. 

James thrusted his hands underneath the faucet. The second the warm, wet feeling hit his flesh, his drips turned into hesitant, slow spurts. He scrubbed his hands as fast as he could, and Celia finally left him alone. 

“Wow,” Jasmine breathed out, and James jumped, releasing another jet of pee. He felt tiny streams winding down his legs now… He’d actually forgotten Jasmine was still here, he’d been so caught up in his personal Hell. “What a bitch.” 

James didn’t say anything. He didn’t like calling people names, but that one did describe Celia pretty well. “A—Anyway,” he said. “Th—The fries…” He hobbled back towards Jasmine and the fryer, but once he heard the oil hissing, he stopped. He couldn’t handle listening to that kind of noise anymore, unless it was the sound of his own stream rushing out into a toilet… 

“Forget about it,” Jasmine said. “Nothing you show me will make Celia happy.” She stared at James, and he squirmed beneath her gaze, unsure if it was embarrassment or desperation anymore. “You… REALLY need to use the bathroom, huh?” 

James nodded miserably. Even though he knew he’d been told it wasn’t allowed, his legs had crossed back together. His hands were clinging onto his pant legs, dying to be permitted to return to his dick. “I… I need to tinkle so much…”

“Heh…” Jasmine smiled, and in spite of everything, James felt good. He’d cheered her up at least a tiny bit. And that made his chest warm from something that wasn’t humiliation. “Did you just say ‘tinkle’?” 

“Yeah,” James said, stomping his feet against the floor. “Ohhh… What time is it?” 

Jasmine checked her watch and told him the time, and James felt himself break into a cold sweat. It had only been fifteen minutes since he’d last checked. Still over an hour and a half left to wait! “I— I’m not allowed to go until my break, and that’s almost two hours from now,” he rushed out in a panic. “I’m not gonna make it!” 

He half expected Jasmine to tease him. But, she didn’t. “You’re not,” she agreed. But, she hadn’t said it to be mean. She was just stating a fact. James’s bladder was not going to last much longer. He was barely hanging on by a thread. “Just try sneaking to the bathroom,” Jasmine suggested. 

“She said if I get caught she’s gonna write me up,” James told her. “I don’t want to be in trouble, and I—“ he was interrupted by another squirt of pee. “Ooooh! I can’t hold it!” 

“Then, go and—“ Jasmine stopped herself. James never broke rules at school, even the really, really stupid ones. She didn’t think he’d behave any differently here. “Oh, I know. Go get the cleaning cart. Go and ‘clean the customers’ bathrooms’.” 

That WOULD be a good idea, if James didn’t know that they’d just been scrubbed not too long ago. He’d seen someone wheeling the cleaning cart out of them as he’d clocked in. “No, they were just cleaned,” he said. “That wouldn’t work. I just have to wait.” As soon as he’d said that, he suffered the most painful spasm of his life. It felt like his bladder was being squeezed in a juicer and being trampled on at the same time. It was an absolutely obscene level of pressure, and his hands flew back between his legs as he curled in on himself. “Ohhh… Ohhhhh my Goddddd, I need to peeeeee!” he hissed out between his clenched teeth. 

“James,” Jasmine said. “I could cover for you? Maybe that would— No, wait. I know.” 

“What?” James asked, his voice suddenly very high and shaky. 

Jasmine gestured to the full trash bags resting by the rear exit door. “You and I are gonna take those to the dumpster.” 

James stared at her. “H—How does that— I can’t lift stuff. My hands are— I can’t move ‘em right now.” 

“It will help, I promise,” Jasmine said, leading him to the bags. 

Celia came out of her office and saw them there. “Did you figure out the fries finally?” 

“Oh, yes,” Jasmine said. “James was a big help. He’s gonna help me carry the trash out now. I need a big, strapping young man to help me lift stuff.” 

James felt a snort of laughter bubbling in his chest, one which would spell disaster if he let it out. He clamped his teeth down and fought it back. 

“Good,” Celia said. “None of you take the trash out often enough. I’m tired of the bags all piling back here.” 

“Sorry,” Jasmine said. 

Celia walked back towards the dining area. 

“Okay,” Jasmine said, hoisting a bag. “You don’t ACTUALLY have to carry one right now, don’t worry. Just, come on.” She pushed the door open with her shoulder and James scrambled out after her. 

So many things outside looked like urinals to James’s clouded, desperate brain. The trees and bushes all seemed to be begging to be watered. The wall looked inviting and relieving… He shook his head as he followed Jasmine towards the dumpster. 

The dumpster was tucked away in a small enclosure a few yards behind the building, three tall walls surrounded it. Jasmine tossed the bag she was carrying up, and it slammed into the dumpster. “Okay,” she said. “Go ahead.” 

James stared at her, confused. “A—And do what?” 

“You know…” Jasmine smiled again and laughed softly. “Go ahead and ‘tinkle’. Just go next to the dumpster, okay? Between it and one of the walls, you’ll be really well hidden.” 

James’s grip on himself tightened and he marched in place, legs repeatedly crossing over one another. “Won’t I be in trouble?” 

“You won’t,” Jasmine said. “Nobody’s even gonna know you did this. Now, hurry, before you have an accident.” 

James moved as fast as his exhausted, aching body would allow into one corner of the enclosure. It smelled horrendous back here, but maybe that was a good thing. Nobody who came over here would smell his urine. And there were already some puddles around the dumpster too. Nobody would know… 

Before he’d made the conscious decision to go through with this, he was already tugging at his zipper, ripping it down. One hand flew into his open pants and he cringed as he felt the damp material of his boxers that were only growing more and more sodden by the second. He yanked his drippy cock free, and his stream exploded out of him before he’d aimed. It sloshed hard against his shoes before he was able to adjust himself so he was wetting the wall instead. “Ahhhhhhhhhh….” James moaned, then crammed a fist into his mouth to silence himself. If he kept up that racket, he COULD be caught! 

Even now that he was letting it flow, the ache inside his body was still present. His bladder felt as sore as his legs always did after running too fast in gym class. It still felt so good it let it out, of course. His muscles, which had been pulled taut for so long, suddenly snapped and began to go very, very loose. He was pissing so forcefully he swore he saw paint peeling off the wall. And the sound of it spraying away really DID sound like the oil hissing in the fryer. The very sound that had been torturing him now made him feel euphoric with release. 

With as mind-numbing as the relief was, James barely even remembered to count off the number of seconds he was peeing for. He did though. And he was shocked as all Hell when he made it all the way to sixty. Wow, he HAD been full! His stream finally tapered off to a little trickle, and at long last he was emptied. He fumbled his member back into his pants and zipped them up, staggering backwards against the dumpster and leaning into it in a daze. Wow, wouldn’t Celia be mad! He was leaning AND he’d peed! Two rules broken! 

“Haaaahhhh…” he exhaled. “That feels so much better!” He walked out of the enclosure to find Jasmine still waiting on him. “Thank you!” he said, his happy, friendly tone back. “Thank you, thank you!” 

Jasmine gave him a small, hesitant smile. “You’re welcome,” she said. 

Once they had finished with the rest of the bags and had gone back inside, James wondered if he ought to keep acting like he really, really needed a toilet break in front of Celia. She probably would get suspicious if he was suddenly fine, she’d figure out he’d found some way to relieve himself. He made himself squirm whenever Celia was nearby just to be safe, and it felt very strange to do a pee-dance when he didn’t actually have to go. 

By the time his break rolled around though, he wasn’t really acting that much anymore. He genuinely DID need the toilet pretty badly again. His bladder filled up fast, and even faster after it had been stretched to its limit like that. As soon as he had clocked out for his break, he was hurrying to the restroom. Celia, again, stopped him. “What are you doing?” 

“It’s my break,” James said. “And I need to use the bathroom.” 

“Well, I need to discuss something with you,” Celia said. 

James’s heart sank and his bladder trembled. She’d found out about the dumpster somehow. She must have. Maybe a security camera picked him up. She was gonna yell at him… “Wh—What?” 

“A customer came to me earlier today,” Celia said. “To make a complaint. Apparently, I’m not treating you correctly in regards to toilet breaks.”

‘Mabel,’ James thought. So, she HAD said something. 

“I don’t need to tell you how inappropriate it is to tell a customer that you need the potty,” Celia said. “Don’t let this happen again.” 

James nodded. He wished that something Mabel had said had gotten through to Celia, but apparently not. He scrambled out from under her gaze and locked himself in the employee bathroom. He liked it in here. He could be away from Celia in here. And, more importantly, there was a toilet, which he quickly got himself in front of and unzipped. His pants still felt damp from his earlier emergency, but he didn’t care too much about that anymore. He was finally going to get to use an actual toilet, he was finally going to relieve himself in a way that couldn’t get him into trouble. 

His stream gushed out for half a minute, and then he shook himself off and sighed as he washed his hands. This… Wasn’t normal, was it? Mabel hadn’t seemed to think it was, and she was older so would know a lot about how things were supposed to work. Maybe there was some rule Celia was breaking. Maybe there were a lot of rules she was breaking. 

James ate his lunch, and before he went back to work, he relieved his worn-out bladder one more time. He knew that, by the time his shift was over and he could go home, he would probably be bursting again, but wanted to give himself a chance at making it through without pain. 

By the time his shift ended, he’d had three more leaks and just barely made it to the toilet. Then, his Mom had picked him up. And, even though the drive back to his house was short, he almost wet himself during it as well. 

Mom noticed James squirming, recognizing the familiar pee dance he’d done ever since he was little. “James, sweetie, did you forget to use the restroom before you left work?” 

James shook his head, “No, I did use it,” he said. 

“You’re doing a lot of fidgeting…” Mom said. 

“That’s because I have to go again,” James said. 

“We’ve only been driving for fifteen minutes.” 

“I know…” James said, shifting in his seat. This was ridiculous, even for him. Did getting desperate like that shrink his bladder even more somehow? “But, I DID go right before I left, I promise.” 

“Okay…” Mom said. “If you’re sure.” 

James nodded and hoped the rest of the drive would pass quickly. Once they reached home, James was clutching himself. He tore off his seatbelt and was jumping out of the car before it had stopped moving. He raced inside and into the bathroom, incredibly thankful none of his siblings were already in there. He fumbled his zip down once more, freed his cock and— 

OUCH! 

OUCH!! 

WHY!? 

As his stream spilled forth, instead of mind-blowing relief, he felt like he was passing thorns and red pepper flakes through his urethra. It HURT. And, even though he’d felt ready to blow, he was totally done in under ten seconds. When he zipped back up, he ALREADY felt an urge to go yet again! 

He was confused, and very scared. 

James needed his Mom. 

He hurried back outside, where Mom was only just getting out of the car herself. “James,” she said. “Don’t jump out of a moving car no matter HOW bad you need the—“ 

“Something’s wrong!” James interrupted. “I peed, and it really hurt.” 

“…What?” 

“It stung and burned a lot,” James said. “And, I had to go really bad but then hardly anything came out? And it still feels like I need to go.” 

Mom stared at him, “Must we discuss this outside, sweetie?” 

“I’m scared,” James said. “Something’s wrong with me.” 

“Come in,” Mom told him, heading back inside. James followed her. “Sweetie, everything you just said is exactly what happened to me when I got a urinary tract infection. Have you been drinking enough water?” 

James thought that after today he’d been drinking way too MUCH water! “I think so, I drink lots.” 

“Have you been… Cleaning yourself properly… Everywhere?” 

James blushed. “Y—Yeah,” he said. 

“When you need the toilet, do you go right away?” 

“A—As soon as I can,” James said. “But, today I… Um. Mom, is it normal that my boss doesn’t let me use the bathroom when I really, really have to go?” 

Mom kept staring at him. “…No, James. That’s not normal at all. Did something like that happen?” 

James nodded and recounted the story of the day, explaining how close he’d come to having an accident, how Celia had refused him a restroom break and had mocked him for requesting one, how Mabel had seemed so concerned, how he’d needed a co-worker to help him get relief. “And, I know it’s bad that I peed behind the dumpster, but I couldn’t help it, and—“ 

“It’s… It’s not bad, James,” Mom interrupted. “With everything else you’ve told me, I don’t think you had much of a choice in that. Do you know who Celia’s boss is?” 

James shook his head. He’d assumed Celia didn’t have a boss of her own… 

“We need to find that out,” Mom said. “In the meantime, I think you should call off sick.” 

“But—“ 

“You ARE sick, James,” Mom said. “You have an infection. And if you’re being denied toilet breaks at work like this, you’re not going to recover very quickly. You don’t need to deal with Celia right now. You need rest and plenty of water, and to stay close to a bathroom.” 

*** 

“So, then my Mom found out who was in charge of Celia and we made a complaint. And she got fired because Mom was gonna sue,” James concluded. “Which I felt bad about.” 

Ethan squeezed James’s hand. “Why? She was horrid to you.” 

“Yeah, but she still needs money for food and stuff,” James said. 

Ethan sighed. James was such a sweetheart, even to people who seriously didn’t deserve it. “Well. She’d better hope I never meet her,” he said. His heart had been aching so much for James throughout the story; Picturing the poor thing crying in the walk-in freezer had been gut-wrenching. It was mind-boggling to Ethan that anyone could treat James that way. He was James! The most lovable person in the world! How could anyone possibly hate him? Indeed, to most people. To most normal, decent people, James WAS lovable. “I’m glad everyone else was so nice to you that day, though. That must have helped.” 

“It did,” James said. He snuggled against Ethan’s chest. “And I like my new boss a lot better than Celia…” 

Ethan ran a hand down James’s body. “Heh, I’m glad…”

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After that, James continued telling Ethan stories of his past desperate experiences. Thanks to his tiny bladder, he had a lot of them. Ethan would sometimes ask him for specific stories. “What’s the worst you’ve ever had to go? Or was I there for that?” 

James considered. “Hmm… I think the day we went to the museum is the worst I’ve had to go in a very long time,” he said. “It was definitely the longest I’ve ever held it for. And, for sure, the best I’ve ever felt letting it out!” 

“Second worst?” Ethan asked. 

“I think that was the time the ski lift got stuck…” James said. “Remember?” 

Ethan nodded. He could never forget that day, how both of them had ultimately ended up not making it in time… How nice it had felt to have James cuddle him and praise him as he let go into his pants. “Third worst?” 

“Oh, that was probably the first day I was working for you,” James said. 

Ethan stared at him. “What?” 

“You couldn’t tell!?” James asked, surprised. 

“You…” Ethan kept looking at James, thinking back to his first day as his assistant, where he’d given a very long explanation to James about how he wanted everything to be organized. James had been shifting around a lot, he recalled. But, it had never crossed his mind that James was just in need of a toilet break. He’d thought it was just nerves… If he’d known THAT was what had been bugging him, he would have let him know that he could use the restroom… “You needed to pee then?” 

James nodded, “REALLY bad. And you kept asking SO many questions, and I could barely think of how to answer!” 

Ethan frowned. Now he felt terrible! “Why didn’t you tell me you had to go?”

James laughed. That had been ages and ages ago now, it was so cute Ethan was getting flustered about it anyway. “I was nervous,” James said. “I thought it would be bad to interrupt you, and I thought you’d tell me no anyway since we were in the middle of something.” 

“I wouldn’t do—“ 

“I know that NOW,” James said. “But, I didn’t then, so I just tried to hold it. But, that wasn’t easy!” 

In hindsight, now Ethan thought it was pretty obvious that James had been bursting for a pee during his entire spiel that day. James’s knees had been knocking, his feet had been tapping, he’d gotten pretty tense when Ethan poured himself some coffee… If he could go back in time he’d ask James if he needed the toilet and tell him it was alright to go… 

But, beyond the memory of James’s now clear pee-dancing, Ethan could also recall that James had stayed right at his desk after Ethan had left him alone to start working… James had stayed there a long time, fidgeting and bouncing his knees up and down. James had stayed there until Ethan had told him it was time for lunch, only then did he get up and scurry to the restroom. “Why did you keep holding it after I’d finished talking to you?” 

“Because I didn’t know if it was okay to ask for a break, or if I was allowed to get up.” 

“You’re always allowed t—“ 

“I didn’t know that then,” James said. “I thought it would be unprofessional and that you’d get annoyed if I asked for a break as soon as I was supposed to start working. I was scared you’d think I was trying to slack off or something.” 

Poor James… He must have thought Ethan was going to treat him like Celia had. And, now he suddenly remembered the very first time James had asked him for a bathroom break. James had been working for him for a couple weeks, and Ethan had noticed how antsy James always was right before lunch and just before he was supposed to leave, but he’d always assumed his new assistant was just nervous. He’d even advised James to take a few deep, calming breaths during those days to settle himself, something Ethan knew now must have only hurt his bladder. 

But, one day, James was even more restless than usual. Ethan noticed James’s hands twitching as he typed up his schedule, and when he’d gone into the office with a patient, he kind of heard James whimper a little… Once Ethan had finished the appointment and the patient had left, James looked at him with the widest eyes Ethan had ever seen. He looked like he was fighting not to cry, and before Ethan could ask if he was okay, he was speaking; “I’m so, so, so sorry! May I please go use the restroom? Please? I promise I’ll be fast!” 

Ethan had been taken aback, he was surprised James thought he needed to request permission for that… “O—Of course you can,” he said. 

James’s eyes, still big and watery, began to close as he gave Ethan a tense smile, “Thank you, thank you! I promise, I’ll be right back, I promise! Then, he’d hurried from his desk and ran straight for the bathroom, leaving Ethan a little confused by what had just happened. 

It made sense now. James had apparently been certain for weeks that Ethan would be angry with him just for needing to pee and would refuse to allow him to do it… He thought back to the very first holding game they’d played, how the whole concept had involved Ethan cruelly denying James what he needed and ordering him to keep working instead. How interesting that something which was apparently a great source of anxiety for James had become a part of his fantasies. 

“I think I get it,” Ethan said. 

“Get what?” 

“Why you wanted me to prevent you from peeing that time,” Ethan explained. “When you wanted me to pretend to be a really controlling boss.” 

“I just thought it would be fun,” James said. 

“But, you had a traumatic incident where your boss wouldn’t let you pee, one that led to you getting sick,” Ethan said. “Then, when you started to work for me, you were so scared I’d do the same thing that you made yourself hold it. Being denied the restroom when you really need it is something you have anxiety about, isn’t it?” 

James thought about it, and realized that Ethan was right. His little bladder always filled up SO fast, so yes, not having access to a toilet or any other suitable receptacle made him nervous. He knew he’d certainly be having an emergency before long. He knew he might end up not being able to wait. So, when someone told him ‘No’ when he asked if he could pee, he did get very stressed out. When someone said he ‘could just hold it’, it made him upset because he KNEW he couldn’t. Sometimes, he got anxious about asking someone for the toilet, because what if they told him ‘no’ and then he had an accident? “It… Is,” he said. “I guess I never really thought about it, though… Heh, guess it’s weird I wanted you to do that to me, then.” 

“Not at all,” Ethan assured him. “Like I said, I get it now. It actually makes a lot of sense you’d want me to do that; You wanted me to recreate a bad thing that happened to you, but in an environment where you could actually have control over it, and with someone you trusted. You thought it would be fun, yes. But I think some part of you realized it would also help you feel better about something that bothers you.” 

“Ohh,” James said, considering that. A lot of his fantasies were actually based off of emergencies he’d had in the past, emergencies that had been painful or embarrassing for him. But in his fantasies the bad elements were removed and replaced with Ethan. No one was being cruel to him, no one was laughing, no one was teasing, he was just holding it in and then enjoying the feeling of letting it out…

One of the most embarrassing days of his life had happened in fifth grade. His class had gone to the zoo on a field trip, and on the way back there had been a horrific amount of traffic. James had tried his best to make it, but he’d drank two big cups of juice at lunch and he just couldn’t hold them back. He’d soaked himself right there on the bus, his whole class watching as he lost control over himself. A lot of them laughed… 

Yet, one thing he loved to imagine was him and Ethan being on a bus together, getting caught in traffic, and James not being able to wait. He liked to picture Ethan holding him close as his pee spilled out of him, cuddling him and telling him it was all okay, no laughing or jeering… 

So, James thought Ethan was right. A big element of James’s interest in desperation was a need to gain back some of the control that had been taken from him by his tiny bladder and the cruelty others sometimes showed him in regard to it. “When… When I asked you to pretend to be a mean boss, I kind of wanted it to end with you holding me and saying stuff like ‘I’m so sorry, James! I guess you really DID need to pee! I’ll never make you do that again, I promise.’” 

Ethan thought that over. Maybe if James had mentioned that part to him before, that he would be allowed to be nice and kind to his partner in the end, he wouldn’t have been so anxious through all of it. “We could… Try it again,” Ethan said. “I really don’t think I can be as mean as Celia was, but I can DEFINITELY do that ending part for you.” 

James stared at his boyfriend, astonished. “Y—You want to make me hold it?!” he asked in complete disbelief. 

“Y—Yeah,” Ethan said. “We can try that again. Like I said, I really can’t figure out how to be mean to you, but—“ 

James grabbed Ethan and squeezed him, “You don’t have to be super mean or rude!” he said. “You can do this whatever way makes you feel best!” 

“O—Okay,” Ethan nodded hesitantly. “Did you want me to make you… Um… Wait for ‘too long’?” 

“Yeah,” James said. “But, don’t worry, I’ll go stand in the bathtub or something when I’m about to burst. I won’t make a mess.” He clapped his hands together repeatedly. “Ah! I’m so excited!” 

And, to his surprise, Ethan was excited too. James was really cute when he got squirmy… Now, if only he could think of a way to order James around that didn’t make him feel like such an awful, horrible jerk. 

James went to the kitchen and drank several glasses of water as quickly as he could. He stopped when his stomach started to feel off. To James, one of the hardest things about holding it for fun was that drinking a ton of water super fast tended to make him feel bloated and nauseas before it made him feel desperate to go. 

He was okay though, he returned to the living room and smiled at Ethan. “Okay,” he said. “I’m gonna have to pee REAL bad soon.” 

Ethan was stunned by how that statement was making him feel, he could hardly believe how much he was looking forward to seeing James wriggle… He thought it was the look in James’s eyes that he liked best; His pupils got so huge, so full of need and eagerness. Or, maybe it was the way he sucked in his breath, short and shallow and rapid. Or, perhaps it was how he jiggled up and down so quickly he ought to have been making himself dizzy… 

Oh, who was Ethan kidding, desperate-to-pee James was just cute all over! 

“S—So, what do I do?” Ethan asked. 

“Pretend we’re at work, and you’re my tough boss, and I have to have your permission to go,” James said. “Like last time, only you don’t have to act all mean since you didn’t like that part.” 

Ethan nodded, “Okay…” he hoped he could do this. He really wanted to see James burst, and he knew James WANTED to burst. He just had to come up with ways to deny him relief that didn’t feel cruel. 

James took one of the armchairs and Ethan sat on the couch. They watched something on TV for a while, but Ethan wasn’t paying attention to it. He was too busy watching James. It was interesting how much faster James filled up compared to himself. Ethan could have a few glasses of water and be okay for a couple hours before he needed to start planning for a pee break. James could have a few glasses of water and find himself squirming within the hour. 

Ethan saw the first sign of James’s need rather quickly when his partner suddenly brought one of his feet up into the chair with him and rocked himself against it. He watched as James bounced in his seat, watched as he squirmed with his face going pink. Several minutes later, James piped up, “Um… Sir?” he asked. 

An awkward grin spread across Ethan’s face. James didn’t even call him ‘sir’ when they were ACTUALLY at work… “Yes, James?” 

“I need a bathroom break,” James said. “May I go?” 

And, once again, Ethan had to fight down his baser instincts, the ones that screamed at him to say “Of course you can go, James! I want you to be comfortable!” He managed to keep himself from saying those words, but the problem was he couldn’t think of any OTHER things to say. “Uh— Um…” he floundered, reminding himself again and again that James WANTED to be denied a toilet break right now. But, James was so cute, and so fidgety, and his body clearly NEEDED Ethan to let him pee! James’s body needed Ethan to take him to the restroom and maybe rub his back a little as he drained himself dry… 

That did give Ethan an idea. 

It probably wouldn’t fit with the ‘tough boss’ persona in James’s fantasy, but it was definitely something Ethan wouldn’t feel bad about doing! 

“No,” Ethan said simply. “It is not time to pee right now, James. You have too much work to do.” 

The tremble in James’s lip made Ethan want to take it all back, made him want to say “Oh, I’m just kidding, James! Go ahead and pee!” 

“Wha—What do I have to do?” James asked, fingers curling tensely against the armrests of his seat. 

“You haven’t reached your hug quota for the day!” Ethan said. “You need to come over here and let me hold you, or I’m afraid you won’t be doing your job properly. No bathroom breaks until all of your requirements have been met, James.” 

And then Ethan saw such a sweet smile on James’s lips, his eyes crinkling with delight as he laughed— and Ethan didn’t miss the way he suddenly tensed his legs even more when he did that. “Heheh, THAT’S your idea of a tough boss?” 

Ethan blustered at the teasing, “Th—That’s insubordination, James. Now I’m going to need to hug you even longer as punishment.” 

James didn’t stop smiling as he moved to the couch to sit beside Ethan. Immediately, Ethan’s arms were around him and he was nuzzling against him. This wasn’t so hard… It was actually kind of nice. He could feel every shift James made, every time his bladder pulsed and made him tense a part of his body. So close, holding onto him, Ethan was able to tell the precise seconds James’s urge to pee was most insistent. 

James thought it was nice too. Ethan was ordering him around, denying him relief… In his own affectionate and loving way. He hoped Ethan was liking it better this time, because James was loving it. It was such a warm, pleasant feeling to be restrained like this, Ethan’s tight embrace physically preventing him from standing up and using the toilet like his bladder kept asking him to. 

He hadn’t ever thought about it before Ethan had said something, but now James found his love of desperation kind of interesting as well. Right now, nestling against his partner, with the knowledge that he could stop this at any time if he wanted, and with no danger of actually embarrassing himself, the urgent little tingles encompassing the base of his cock felt really good. But, if instead of being safe and sound on the sofa, he was out somewhere in public and unable to find an available urinal, then the needy throbs warning him that he was getting full would just be stressful.

It really was interesting how the very same feeling could be either pleasant or upsetting depending upon the context. 

That feeling was beginning to grow, James’s bladder was starting to really ache. He was about to the point where, if he were doing anything else, he’d be moving towards the toilet as quickly as he could. He shimmied his hips, jostling Ethan. 

Ethan snuggled his head against James’s side as he felt his squirming increase. “Hmmm… Someone’s moving around a lot, isn’t he?” he said. 

“I have to use the restroom,” James said. Ethan was really pinning him down right now, it was hard to squirm or bounce or cross his legs like he needed to. “Could I?” 

“Not yet,” Ethan said, squeezing James harder. “We have a tight schedule today, James. If we don’t finish all the hugging on time, we’ll fall behind.” 

James squeaked as Ethan’s arms tightened. The pressure was being exerted directly onto his bladder, making it feel like Ethan was trying to juice him like an orange. Was he doing that on purpose? James hoped so… That would mean Ethan was really having fun teasing him. James tensed his thighs up as he fought back the wicked spasms Ethan’s actions were sending through him. He really wanted to hold himself, but he couldn’t manage to get his own arms free of Ethan’s embrace. “I really, really have to tinkle, though…” 

Ethan’s arms eased up, and James exhaled a small breath of relief. 

Ethan knew he was blushing deeply now. James had said… That again. It was just such an adorable way to phrase it, and something about it spoke so deeply to Ethan’s caring instincts. For whatever reason, it made James sound so absolutely helpless to Ethan’s ears… And, because of that, it made it even harder for him to keep saying no. 

‘He wants you to say no,’ Ethan reminded himself. He needed another way to deny him… “N—No, James,” he managed. “We have too much to do, there’s no time for you to tinkle, so you’re going to have to wait.” 

James bounced in his seat, a particularly sharp, hot twinge making his whole body jerk. “B—But… What do we have to do?” 

Ethan tried to think of something else… “Uh… You… You haven’t kissed me at ALL yet today! How unprofessional!” 

James, again, started to laugh. By that point, his bladder was full enough that his giggles caused it to contract hard. He felt liquid begin to pump down the pipe of his penis, felt a little spurt bloom warm and wet over the crotch of his boxers. His snickering was interrupted by a little wincing groan, “Ooohh…” 
Ethan released him and sat back, afraid he’d done something to hurt or upset James. “Are you okay?” 

“A little bit just came out…” James admitted, allowing a hand to go between his legs, pressing his still dribbling cock against the inside of his thigh. His flow halted after a moment. “I stopped it…” 

Ethan stayed still, “You want to keep going?” 

“Of course,” James said with a smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m SUPPOSED to leak, remember?” 

“Heh… Right…” Ethan nodded. Warmth was rushing through his veins, pooling scorching hot in his belly. “N—Now, you need to kiss me, remember?” 

“Of course,” James said, leaning closer to his partner. 

Ethan took James into his arms once more, their lips locking together. Ethan could feel the tension present in James’s jaw as his tongue explored his mouth. Ethan could feel the way his boyfriend’s lip trembled. Ethan could feel James’s desperation as clearly as if it were his own. Or, maybe it was the coffee he’d had that morning making him feel that way. 

Uh oh. 

It was DEFINITELY the coffee that was making Ethan’s bladder ache… 

Remembering what had happened the first time they tried this, Ethan wanted to avoid repeating the mistake and having an accident of his own. The second time James had held it for him, he’d relieved himself in the midst of the game, but he’d felt just awful about it… He parted his lips from James’s and tried to think of what to do. 

Ethan’s bladder was getting pretty uncomfortable, sitting full and round in the middle of his body and doing its best to stretch out. He started to tense his thighs together, wondering if maybe he could just wait this out until after the game was completed. An annoying little jab right at his opening told him that he might not be able to do that. 

Watching as James jiggled and bounced in his seat, seeing the panic and need on his face, made Ethan’s desire to urinate even stronger. It was as if James’s desperation was contagious, and that thought gave Ethan pause. 

Sometimes, he could care for another person so strongly that, when they were hurt, he felt the pain as well. Of course, he knew that was completely psychological. Seeing James flinch after accidentally cutting his finger and feeling his own finger throb in sympathy did not mean Ethan was actually injured. 

Maybe then, he didn’t ACTUALLY have to go right now. Maybe it was just his brain playing tricks on him since he was so locked onto what James was experiencing at the moment. 

“D…Did you want more kisses?” James asked. He’d been having fun kissing Ethan, it had even gotten his mind off his bladder for a bit. But, now that he had nothing else to occupy himself with, all James could feel were the ripples of need shooting through him. 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “Come here…” And they were back to it. 

James melted into Ethan, occasionally rocking against him in an attempt to put a little more pressure onto his straining crotch. He was having so much fun! His body was pleading with him, its voice growing louder and louder. It was demanding him to stop everything he was doing and relieve himself. But, James just stayed where he was, kept kissing Ethan, and told his body that HE was the one in charge right now, and HE wanted to hold it until Ethan said it was time to let it out. 

Ethan ran his hands down James’s back, stroking him gently. His own thighs kept squeezing more and more. His urge for the toilet was definitely not just inside his head. He really did have to go. He had to go pretty badly, at that. He thought back to the last time he’d released his bladder, which had been early on in the morning, and several hours ago now. He’d been standing at the toilet, letting it flow freely. James was beside him and talking to him, “Wow, Ethan, that’s a lot! Were you having a pee dream last night?” 

And, Ethan had thought about it. “I did, actually. You and I were in this massive line for a restroom, and I was barely holding on. Then, when I finally got in there, all the stalls had these fancy, leather chairs in them instead of toilets. I had to go so badly that I tried not to think about it and just pee on the chair, but it felt so weird that I couldn’t do it.” 

James had laughed, and Ethan’s stream had receded a moment later as he shivered. That had felt so good, releasing everything that had accumulated during the night… He wanted to feel that way again. He HAD to feel that way again… 

He pulled away from James once again. “J…James…” he said. This was such a tough thing to do! But, Ethan didn’t have a choice. Already his knee was bouncing and the door to the restroom that he could see behind James’s head was much too tantalizing for him to ignore. “I… Um…” 

As soon as Ethan had parted from him and stopped providing him with a distraction, James’s need ratcheted up considerably. It suddenly felt like he was having a mallet slammed into his bladder over and over and over again. It felt like a fifty pound canon ball had just been blasted right against his stomach. He doubled over on himself, hands clinging tightly to his dick. “Ooohhh…” he moaned. “M—May I use the bathroom now, please?” 

Ethan froze. His chest clenched. James was looking at him with those big, urgent eyes. James needed him to say ‘yes’ so much right now… But, at the same time, James wanted him to say ‘no’. Ethan’s own bladder pulsed more tyrannically inside him and he grit his teeth together. He had to go. He had to go. He really, really had to go. 

But, now that James had begged him for relief yet again, Ethan felt even WORSE about going to get it for himself! ‘He wants you to tease him,’ Ethan reminded himself. ‘He wants you to say no and make him wait.’ James may have wanted to be forced to wait, but Ethan’s bladder sure didn’t. “N…No,” he said finally. “Not yet… I…” 

James, his hands still glued against his crotch, his legs coiling together as he fantasized about finally being able to pee, picked up on a sudden change in Ethan’s demeanor. So far, he’d been smiling and watching James’s squirming intently. He’d been laughing and happy to give James little, sweet tasks as he held it in. 

But, now Ethan was acting like he had the first time. He was acting uncomfortable and uncertain, seemingly scared of doing something wrong and hurting James. “Ethan…? You okay?” he asked. 

Of course, James was able to tell something was wrong with him. James could ALWAYS tell when Ethan had something bugging him. “Um… James?” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. He didn’t know why, they were the only people here. He just had to do SOMETHING to get rid of some of the awkwardness he felt. “I… Er… I… I… Have to go. It’s sort of bad…” Ethan said. 

James, not daring to release his cock from his tense grasp, nodded. “Okay…” 

“Is that…” Ethan said. “I really don’t want to be cruel to you, James. I can hold it until after we’re—“ 

“You can go,” James said, and even through the strain in his body he was breathing a little easier. Ethan was fine, just needed some reassurance again. “Really. It’s okay.” 

Ethan started to stand up, wincing at the change in gravity, it felt like something was trying to pull his urine right down his shaft and against the Earth. “Are… You sure?” 

“I’M the one that’s supposed to hold it today,” James told him. “Not you. If you’ve gotta go, you can go.” 

Ethan still hesitated, he swayed back and forth between his feet. If they’d been doing anything else right now, he would have been bolting for the toilet to unload. His body was screaming at him to do exactly that. “I… I don’t want to be mean.” 

“It’s NOT mean,” James tried to explain, but he knew that his current appearance must have made Ethan feel like using the bathroom right now would make him an enormous jackass. James was twisting up on himself, and could feel tears in the corners of his eyes from all the strain. “You can go! I—“ James was interrupted by a sudden burst of liquid wetting his tense palms. “Nnnh… I… I want to watch, too!” 

“You…” Ethan went still for a second, surprised. But then his bladder got him hopping up and down again. “You want to watch NOW?” 

“Yessss!” James hissed between his clenched teeth. “Please, Ethan? It would be fun!” 

“O—Okay,” Ethan said. “If you want to…” 

James first obstacle was standing up from the couch. He approached the task with some trepidation, certain that if he did it wrong, he would pop and have pee running down his leg for sure. Ethan helped him onto his feet, a few threatening pulses throbbed and throbbed away at his aching opening. He squeezed himself for dear life to keep anything from actually coming out, and he succeeded. 

Ethan kept a hand on James’s shoulder as they moved slowly to the restroom. Ethan wished they could get their faster, his bladder was so eager to see the toilet, but he knew going too fast would make James wet the carpet— Something neither of them wanted to have happen. 

In the restroom, Ethan stood in front of the toilet, his hands fluttering nervously around his zipper. He turned to James, seeing the other man coiling around on himself, almost kneeling against the floor. “You’re sure…?” he asked one more time. 

“I’m sure!” James encouraged. “Go pee, Ethan!” 

Ethan pulled down his zipper and freed his cock, aiming down into the bowl. ‘James wants you to do this,’ he assured himself. But, this was drowned out by all his other thoughts. ‘This is cruel! James needs this so much more than you do!’ 

And, those thoughts made Ethan grow tense. So tense in fact, that he couldn’t get his stream to come out. It wasn’t a wholly unfamiliar feeling; An anxious bladder was rare for him, but it had definitely happened before and would certainly happen again. It was an awful feeling, to need to do something so badly and yet have his own body stop him from doing it. He was grateful that he seldom needed to endure this, but when it DID happen he would sometimes start seething from the frustration. 

“Ethan…?” James asked, now sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, rocking in place. “You can—“ 

“I can’t,” Ethan blurted out. “I’m… It’s not working. I feel all—“ 

“Oh,” James interrupted, catching on immediately. A weight formed in his stomach, one that pressed all too firmly into his bladder. He needed to just accept that Ethan didn’t have it in him to play a game like this. It stressed him out way too much, and now it was making his body hurt… “We can stop,” he said. “If it’s making you too nervous, we don’t need to—“ 

“No, no,” Ethan said. “We don’t have to quit. I have been having fun today, I promise. Just… This part… It feels SO mean, James.” 

“You AREN’T being mean,” James said. “You’re doing what I want.” 

Ethan knew that, of course he knew that. He knew that playing this game with James WAS taking care of him, even if it didn’t feel like it right now. Ethan sighed finally, having a new idea. He knew EXACTLY how to relieve his own bladder, AND make James’s burst without making himself feel like a cruel, uncaring monster. He started to pull his pants down his legs. 

“What—“ 

“Change of plans, James,” Ethan said. “Turns out there’s no time for EITHER of us to pee. We’re behind schedule!” Once his pants had been removed, he yanked off his shirt. “We HAVE to shower together NOW if we want to stay on track!” 

James flinched. Just the thought of all that warm, rushing water… “B—But, I won’t be able to hold it,” in spite of his protests, he was gingerly crawling to his feet.

“You’ll have to try!” Ethan said. “I’m sure you can do it!” 

“I’ll… I’ll try…” James loved showering with Ethan, and the sight of his now totally nude body was making James’s cock throb in a new way. He yanked his hands away from his crotch and winced. He didn’t think that moving them above his head to get his shirt off would do anything worse than taking them off his dick already HAD, but he was wrong. Very, very, very wrong! Stretching out like that also stretched out the skin over his bladder, and made it feel even more like it was going to sear a scorching hole straight through his flesh. Once his shirt was gone, he unbuttoned his pants. He moaned as a tsunami of taut skin was suddenly granted more space to splay out. He allowed his pants to fall around his ankles. “O—Okay, I’m ready.” 

“Good boy,” Ethan said, starting to jiggle in place again. ‘You only have to hold it until you’re under the water…’ he reminded himself. 

Now that they were both naked, they gazed at each other. Ethan watched as James’s dick twitched with need, straining to hold onto his flood. He stared at the painful, swollen bump located just above James’s member. ‘He’ll be peeing soon too,’ Ethan thought. ‘He’ll feel all better.’ 

Ethan cranked on the water, and the pair both clutched themselves as they listened to it gush. After a few seconds, when Ethan was sure it would be warm, he climbed into the tub and James followed him. The instant the water hit Ethan’s back, he was wincing, but when James felt the warm liquid spray against him, he moaned loud enough for it to echo. He gripped onto his bare dick once again, water drizzling down his body. “Ethan… I have to tinkle so bad…” he whimpered. 

“Try and hold it in, okay?” Ethan said. “Let me wash your back.” Ethan rubbed soap against his partner’s skin, feeling the man tremble and shudder underneath his touch. ‘Just let it out,’ he wanted to say. ‘Let it all go…’ But, James continued to hold it. Ethan was actually pretty impressed, this was the longest he’d ever seen James last. “Now, let’s get your hair,” he said, reaching for the shampoo. 

Ethan’s own bladder was spasming with confusion. He’d deny it if anyone ever asked, but peeing in the shower was somewhat a routine for him. He tended to need a pee right around the time he showered each evening, and he didn’t see the point in taking more time to use the toilet before getting into the tub when he could just handle both tasks at the same time. 

It hadn’t crossed his mind until now that, after so much time doing that, his body had been sort of ‘trained’. Before he’d made it a habit to pee in the shower, running water hadn’t had much of an effect on his ability to hold his pee. Now though, the sound of his shower head spraying, the feeling of warm water streaming down his body, the steam fogging around him and the sight of the tiles on the wall, all signaled to his bladder that it was time to release. 

Ethan was not going to allow himself to pee until after James had, though. But, now that he was being hit by so much visual and auditory stimuli, so many things that had prompted his stream to flow in the past, holding it in was extremely difficult. He actually started to spurt a bit as he rubbed the shampoo into James’s hair. 

James was still mumbling, “I really, really have to goooo!” 

“You can hold it,” Ethan encouraged, because he knew that was what James wanted to hear. ‘Please hurry up and go,’ he thought to himself. 

“But I need to tinkle real bad!” James whined as Ethan ran his hands through his hair and worked the shampoo out of it. “I need the toilet, plea—“ his beg died on his lips as a long, long spray of liquid burst forth from his tip. “Ah— Can’t hold it!” he exclaimed as he clamped the flow off. He restrained himself for one second more, and then it was all over, he was gushing for all he was worth, his pee splattering against the floor of the tub. “I can’t… I can’t… Ahhhhhh….” his panicked tone gave way to a deeply relaxed one as he sighed with relief. “That’s sooo much better…” 

He was so relieved that he felt his legs start to give out and he allowed himself to crouch down, sitting on his knees as his dick kept spraying away. Some of his release was getting on his skin now, but he didn’t care. It was washing off. 

Ethan had been just about to let out his own stream when he saw James collapse. “Y—You okay!?” 

“Ahhhhh…” James moaned again. “I’m fine…” His eyes began to shut gently. “Mmmm…” 

James was fine. Good. 

James was sitting on the floor of the tub and if Ethan started to pee, then it would probably land on him. Not good. 

If Ethan had thought it was hard to hold it in with all the USUAL things his shower entailed, then doing it while James rested in front of him, panting and gasping while letting go of a very full bladder, was downright brutal. Ethan was grateful he was naked, it allowed him to get a good, firm grip on his cock, and he did his best to pinch his opening shut. It kind of hurt, but he did NOT want to accidentally urinate on James right now. 

Another thing that wasn’t helping was the fact James was sort of… Babbling. “Ohhhh, yesssss… Feels sooo goooood… Soooo much betterrrrrr….” The delight and relief in James’s words and tone were a wicked tease to Ethan. Ethan felt a few more errant spurts shoot into his hands as he waited and waited and waited. 

This was probably the most he’d ever seen come out of James. It was even more than he’d let out that day at the museum. Ethan was stunned by the sight of it, amazed James could actually contain so much. He was peeing so violently that Ethan could tell that this was also a GENUINE loss of control right now, James had held it to his absolute limit, he couldn’t have fit even one more drop into his bladder. 

And that prompted a new reaction in Ethan. He was imagining how good James must have been feeling, to have all that agony turn into pleasure so suddenly… James also looked… God, he looked like he was cumming. It was the very same face he made when he orgasmed… 

At last, the final drops of James’s pee had trickled out. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t hold it anymore. 

Ethan released his member and finally allowed his own stream to flow once James stood up. “Aw, it’s okay…” he sighed out. “Look, I couldn’t make it, either…” 

James’s eyes trailed down to Ethan’s cock, and at the pee spurting out of its tip. James rubbed Ethan’s back, “Poor thing!” he said. “Guess we both got too busy today, huh?” 

“Yeah…” Ethan murmured, so relaxed and happy. It felt wonderful to be letting go, and as had happened so many times now, it wasn’t just his bladder that Ethan was letting go of. Now, he felt himself releasing his fear and trepidation, his anxiety that he would do something to James when they played these games that resulted in him getting hurt or upset. He knew now that he could make James hold it, and he could do it without thinking of himself as a monster. 

Ethan then recalled exactly how James had wanted the game to end, and when the last of his pee had gushed to the floor, he said; “I’m so sorry, James! I guess you really DID need to pee! I’ll never make you do that again, I promise.” He held James softly. There was something else he wanted to say. “I mean… Not unless you want me to.” 

James beamed, “We can do this again?” 

“We can,” Ethan said. “It was fun, I took care of you, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah,” James agreed. “You did a really good job.”

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Written for the Omovember Prompt “Almost Made It”. 

It’s been longer than I thought since I last updated this one. I’m sorry for the delay. But, I have a ton of chapters with these guys scheduled to go up in the next couple months. Hope that makes up for it!

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James had taken Ethan out to his favorite restaurant for dinner to celebrate their anniversary. it was an upscale sea-food place on the other side of town. James liked it a lot, too— Mostly, he liked the fancy water. It was fizzy and had the slightest hint of lemon in its flavor. They couldn’t afford to eat here that often, so James always ended up draining his glass multiple times whenever they did; He just couldn’t get enough of it! 

His bladder sure could, though. After they’d finished their appetizer, James was already uncomfortable enough that he wanted to take a toilet break. “Be right back, Ethan,” he said, smirking. “Unless you wanna watch…” 

“Heheh,” Ethan laughed. “Not in public, James…” 

“I know,” James said. “Just teasing you! Awww, and look how red you are! You DO wanna watch, don’t you?” 

Ethan covered his face a little, “N—Not in public,” he repeated. 

“Alright,” James said, walking off. His bladder wasn’t too full, but his need felt more urgent now that he was on his way to the toilet. His body seemed to just KNOW that relief was getting close, and he could feel his holding muscles loosening up already. He found that very interesting, how the simple knowledge that he’d be peeing in a moment made him desire to do it even more strongly. 

His bladder cramped when he saw the sign on the door to the only restroom in the building; Out of Order. 

James stared at it for a second, as if believing that if he watched it for long enough the sign would change and he’d be able to go. That didn’t happen, of course. The sign remained as it was, and the door stayed a solid barrier between him and relief. 

Still hopeful, he thought maybe someone had just forgotten to take the sign OFF the door after whatever the problem was had been resolved. He reached out and tugged on the knob, but it didn’t budge. James’s lower stomach gave a light throb, he was going to have a problem if he didn’t pee soon! His bladder always filled up quick! 

‘Maybe someone’s just in there,’ James told himself. ‘Try knocking.’ He did this, and then he listened out. But, he didn’t hear anything from inside the room. 

The restroom was locked because it was out of order. He wasn’t going to get to use it. He squeezed his thighs together, swaying as he tried to think of what to do. He could go outside, look for somewhere else with a toilet… But, Ethan would get worried if he did that, and he’d hate to miss so much of their date! 

He could simply TELL Ethan that he couldn’t use the toilet here, of course. But, again, Ethan would WORRY about him— He’d probably insist they cut the evening short so he could get James to a restroom faster. The last thing James wanted was for to Ethan to forego their special dinner over something like this. Even if Ethan didn’t choose to drop everything to find James a spot to pee, if he KNEW James was still holding it, he’d stress himself out and wouldn’t enjoy the date like James wanted him to. 

So, James decided he’d just go back to the table and PRETEND he had peed. Ethan wouldn’t have to worry about something he didn’t KNOW, and James could wait until after dinner. He’d tell Ethan on the drive home that he needed to pee, and then they could stop at a gas station or something. It would be fine. 

He headed back to the table and sighed as he sat down. “Ahhhh, much better!” he said. It felt weird to do that when he DIDN’T actually feel better at all, but normally he always told Ethan how relieved he was when he returned from the toilet. It would be suspicious NOT to do it now. Besides, it was worth it just to see the little pink blush in Ethan’s cheeks. 

“Heh,” Ethan laughed awkwardly. “I’m glad you’re comfy, James…” 

James nodded, and did his best to appear as though he really WAS comfy. He paid careful attention to his feet, not wanting them to tap or cross. He tensed his thigh muscles, but that was something he could do unnoticed so long as he didn’t start jiggling too. The restaurant was dimly lit, so he didn’t worry too much about Ethan noticing if he started to sweat. 

Ethan was looking at him very intently, though. Suddenly, he smiled and gave a short laugh. 

“What?” James asked, nervous. Had Ethan noticed he still needed to go somehow? 

“Nothing… I just…” Ethan looked away. “Can’t believe I got so lucky… Four years with the world’s sweetest guy, and I haven’t driven him away yet.” 

James blushed, “I’m the one that’s lucky,” he said. “No one’s ever understood me like you do.” 

Ethan reached across the table to grasp James’s hand. “Remember when you asked me out?” 

“I remember how many times I had to repeat to you that I was being serious,” James laughed. His mirth shook his bladder, but Ethan’s hand felt so good that he could ignore it. “You kept saying ‘But, why?’ and ‘Are you sure?’” 

“Well, I couldn’t believe it,” Ethan said. “I still can’t.” 

“Oh, and the first time we kissed,” James said. “And the first thing you said after was ‘I probably did that wrong! I’m sorry!’” He giggled more. “Had to keep telling you that you didn’t mess it up…” 

“I just… I felt weird,” Ethan said. “I’m older than you, but you’d been with people before, meanwhile I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet… I was worried you were going to expect me to have all this experience that I just… Didn’t have. But, then when I TOLD you I’d just never kissed anybody before, you were… Ridiculously excited.” Ethan smiled at the memory, James had been so happy to learn that he was Ethan’s first. He’d just lit up and babbled about how that meant he should have kissed him more slowly, made it last longer, made it more special so Ethan would always remember it. But, of course, Ethan WOULD always remember it. Even if had lasted less than a second, he would remember it for the rest of his life, because it had been with James. 

Ethan blushed. “Remember the first time we slept together?” he blushed harder. “I— I mean LITERALLY. The first time we literally just… Slept together.” 

“You were scared you’d do something embarrassing in your sleep, like start sucking your thumb,” James said. 

“Heh, and you were worried that you’d…” Ethan trailed off, mindful of their surroundings. He lowered his voice. “You were worried you’d… ‘Go’ in the sheets since you still did that sometimes…” 

James blushed, Ethan’s last comment had returned his attention to his still rapidly filling bladder. He hoped the food came soon so it would be closer to the time when they’d leave… Maybe the restroom was fixed now, though? “Heh, um… Yeah. Speaking of that, I need to go again right now…” He stood up. “I’ll be back in a minute!” 

James’s legs were a little stiffer for this second trip to the restroom. The pressure in his middle had grown considerably and walking wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world for him to be doing. Every step drove a little nub of pressure against his opening, made his length tingle with needy pulses. He rounded the corner and frowned deeply when he saw the Out of Order sign still tacked to the door. 

Just to be sure, he tried to open it anyway. It refused to move. James’s bladder cramped inside him as he tugged on the doorknob uselessly. He sighed with something that was very far from relief, nervously adjusting his fly. 

On his way back to the table, he noticed the waitstaff flitting around and had a thought; The employees had to be here ALL day, and it would just be cruel if their boss made them work for so long without a usable toilet. This place was much too nice to have someone like Celia— James’s old boss— running it. 

So, that meant there was probably another toilet for the employees. He should ask to use it. They may say no, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? He stopped one of the waitresses on her way to a table. “U—Um, excuse me,” he said, shuffling on his feet from a lot more than just embarrassment. “Th—The… Um… The restroom over there is out of order, is there another I can use?” 

She shook her head. “We aren’t supposed to let anybody back in the kitchen areas, sorry,” she said. “But, across the street, there’s a store where you should be able to go.” 

James glanced to his side, wondering if he should make the walk to the store. It would take a long time… Ethan was waiting. “That’s okay,” he told her. “H—Have a nice evening.” 

With that, he headed back to the other side of the dining room where Ethan was sitting. 

James blew out a breath as he took his chair. His heavy exhale stretched the walls of his bladder and made his thighs go tenser. “Ahhhh… Much better!” he said, the words feeling extremely odd on his tongue considering his bladder was mid-spasm as he’d said them. He wasn’t better at all! He was fuller than he’d been when he’d left! 

“Good,” Ethan said. “You really like the water here, huh?” 

“Y—Yeah,” James agreed, wishing he hadn’t fed his addiction to it so generously. Oh, but he had. He’d emptied his glass three times already, and now every drop of that liquid was trapped inside his bladder, pulsing against his sphincters and loudly yelling for release. 


“It is tasty,” Ethan said, taking a long, slow sip from his own glass. He glanced back and forth, then spoke in a whisper. “If I’m not careful, I might end up having a little too much…” 

James tightened his hands into fists as excitement swirled around with his desperation. “Eheh, oh no…” he said. “That wouldn’t be good!” 

Ethan took another sip, “Honestly kinda reminds me of one of our first dates… I was so nervous! Thought I’d say something dumb, so I just kept drinking water so I’d have something else to do with my mouth.” 

“I remember that,” James said. 

“I remember you staring,” Ethan added. “And, I kept thinking ‘God, he can tell you’re an anxious wreck! Calm down!’ But… That’s probably not ALL that you were thinking, was it?” 

James shook his head and looked away. “Nope…” he admitted. “Mostly what I was thinking was ‘Oh, that’s gonna have to come out later!’ And it was hard not to let myself blush or anything. I kept waiting for you to mention that you had to go, but you didn’t. And that actually got me more excited because I realized it meant you can hold a whole lot.” 

It was Ethan’s turn to go red. “A—Actually, by the end of the date, when I got back in my car to go home— I was so desperate that I needed to… To ‘refill’ an empty bottle I’d left in there before I could even THINK about trying to drive.” 

James blinked at him. He remembered that night so well! He’d been watching Ethan CLOSELY for any sign that the water needed to come back out, and hadn’t noticed a thing! “You were?” he asked. “But, you didn’t SAY anything! And you were acting so… Normal.” 

“I was nervous about making a bad impression,” Ethan reminded. “So, I just felt super grateful for the long table-cloth so I could cross my legs and hold myself unnoticed.” 

James felt grateful for the long tablecloth shielding his legs right now, too. He couldn’t stop his knees from jiggling and he didn’t want to make Ethan worry. 

“And… I couldn’t make myself stop drinking the water, so I was just making it so much worse. When we got up to leave… God, I thought I was gonna go right there. Tensed every muscle I had and it was SO hard to walk in a straight line,” Ethan said. “The second we’d parted ways, I was… You know, holding myself and… Doing everything I could to make it to my car in time.” 

James sure was sorry he’d missed out on all that! It would have been such a joy to witness. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked. “I’m sure the restaurant we went to that night had a toilet.” His bladder shuddered at his words, reminding him that the one they were at tonight DIDN’T have one of those and that he should seriously stop thinking about pee if he knew what was good for him. 

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck and leaned back in his seat. “L—Like I said, I was nervous about making a bad impression, and I didn’t want to do anything that would make you feel less attracted to me… Figured the last thing you wanted to imagine was me… Peeing.” He laughed. “Funny how wrong I was, huh? Guess if I was worried about turning you on, I should have just told you that I was ready to burst and asked you to come with me.” 

“Heh, yeah,” James smiled. “That would have done it… Because, you peeing was basically the ONLY thing I was thinking about that night.” 

“And, it sounds like it’s the main thing you’re thinking about TONIGHT too,” Ethan teased him lightly. 

“N—No,” James insisted, flustered. “Not the MAIN thing.” Truthfully, the main thing James had been thinking about tonight was HIMSELF peeing, not Ethan. His bladder had gotten pretty swollen. Nervously, he palmed the area directly above his penis, feeling how firm and smooth his lower abdomen was getting, straining to withstand his urge. He crossed his legs beneath the tablecloth— Ethan was right, they were so useful in situations like this one!— and made sure that his cock was squeezed between his thighs. That lessened his need a little bit. 

“Oh?” Ethan asked, taking another long, drawn-out sip. “What else is on your mind?” 

‘That I’m starting to need to go real bad and the toilet’s broken here!’ James brain screamed. “Um… I’m… Thinking about how nice your eyes look…” 

Ethan grinned. “Aw, can you even really SEE them? I’m sure the light from the candles is just putting a ton of glare on my glasses…” he took them off. “Probably got a better view now— Even if I don’t.” 

“Heh, put them back on,” James said. “I want you to be able to see me!” Although, he wasn’t sure how much he really MEANT that. It was getting trickier not to squirm! 

Twenty minutes later and the food had arrived, immediately the conversation dwindled as Ethan enjoyed his oyster pasta. James liked his grilled shrimp too, but it was a little hard for him to eat. His legs were pressing much more tightly against one another and the base of his cock was throbbing with irritation. He kept clenching his sphincters as tightly as he could, but the shrimp was also a little spicy and necessitated him drinking more water from his glass. He tried his best NOT to put any more fluid into his body until he’d figured out what to do with everything that was already there, he couldn’t help himself, though! 

“Mmmf, thank you for this, James,” Ethan said. “You really make me feel special.” 

“Y—You are special,” James told him. “Oh, did you know oysters are… Um… They’re, like… An aphrodisiac, or something? Is that true?” 

“I think so,” Ethan said, reaching for his water. “But, I bet THIS works better on you than oysters do, right?” He took another drink, draining the glass. “Ah, fourth one tonight,” he informed, as if James HADN’T been keeping careful track of his fluid consumption this evening. “Definitely gonna have to go badly by the time we get home.” 

James was going very red in the face. It was rare for Ethan to be so flirty, especially regarding the kinkier aspects of their relationship, and especially in public. But, of course, celebrating four years together was a very special occasion. 

James just wished he could enjoy it a little better. It was hard to get THAT excited over the thought of Ethan being ready to explode by the time they arrived home when HE was already getting close to that point himself right here. James squirmed in his chair, sitting on the edge so that his member was pressed firmly against it. His holding muscles remained taut, but the pressure pulsing against them were giving them a really hard time. His feet tapped awkwardly against the floor. “Y—You’re gonna hold it all in until we get home?” 

“I think so,” Ethan said. “We’ll see how I feel when it’s time to leave. Already needing it a bit.” 

James nodded. HE was already needing it a LOT… 

They finished their meals— and Ethan polished off a fifth and sixth glass of water. James was proud of himself for being able to eat everything on his plate even with his swollen bladder causing him such immense discomfort. He’d been really, really hungry and the shrimp had been so delicious he couldn’t let any of it go to waste. Having a full stomach wasn’t so great for his full bladder, though, it seemed to INCREASE the amount of pressure inside his body. 

Ethan was tapping his feet much like James was… But he’d turned slightly in his chair so James could SEE his knee bouncing, rather than concealing it beneath the tablecloth. He WANTED James to notice that the water had settled inside his bladder. “That pasta got me thirsty,” he said. “But, I should be more careful! It’s a long drive back home, isn’t it?" 

James smiled at him, trying not to THINK about that long drive. There’d be a good place to stop along the way, right? “G—Gotta go?” 

“Yeah, quite a bit,” Ethan said. “But, not SO badly that we need to skip dessert.” 

James had been considering skipping dessert. He was pretty full after the shrimp, and he wanted to leave sooner rather than later. But, it was their anniversary! Ethan deserved something sweet for BEING so sweet! “Heh, good!” he said. 

They agreed on a dessert and settled in to wait for it. Ethan was looking down at his lap, then gazed up at James. “Hope it doesn’t take TOO long, though… I think fizzy water goes through me a bit faster than regular water does.” 

James had to agree there… And so did his bladder; a massive spasm slammed into him and, without really thinking about it, he gripped his dick beneath the tablecloth. Immediately, he was staring at Ethan, red-faced. The other didn’t seem to have noticed what he was doing, but the intensity of the moment prompted his bladder to throb much more strongly. He could almost feel the way his skin was stretching out, pulling tauter and tauter by the second. “A—Awww,” he said. “D—Does Ethan need t—to go?” 

“He does,” Ethan nodded. “He’ll tell you more about it later, he doesn’t want you to get TOO excited here.” 

James reddened even further. One major plus of Ethan teasing him this much, it gave him a very good excuse for why his face was so flushed that had NOTHING to do with the state of his own bladder. 

Their fruit tart arrived quickly, which James was relieved about. He ate his portion as fast as he could, prompting another laugh from Ethan. “Heh, wow, you’re eager to get me home, aren’t you?” 

James nodded. He was excited to play with Ethan’s bladder, but he needed to empty his own even more. 

“Surprised you didn’t eat as slow as you could just so I’d have to wait longer,” Ethan added. “Of course, I bet you don’t plan on letting me pee as soon as we’re home, do you?” 

James shook his head, then flinched as a very strong spasm hit him. His breathing picked up in speed and he felt his blush deepening. This was getting bad. This was getting so, so bad… Maybe— Maybe the bathroom would be fixed by the time they were leaving? That would be good… If not, Ethan was going to have to find a good place to stop right away, otherwise James may just go on the car-seat. “Y—You’re going to have to hold it,” he said, more to himself than to Ethan. 

“Thought so,” Ethan said. He tapped his foot some more. “Gonna be difficult though, that was a lot of water.” 

James nodded. It HAD been a lot of water. TOO much… 

They paid for their meals and Ethan stood from his chair. He stretched out, and James wasn’t sure if he’d intended for his shirt to rise and expose the small swell of his bladder or not. Either way, he sure appreciated the view…

James stood up as well, and a rush of pee leaked from his tip— So quickly he hadn’t even had any warning! No chance to tighten his muscles, no chance to react! He put his hand to his crotch, pressing needfully. 

Ethan noticed, “Oh… YOU should probably go before we leave,” he whispered. “I— I can wait still, but—“ 

“I’ll go,” James assured, hoping he’d be able to actually make good on his word. He walked briskly from the dining area, down the hall towards the restroom. It was an impossibility to walk without the aid of his hand grasping his cock, sharp pains bubbled inside his bladder with every step. 

Again, he found himself at the door to the toilet. Again, the sign was tacked to it. Again, James gave the doorknob a try anyway. Again, it was locked tight. 


Again, James couldn’t pee. 

James turned, finding Ethan had joined him. His boyfriend’s eyebrows knit with concern. “O—Oh no,” he said. “Don’t worry, James. I’ll find you somewhere else on the way home.” 

James nodded and followed Ethan outside. He looked across the street, seeing the store the waitress had told him about earlier. “I can pee there,” he said, pointing. 

Ethan looked too. “It’s closed…The lights are off,” he said. “I’m— I’m sorry. It’s gotten pretty late. But, I’m sure I can find you a place that’s still open! It’ll be alright.” 

James frowned, stepping frantically in place before climbing into the car. “O—Okay,” he said. “But hurry… I really gotta go, bad.” 

Ethan got into the car beside him and turned it on. He kept one hand on the wheel and let James hold onto the other. They drove quietly for a bit, Ethan on the lookout for any place that was open at this late hour. They passed by plenty of fast food restaurants with lit signs, and James pointed out each one. But, they were drive-thru only so long after dark. James couldn’t actually go inside and use the toilet. 

James wriggled and squirmed, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter and tighter. He noticed Ethan flinch a few times and knew he was squeezing TOO hard, but he couldn’t help it. He had to go so much, and Ethan’s hand was the only thing giving him comfort. James had been holding it for so long that the need to let go was absolutely agonizing. Each bump in the road made his eyes water, and he felt all of them so, so clearly. 

Any slight imperfection in the street, the tiniest crack, the smallest pebble, all of it rocked James’s bloated bladder which felt, with every new bounce, like it was about to become TOO bloated for him to withstand. “Th—They’re all only drive-thru?” he asked pleadingly when they went by another place. 

“I’m sorry, James,” Ethan said sincerely. “I promise, I’m REALLY trying.” 

James didn’t doubt him one bit. There were some gas stations along the road, but only the pumps were running. The stores and the restrooms inside of them were closed. “C—Can I go on the side of the road?” James suggested, shifting his hips like mad as his hand clutched desperately at his crotch. 

Ethan considered it. It was dark, it was likely no one would SEE James relieving himself outside. “Y—Yeah, as soon as we find somewhere with some trees I’ll pull over,” he promised. 

James would have been content with just letting it go WITHOUT anything to hide behind, but he knew Ethan was only trying to make sure he didn’t get into trouble if he was spotted. He fanned his legs in and out. “O—Okay. Hurry, please?” 

“I’m hurrying,” Ethan said. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…” He squeezed James’s hand. “Everything will be fine.” 

Ethan kept searching for a wooded area beside the road, but they were getting so close to their home now that it was mainly residential streets. There WERE bushes outside a lot of the houses, and Ethan caught James eyeing them VERY eagerly, they’d definitely get in trouble if James was caught peeing on someone else’s property, though. “We’re almost there,” Ethan said gently. “You’ve done such a good job holding it…” 

That made James feel good, made him a little more determined to KEEP holding it. He recognized where they were now, he knew they were very, very close. He could make it! His breathing was becoming shallower and shallower, but they were too close for him to lose it now! 

Five minutes later, they’d pulled into their driveway and James frantically tore off his seatbelt. He’d done it! He’d held all that water ALL the way through dinner, he’d kept it in through the entire drive, and now he was finally, FINALLY going to pee! 

Ethan got out of the car after him, and James saw him shuffling his feet, swaying from side to side… He’d actually FORGOTTEN that Ethan had to go as well, they’d both been so focused on getting James his relief. He was gonna have so much fun teasing Ethan while he went! 

James rushed to the door. He tried to unlock it, but his hands shook so badly that he couldn’t. It was okay though, Ethan was right there and opened the door for him. He tore inside as fast as he could, already unbuttoning his pants. Ethan followed after him, even if James hadn’t said anything, he knew the other was going to want him to watch in order to torment his bladder for a couple minutes.

James rushed down the hallway, his bladder loosening and loosening with each heavy step, almost there, almost there! He scrambled into the restroom, trembling hand on his zipper, he started to yank it down, and— 

Urine blasted out of him in a hard, pouring rush, furiously soaking through the crotch of his pants and pounding to the floor beneath his feet. As it drenched its way down his legs, it made an impossible to ignore, ear-splitting hiss, violently soaking his pants. He froze and just stood there, stunned. He’d— No! No! He was— 

James’s tears started to fall. This wasn’t fair! He’d gotten so close! If he’d only been able to hang on just a fraction of a second longer! He couldn’t believe he’d drenched himself like this… Not when the toilet was right there, seat up, ready for use! He should have been able to make it! He should have been! Tears streamed out as quickly as his pee had. 

He whimpered at the shame, staring down at himself as hours of waiting and holding and waiting and holding came to an unwanted conclusion. The puddle spread across the ground, and he stood trembling in his wet clothes as more and more liquid forcibly pumped itself from his body. The pain in his bladder started to dissipate, and the relief was as good as he’d imagined it, but his dismay and sadness totally overpowered all the pleasant feelings. His stream was subsiding, his entire lower half was soaked, the floor was coated… He started to sniffle hard, crying more. “N…No fair…”

Ethan stood in the doorway, stepping in place, chest clenching at the sight of James losing control at the last possible second… Poor thing… Ethan’s heart sank even more when he saw James’s shoulders starting to heave and realized he’d begun to cry.

Ethan shut his eyes and told himself to stop fighting his own flood. It was time to relax. It took a second, it always took him a bit to start peeing his pants deliberately, no matter how desperate he was to let go. But, soon enough, he felt his warm stream wetting the crotch of his pants and seeping down his leg. “O—Oh no!” he said, spreading his legs out as his flow picked up speed. “I couldn’t make it, either!” His pants rapidly darkened, pee hissing very loudly into the material. “Ah— I can’t stop it!” 

James stared at the liquid pooling out beneath Ethan’s feet. He knew that Ethan hadn’t REALLY lost it. He knew Ethan could have easily kept his bladder in check for the couple seconds it would take him to reach the toilet. He knew Ethan probably COULD stop going right now if he wanted. But, James smiled at him through his tears anyway. “Awww, you— You really had to go…” James said. 

“Yeah…” Ethan agreed. He smiled and sighed. “Ahhh, I had to go SO badly! It’s just such a relief to let it out…” He pushed down, and his pee started to hiss a little louder, his own puddle was growing out beneath his feet, starting to mix with the mess James had already made of the floor. “My body just couldn’t handle it anymore, how embarrassing!” he said. “And, I was so close to the toilet, too!” He shut his eyes again and let a shudder pass through him. “Ohhh, feels so much better, though!” 

James stepped closer to him, and didn’t even wait for Ethan to finish peeing before he’d hugged him against his chest. “P—Poor Ethan…” he murmured, kissing him on the cheek. “It’s okay… Just let go now…” 

“Ahhhh…” Ethan sighed, he knew his pee was soaking James now, but James was already so wet that it hardly mattered. He rubbed James’s back gently, giving him a kiss. “I love you so much…” he breathed out as the final few spurts of his pee trickled forth. 

James kissed him again, his tears all forgotten. “I love you, too… You… You always know what will make me feel better, and… And you just… Do it…”

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Written for the Omovember Prompt "In A Movie Theater". Some of the scenario is inspired by a drawing of Jailor Eckman's. 

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Ethan’s friends sometimes called him a dork. He didn’t think he was, usually. Sure, he spent over an hour each week organizing his psychology textbooks. Sure, he never went anywhere without a pen and pad of paper. Sure, he couldn’t even name three sports teams. But, none of that meant he was a dork. 

But, the fact that he’d decided going to see the extended director’s cut for a really old space opera film was a ‘NECESSITY’ and not just a ‘want’ may have meant that he was. But, really, this WAS a necessity! The extended cut was only receiving a really limited number of showings in just a few select theaters. This version included everything, four scenes that hadn’t ever been seen before by anybody. 

Ethan wasn’t going to miss any of this. He didn’t know when the scenes would appear— they were shrouded in mystery, after all. He wouldn’t allow himself to risk skipping over them. 

The problem was that the massive soda he’d gotten, and had intended to drink off and on throughout the entire movie, hadn’t actually lasted that long. There was still a lot of time left in the movie, and the soda was now lodged in Ethan’s bladder. 

James had gotten up to pee two times already. He liked this movie a lot too, but if he tried to sit through the entire thing without a break, he’d be sitting in a puddle before it was over— Especially after having sugary soda! 

The second time he’d returned from the bathroom, as he’d sat back down he’d been unable to miss all the contorting that Ethan was doing. He’d brought his legs up into the seat with him and was scissoring them around. One hand was gripping tightly to his arm rest and the other was nervously fidgeting with his glasses. 

After that, James had tried to return his focus to the movie, but Ethan was proving a far more interesting thing to watch. Still, James knew what the right thing to do was. He leaned in closer to his partner and whispered “Go pee, I’ll tell you if you miss anything.” 

And Ethan shook his head. “I don’t want to miss the new scenes,” he said. “I’ll go after.” 

James tried a couple more times to convince Ethan, but eventually he figured that Ethan probably knew his body better than James did. If Ethan said that he could wait until after the movie to pee, then that meant he could. Ethan wouldn’t risk having an accident in public, he’d definitely get up if it was THAT bad. And, James certainly didn’t have any complaints about getting to sit beside him as he wriggled and squirmed. 

Ethan was glad he’d seen the regular-cut of this movie so many times— Enough times that he actually had a lot of the dialogue committed to memory— because his bladder was demanding an awful lot of his focus. His body was a bit annoyed with him, he figured. He knew he was being rather silly, it would only take him five minutes at most to leave the theater, get to a urinal, pee, and come back. The resolution to all this uncomfortable pressure was so simple and so close. 

But, perhaps the fact that he KNEW a bathroom was available so close to his current position was part of why he was so determined to keep waiting as long as he could. He knew that, if it got to be too much and he was in danger of going in his pants, he could make a run for it and everything would be fine. This situation was entirely within his control, so if he WASN’T full enough that he was at risk of an accident, he saw no reason to get up and risk missing one of the new scenes. 

He may not have been at risk of an accident, but he was definitely at the point that he’d consider himself desperate. There was a continual tugging around his urethral opening, and constant little stinging pangs running up and down the length of his cock. It was taking a constant effort to keep any of his urine from pumping its way out, but he was still ABLE to keep it in him fairly easily. He rhythmically clenched and relaxed his abdominal muscles as he wriggled from side to side in his seat, and that was enough to keep his bladder in check. 

James was far more focused on Ethan than on anything happening in the film. With the way the lighting was in the theater, James could see sweat shimmering on his boyfriend’s forehead and could dimly make out the hitching of his chest as he took slow, careful breaths. One of Ethan’s hands was wedged between his knees now, and James wondered how much longer it would be until he’d wrapped it around his dick. 

Half an hour later, and Ethan was constantly shifting his position. He just couldn’t hold still anymore! Two of the new scenes had been shown by then, and they’d been everything Ethan had hoped for, but unfortunately one took place beside an enormous waterfall on an alien planet, and the sound of it gushing had been in the background of the entire thing. Played on the huge speakers of the theaters, the noises toyed with Ethan’s bladder and left him shuddering with need. 

Every drop of liquid that spattered on the massive screen felt like it fell with catastrophic impact into Ethan’s bladder. He’d given himself a few tight squeezes before the scene concluded, and once the waterfall was no longer being shown, know longer broadcasting its awful hissing noises, Ethan felt majorly relieved. 

The scene had made James need to go again a little bit, too. But, he’d been enthralled by what it did to Ethan. When he saw Ethan’s hands repeatedly dart down to his lap to press against his crotch, James had blushed so much he was surprised that he didn’t start glowing! James couldn’t take his eyes off the desperate man as he fidgeted more and more, his teeth clamping onto his lip, his clothes getting more ruffled as he kept adjusting his position. At one point, his shirt rode up on him a bit and James could see a small but firm, round bump nestled between his boyfriend’s hip-bones; A furious, swollen lump of piss. 

He saw Ethan glance down, saw the recognition in his eyes. Looking back up at the screen, Ethan’s hands reached down again and parted the button on his pants. Immediately, a sigh was falling from his lips as his bladder was given a bit more room. 

James was getting more desperate just watching Ethan wriggle, but he didn’t want to get up and miss anything, either. Although, what HE didn’t want to miss and what Ethan didn’t want to miss were now two entirely different things. James had forgotten about the movie almost entirely now, he only wanted to keep staring as Ethan fought against his body’s rapidly growing need. 

Ethan stomped his feet against the floor. There was probably about one hour left in the movie now, maybe a little bit more. He could contain himself that much longer, he knew he could. He was confident. As soon as he thought that, a rush of heat bolted down his length and he felt a dribble just at the edge of coming out. His hands flew quickly to his dick and squeezed away until the pressure started to dissipate. 

He’d almost leaked. But ALMOST leaking and ACTUALLY leaking weren’t the same things. He could still wait, he was keeping all his pee exactly where it belonged. It was okay. The constant buzzing from just below the skin in his lower abdomen was starting to feel more like being stung, and he didn’t think it would be wise to let go of his crotch now. But that was fine. The room was dark, he could hold himself as much as he wanted without having to feel embarrassed about it. 

A moment later, Ethan had splayed his legs out in front of himself, before crossing one overtop of the other and jiggling them frantically. He stared up at the screen, hips lurching into the much needed pressure of his clutching hands. His desperation was increasing, pulses and spasms continually rocking his bladder and making it difficult for Ethan to breathe. Deep breaths made the taut skin around his abdomen feel like it was going to tear, breathing too quickly caused his bladder to shudder more. 

The third of the bonus scenes played, and Ethan tensed up enough that he was shaking. James, sitting beside him, could actually FEEL the tension radiating off of him. He was amazed by how focused Ethan suddenly was on the screen now that one of the scenes he’d been looking forward to was playing. Ethan had gone a little stiller, but was unable to restrain himself completely. He was still rocking from side to side, and James could see his knuckles whitening every so often as he tightened his grip on his crotch. 

James tried to pay attention to the bonus scene, too. Just in case Ethan ended up asking him his thoughts about them. James knew that in an ordinary circumstance, he’d have no problem keeping himself focused on the movie. But, this wasn’t an ordinary circumstance. Ethan was putting on an unbelievably hot performance beside him and James’s eyes refused to settle themselves onto anything else. 

James so wanted to tease Ethan somehow, but they were in a public place and he didn’t want to risk getting himself TOO excited. Maybe after the movie, Ethan could be persuaded to hold it until they got home and had some privacy. Even if Ethan ended up agreeing to that, James didn’t think HE could go home without peeing first, his own bladder had filled considerably as he’d watched his boyfriend writhe, like Ethan’s desperation was somehow contagious. 

James actually felt full enough that he thought he really should get up and go to the restroom NOW, but he didn’t want to miss a second of Ethan’s squirming. Ethan looked positively breathtaking right now, his head leaning back, his hips thrusting into his palms… He was too hot for his own good and James couldn’t tear his eyes away from him for long enough to use the toilet! James wriggled his hips and told himself to wait. They’d pee together as soon as the movie was over, and he could barely wait to hear the moans Ethan was sure to let go of. 

The fourth and final bonus scene came right before the climax of the film. Ethan kept rocking, his thighs grinding together, fighting not to stomp his feet against the floor now. He couldn’t let go of his crotch— Thank God it was too dark for anyone to notice! Somehow, he was still able to focus on the movie, not even the thunderous roar of his bladder was powerful enough to stop him from doing that. 

Wow, was his bladder roaring, though! Waves were colliding inside of it— Entire oceans were slamming into each other within his body. He knew that he had precious little space left in there, so much of it already occupied by what felt like gallons of boiling hot liquid. He bit down hard on his lip, a little whimper squeaking from his mouth. He needed a toilet so much… No way was he going to miss this, though— This new scene completely changed the context of the ending, and made it even better! 

Once the scene concluded, James half-expected Ethan to get up and pee— He’d seen all the new stuff now, and he’d watched this movie in its original form tons of times, he knew exactly how it was going to end. Ethan didn’t stand though, he didn’t even try to. He clearly intended to watch this through to the end, whether his bladder liked that or not. 

And James TOO intended to watch this through to the end, as to miss out on even one second of Ethan’s wriggling would be completely unacceptable. James was starting to wriggle an awful lot himself, he was grinding against his seat as protesting little flares pinged through his bladder.

Half an hour later, the credits were rolling and the lights overhead turned on. Ethan looked frazzled and mussed, like he’d just woken up. His hair was out of place, and his clothing was ruffled. James was sure he didn’t look much better. 

Ethan blushed when he saw James staring, and shakily tried to fix his hair with the hand not glued between his legs. James reached to smooth his hair down for him and smiled at him. “D—Did you like that?” he asked. 

Ethan nodded, “I—It was great. But… Wow… That was long…” he gingerly got to his feet, squirming frantically in place as his bladder surged. 

“Awww, somebody has to go, doesn’t he?” James teased. 

“Y—Yeah,” Ethan said, blushing harder while watching people walk past them. “Not so loud?” 

“Heh, it’s okay,” James shot up, then cringed as he folded over a bit. “I gotta go bad, too— And I actually went twice during the movie, you didn’t go at ALL. I bet you’re really bursting now!” 

“I— I am,” Ethan admitted, to his embarrassment he realized one of his hands was still tucked between his trembling thighs. He’d meant to let go once the lights came on… 

James looked at the empty drink in Ethan’s cupholder. “Wow, did you drink aallllll that?” he asked, picking it up. Some of the ice had melted, and James could hear it sloshing. His bladder lurched at the noise, but he shook more anyway. 

“Nnnh…” Ethan cringed when he heard the fluid shifting inside the cup, stomping his feet harshly. “J—James, stop that! Put it down!” 

“Gotta throw it out, silly,” James said. “What’s the matter? Why’s it bothering you?” He shook it faster. 

Ethan jiggled in time with the cup. “It’s making me need to—“ 

“I’m sure it is!” James started to walk out of the aisle and Ethan limped after him— It was such a strain to walk! “You drank this whooole thing, and now it’s all just stuck in there, isn’t it? Bet it wants out real bad by now!” 

“It does!” Ethan whimpered. God, the cup looked bigger now in the light. He couldn’t believe he’d drank the entire thing. No wonder he felt like his insides were all being stretched out in opposite directions… 

James tossed the cup into a trash bin as they left the theater. “Now, is there somewhere else you’d like to go today?” he asked. “Or should we head home?” 

“James…” Ethan whined, drawing out his name. “I can’t go home.” 

“Hm?” James asked, feigning shock. “What do you mean? Where else are you gonna sleep tonight?” 

“I have to— I have to relieve myself first. I won’t make it home,” Ethan said. 

“Ohhhhh,” James said, still pretending that he was surprised. “Right. Ethan drank that whole biiiig cup and held it aaaaall afternoon, didn’t he? That’s why he’s so cute and squirmy now!” James paused in the hallway, wrapping Ethan into a hug. Ethan fidgeted hard against him, without realizing it he was bucking his hips against James’s, desperate to put some pressure against his crotch. James kissed him gently, then squeezed him hard and giggled when he felt Ethan tense up. “I’m sorry, am I making it worse?” he asked. 

“Yessss…” Ethan groaned. 

“Aww, that’s too bad!” James said. “I thought you liked it when I kiss you!” 

“I do!” Ethan promised. 

“Good boy,” James said, kissing him again. “Very, very good boy…” 

Ethan felt a delightful chill going down his spine— Almost TOO delightful. “J—James, we are in public…” he reminded hoarsely. “S—Say that too much, and I might get a—a—“ 

James silenced him with another kiss, then said “Let’s get you your reward now.” He released Ethan, and took the hand that his boyfriend wasn’t clutching against his crotch. He led Ethan from the hall and out into the main area of the theater. They went down another hall towards the restroom James had already used twice that day, and Ethan hadn’t set foot into at all. 

“Are we almost there?” Ethan winced. 

James nearly asked him ‘Almost where?’ but the tease died on his lips when he saw a new sign tacked to the men’s room; Out of Order. 

What? 

It had been fine just a couple hours ago! 

James felt Ethan squeeze his hand a little tighter. “James, I— I meant what I said. I can’t make it home…” he said, sounding panicked. 

James was worried too. He probably wouldn’t make it home, either. He looked at the other side of the hall. “The girl’s one is open,” he pointed out. 

“That doesn’t help me,” Ethan said. “I can’t use it.” As if on cue, he heard a toilet flush from inside that room. The noise was so tantalizing to his bladder that Ethan folded over a bit and pressed his legs tightly together. He WANTED to use it. He really, really wanted to… 

“It’s an emergency…” James said, shifting his feet a little. “I’ve… I’ve used the girl’s before when the guy’s wasn’t open. It isn’t THAT big of a deal.” 

“I’ll get in trouble,” Ethan said. “I… I did it once by accident, when I was in high school. I had to go really bad on a field trip and I didn’t pay attention to the signs…” 

James snorted, “Awwww, cute!” 

“No, it wasn’t funny. It was really embarrassing, and I got a detention for it because they thought I’d done it on purpose.” 

“That’s no fair,” James said. “But… Nobody can give you detention now, Ethan. You’re kind of… Thirty. You won’t get in trouble if you just explain it’s an emergency. Those rules are kind of silly anyways when you think about it, everybody pees.” 

Ethan shuffled back and forth with indecision. James was… Sort of saying something Ethan himself had said before, not that James realized it. One of Ethan’s patients was a transgender guy that had escaped from a cult, and one of the things they talked about sometimes was his fear of using public toilets. What Ethan always told him was to relax and remember everyone peed, and that it was silly how people made so many rules about such a simple thing. 

Ethan’s current situation was pretty different from his patient’s, but the solution was similar. ‘Just relax. Everyone goes. This is an emergency.’ 

He still felt nervous, though! What if someone called security and then, just like the incident in high school, they didn’t listen to him when he explained that he’d just really needed to go? 

“Well,” James said, tapping his feet. “I… Can’t wait anymore,” he turned to the door, hoping Ethan would choose to follow him in. Maybe he’d feel better about this if he wasn’t the only one doing it. James knew HE’D definitely feel better after he used one of the toilets in there, anyway. He was about to open the door when a woman opened it first. She did look a little startled to see him there, and he said “S—Sorry, my boyfriend and I are real desperate and the men’s is closed. Sorry…” 

He caught her checking over his shoulder, watching Ethan’s pee-dancing… And he felt weirdly protective about it. Those squirms were for HIM! After a moment, the woman nodded and gave an understanding smile before walking past him. 

“See?” James said to Ethan. “Not gonna get in tro—“ 

Apparently, Ethan had realized and accepted that as well, because he pushed right past James and into the restroom. James giggled at him, accidentally rocking his own uncomfortably full bladder. 

Ethan locked himself into a stall, stamping his feet hard as he turned to face the toilet, already tearing his zipper down. He wondered for a second if he should…. If it would be more polite to sit while he was in here, just in case he missed. He heard a lock clattering in the adjacent stall, followed by a zipper, a stream, and a very adorable sigh from James’s lips…. All noises that nearly made Ethan leak! He hurried to free himself and aimed at the toilet, piss spurting from his tip immediately and pouring noisily into the water. “Ahhhh….” he moaned. 

In the next stall, James reddened at that sound. He wished he could be in that stall with Ethan right now, he was DYING to see the look on his face. He was sure it must have been cute as could be, all sweaty, slack and happy… His cheeks pink from the exertion he’d just gone through… James heard another satisfied groan as the speed of Ethan’s relief seemed to pick up. Both the relieved moaning and the hissing spray of Ethan’s stream echoed in the quiet restroom, and James pushed down on his muscles so he could hopefully finish pissing before he got too hard to continue. 

Ethan let himself relax more now that he was letting go. He was breaking a rule— one he’d gotten into trouble over once before— and that made him anxious, but he was PEEING and that made him feel so wonderful that he didn’t care as much. He knew he was being pretty silly about this anyway. He’d told his patient tons of times that most people probably didn’t even pay attention to other people in the bathroom with them! Sometimes, he thought, he needed to learn to take his own advice— Especially if doing so would mean he’d get to feel this good! 

His bladder was still throbbing, but in a much more pleasant way now. The throbs billowed out and ended with pulses of relief rather than stings of urgency. He felt the sensation of something inside him shrinking away, a feeling he’d grown accustomed to and now liked very much. He rubbed his free hand over his middle a little bit, his abdomen feeling tingly and light from the gentle prodding.

He heard James flush the toilet in his stall, but didn’t hear him open the door. He must have been waiting for him to finish… Which Ethan could tell was going to take a while. Oh well, he knew James wasn’t going to MIND having to stand there and listen to him to gush for a bit. 

Ethan kept rubbing his hand beneath his navel, discovering that he REALLY liked how it felt to touch himself right there while he peed. It made the relief that much more intense for some reason, and he couldn’t resist another moan. About a minute later, the last few spurts had left him and he shuddered as he zipped up. That was better… 

He and James washed their hands, and Ethan was happy to see the restroom was empty for the time being. No one around to question them while they left. They left the theater then, returned to their car where Ethan gave a heavy sigh. “Phew,” he said. “I sure feel better now!” 

“Good!” James said. “I do too! I was starting to have to go super bad!” He looked over at Ethan, at his face, still pink and sweaty… “A—And…Um… What a good boy you were back there, I told you to relax and you did!” 

Ethan froze. He’d been about to put the key into ignition, but now his hand wouldn’t move. “Eheh, you… Were right. It wasn’t such a big deal after all. I was worried over nothing.” 

“You were, silly guy…” James said. “But, you did a really good job calming down so you could take care of yourself. Bet that felt good, and you earned it! Such a good, good boy…” 

Ethan’s face was getting pinker by the second, beginning to scorch red. “James…” he mumbled. It was too hot in here. He needed to turn the car on. He needed the air conditioner. 

James reached and stroked Ethan’s hair, petting it gently. “Excellent job,” he said. “Staying calm and listening, I’m so proud of you! Who’s my good boy?” 

‘MY good boy…’ the words echoed in Ethan’s head, and he dropped the keys to the floor, his hands trembling wildly. 

James rubbed a hand overtop the crotch of Ethan’s pants, “Wow, you’re so hard and I hadn’t even touched you yet…” he murmured. “Getting ahead of me… How’d you get so good at that?” 

Fuck… Ethan could hardly breathe now, and his pants felt way too tight, they were strangling him… “James… What… What are you doing?” 

James’s hand froze, “Do you want me to stop?”

Absolutely not. “No,” Ethan breathed out. “Keep going. Keep… Keep talking, okay?” 

“You like the sound of my voice?” James asked him, starting to unzip Ethan’s fly to free his hard cock. “Or, is it what I’m saying? Is there something you’re dying to hear?” 

Ethan moaned and tipped his head back as James started to pump his cock. “James… God…” 

“You have such a perfect dick,” James murmured, leaning over to suck lightly on the tip for a second. “Tastes so good… Everything about you is so good…” 

Ethan’s hips bucked involuntarily, the tension inside him was building at an alarming rate. “I’m— If you k—keep saying—“ 

James put Ethan’s cock back inside his mouth, continuing to stroke what he couldn’t fit in. 

“Mmmf—“ Ethan grunted. If only James could talk and suck him off at the same time, then he’d be in Heaven. 

As it was though, this was pretty damn close to it… 

James withdrew from him, “You know, I barely paid attention to the movie,” he informed breathlessly.

That was… Random. 

“Too focused on you,” James added. “You know I just melt when I see you squirm, and you’re just so GOOD at it…” 

Ethan’s back arched as James started to stroke him again. “I— had to go so much— I was just d—doing wh—what I h—had to…” 

“See? You’re a natural,” James said. “Amazing. No one can turn me on like you. Such a good, good boy…” 

“God, James…” Ethan’s eyes were rolling back now. He felt like he almost didn’t NEED James to be touching him right now, that was just a bonus, an afterthought to the fantastic power of his words. “James… Just… Keep talking… Don’t stop.” 

“Heh, here I am jerking you off and all you want is my voice?” James laughed. “You love the sound that much? You want me to talk to you about the movie some?” 

“Mmmm—“ 

“Nah, I know what you want to hear,” James said. “You want to hear about how you’re my good boy, don’t you? You want to hear about how perfect you are, huh?” 

Ethan grunted, heat firing through his lower half, bubbling up inside him. “I’m gonna— I’m—“ 

“You know, for a therapist, I think you should be able to see your own narcissism a little easier,” James laughed. “Can’t get enough of hearing that you’re wonderful, can you?” 

“It’s not narci—“ 

“I know, silly, I’m teasing you,” James giggled out. “Heheh, I’m glad you put up with the teasing. Such a good boy, never getting annoyed… My wonderful, perfect, good boy…” 

“Ah—!” Ethan gasped a strangled moan as cum shot from his tip and spattered his shirt. More pumped free as his cock began to deflate, leaving a small mess in his lap as the haze and dizziness of his arousal cleared. He breathed heavily for several seconds, staring out the front window of… His… Car… 

He’d really just let James get him off in a public parking lot, hadn’t he? 

He couldn’t have helped it, though! James had just… Driven him crazy there. His face still flushed red with embarrassment, though. 

James rubbed his shoulder. “Good boy…” he said again. 

Ethan laid in his seat for a moment, feeling relaxed and a little sleepy. “Well…” he said finally. “I was GOING to take us somewhere to have dinner next, but…” he looked down at himself, cum was visible on his shirt and VERY easily spotted on his black pants. “Not such a good idea now. Besides, I want to get you home so I can return the favor.” 

“Yay!” James beamed. “Let’s go!” 

“Heh, eager…” Ethan laughed.

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Written for the Omovember prompt "Peeing Lesson/Demonstration".

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It was a familiar scene for James. He was in a classroom, eyes glued to the slowly ticking clock above the door as he tried to will it to go faster. His legs were crossing, and if time didn’t magically speed up, there was a very large chance that he’d have an accident all over the floor. 

This was something James knew well. It was something he’d lived through daily for many, many years. 

Except, those years were SUPPOSED to have been long over now. He’d graduated ages ago, freed himself from the daily struggle of not wetting his pants in a room full of cruel teenagers that were sure to laugh at him. 

And yet, here James was again anyway, facing the exact same problem. 

To make matters worse, he wasn’t squirming urgently at a desk in one corner of the room, where he had a hope that his desperation would go unnoticed. Instead, he was at the front of the room, standing at the board. 

James’s sister, Heather was a middle school science teacher. Heather was also very sick today. So, when her usual substitute had said she couldn’t come in, she called James instead. “I know it’s short notice,” she’d said, struggling to speak through a throat full of phlegm. “But, the lesson plans for today are all right on my desk. Can Ethan manage without you today?” 

After Ethan had promised him that he’d be okay on his own for one day, James agreed to help his sister out. 

He regretted that now. 

The first class had gone okay, the kids were well behaved for the most part, though some DID try to mess with him a little bit. James had talked a lot, reciting everything from the lesson plan on photosynthesis which he’d been given for that class. He was surprised by how easily he was able to answer the questions too, he remembered more from his own middle school science classes than he’d expected. 

But, talking so much got James thirsty and he drank a lot out of his water bottle. By the end of the first class, he already had to pee. He’d initially assumed that toilet breaks would work about the same as they had when he’d been a student; That it was best to go in between classes. He was dismayed to learn that this wasn’t actually the case for teachers. 

As soon as his first class had left, students for his second class began to file in. James knew he wasn’t ever supposed to leave kids alone in the classroom, so the pee-break he’d been so certain he was about to have was abruptly cancelled. 

He started to worry a little then. So, apparently teachers didn’t go pee during passing-periods like students did… When DID they go pee, then? Lunch, maybe? That was five hours away… James had never waited a whole five hours before. His bladder ALWAYS burst before he got that far! They couldn’t be expecting him to hold it in for half a day like that, right? 

The bell for second period hadn’t rang yet, so James assumed it would be okay to text his sister. 

‘Heather, I need to pee. How do I do that?’ 

James tucked his phone back away as more of the kids filed in. He’d been feeling confident at the start of the first class, certain that he could manage a room full of teenagers just fine even if one of them DID choose to act up. He didn’t feel as confident now. Memories of his school days filled his brain at the same rate as the pee still filling his bladder. 

James hadn’t ever been particularly good at hiding the fact he needed to use the toilet. Sometimes, even if his desk was off to the side, or way in the back where he was harder to see, his classmates would be able to tell he had to go. He would just wriggle and bounce so much that it was impossible not to notice! 

And, of course, once it was picked up on, once the other kids sniffed blood in the water, zeroed in on a sign of weakness… The teasing would begin. Not the fun teasing James sometimes talked Ethan into subjecting him to, but really harsh, malicious teasing. Teasing designed to make James feel very ashamed of himself. Teasing designed to make James have a humiliating accident in front of everybody. 

Certain kids always liked to screw around with substitute teachers. Having a substitute teacher that obviously needed to pee really badly would give those types of kids all kinds of ammunition. 

James hoped Heather texted him back soon. Preferably before his ‘I sort of want to go pee soon’ transformed itself into an ‘I really, really need to go pee NOW!’ 

The bell rang with no response from his sister, so James began the class instead. This was another sixth grade class, so he’d be reciting the photosynthesis lecture again. That was good. He’d done it once, so the second time would probably be easier. 

“Hello,” he waved to the kids. “I am Mrs. Bowen’s brother. She isn’t feeling well today, so I will be filling in for her.” There was a sharp spasm inside his bladder as he finished the sentence, before his need died back down to a quiet tingling. He went to Heather’s desk, grabbed the papers left there for the sixth grade classes, just in case he forgot something important. 

As he recited everything and drew diagrams on the board, James felt a little better. One girl even said that he drew a lot better than Heather did and that his handwriting was clearer. His confidence started to return to him. Even if he’d never done this before, even if he was starting to need a bathroom quite a bit, he could still do a good job. 

But then, he started talking about the role water played in photosynthesis, and already his bladder was pinching away just at the mention of liquid. It got so much worse when a boy blurted out “Does it work with pee, too?” 

James froze and stopped drawing on the board. He… He’d been working really hard at not crossing his legs or jiggling around, even at the harsher stabs of need he’d been feeling! He’d thought he’d been doing a good job of hiding it! He’d thought— “Huh?” 

“Does pee work to water plants?” the boy repeated. 

Maybe he was just asking because he was literally curious. Maybe he hadn’t worked out that James had to go. Maybe he wasn’t trying to tease him, trying to force him to think about urinating when he still wasn’t able to go. “Um…” James bit down on his lip. Against his will, he recalled times where he’d relieved himself onto bushes or trees, sighing with relief as his stream darkened the bark. All those times, he’d sort of ASSUMED he was helping out the plants, since urine was mostly made of water, anyway. But, he’d never actually checked if that was true. 

“I’m not sure…” James admitted. “I think so? Pee is mostly water, but it’s got other stuff in it too. I guess too much of the other stuff could be bad for a plant, but… I don’t know. It’s probably fine to go on a plant if you really have to, just not over and over.” He looked back towards the boy. James suddenly had an intense urge to squeeze his thighs together and rock a little, but he was certain that would make his problem obvious. 

“Oh,” the boy said. “Mrs. Bowen never would have actually answered that.” 

James wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, because it meant he’d possibly taught the kid something new that he wouldn’t have known otherwise. Or, if it was a bad thing because he wasn’t SUPPOSED to be answering questions like that. 

He returned to the lesson plan, all the while listening out for a chime that would indicate his sister had replied to him. He really wanted her to respond soon. He understood she was sick, and probably asleep, but in the brief time that had passed since he sent that message, his need to go had worsened quite a bit. It was taking everything he had not to fidget around. He’d begun to pace a little in front of the board, hoping that it looked normal enough. Teachers paced around their classrooms all the time, didn’t they? James could remember that from when he’d been in school.

Maybe the reason they walked around so much was because they never had a chance to pee and always had to go… 

James tried to shake that thought from his brain. Teachers must have had SOME chances to pee throughout the day. They had to! Otherwise, James would burst today!

When that class ended, James was completely unable to ignore his bladder. If he’d gone into work with Ethan today, this would be the point where he’d stop his boyfriend between appointments and tell him that he needed a toilet break. If he’d gone into work with Ethan today, he knew Ethan would just nod and say “Oh, of course, James. You don’t need to ask me for permission! Go get yourself comfortable.” 

But, he HADN’T gone into work with Ethan today. And James was sure he DID need to ask… Somebody for permission to go. He just didn’t know WHO or how to get to them! 

Again, James couldn’t make use of the passing period to empty out his bladder. As soon as the second class was gone, the third started to show up. James tensed up his thighs, it was all he could do to help his bladder out without being too obvious about it. His phone dinged, and he eagerly retrieved it from his pocket. 

‘Pretty sure you just go to the toilet and relax for a few seconds. :P’ 

James frowned deeply at the message. Heather had liked to make jokes about his tiny bladder when they were growing up. She always giggled when James started begging for a stop on family road trips, usually less than two hours since he’d LAST begged for one. But, shouldn’t she be too SICK to tease him right now? 

‘I’m serious. I need to go. How do I take a break?’ 

‘You can call the front office and ask for someone to watch your class for a couple minutes. Then you’re not supposed to use the student bathrooms, so you’ll have to go down to the office to get the spare key for the teacher’s lounge. (Sorry, I took mine home yesterday.)’ 

James sighed. That was a lot of work just to be able to pee! But, James REALLY wanted to be able to pee soon! As the students continued filing in, he went back to Heather’s desk. A phone was resting there, and luckily there was a post-it note tacked to it that listed the number of the front office. He dialed it and waited for someone to pick up. When a woman did, he said “Hello, I’m subbing for Mrs. Bowen today, and I need to…” he tapped a hand against his thigh. Normally, he wasn’t shy at all about saying he had to urinate, but he didn’t want the students to hear it. “I need to… To step out for a couple minutes. Um, can someone come watch my class really fast?” 

“Sorry, no one’s available for that at the moment,” the woman on the other end said. 

“Oh,” James tried not to let his disappointment become audible in his voice. “Uh… Do you know when someone will be?” 

“Afraid not, you can call back later if you like,” she said. 

“Okay…” James said. He set the phone back down and tried not to panic. He HATED being in situations like this, where he needed to go and didn’t even have a reasonable estimate for when he’d next be at a toilet. If he knew he’d be able to pee at the end of THIS period, then he’d think he’d be alright. But, what if that came and went and he STILL had to hold it? What if he had to hold it through the next class, too? What if he had to hold all the way to lunch? 

What if he couldn’t go during lunch, either? 

He’d pop. His bladder was sending him very worrisome signals right now, forcing him to walk on very stiff legs back to the front of the class. He introduced himself again, quite a bit more quickly than he’d been doing before. Whenever James had to pee, he always had this urge to rush through everything even if he knew it wouldn’t actually get him to a bathroom any faster. Just, there were so many things inside his body screaming ‘Hurry, hurry! Hurry up, please!’ that he couldn’t help but speed through all of his tasks. 

This was the seventh grade class, so instead of photosynthesis, they were covering… 

Oh, come on!

They were covering the urinary system. A topic James knew a lot about, sure… But, it was a topic he knew a little TOO MUCH about right now! “Um… Okay, so we will be talking about… About the urinary system today,” he said, trying not to sound too anxious. He couldn’t help it, though. Ohh, this was the last thing he wanted to have to discuss right now… The plant stuff had been able to sort of DISTRACT him from peeing, this wouldn’t do that at all! 

He shakily grabbed a marker and started to draw a diagram. He didn’t need to look at the one in Heather’s lesson plan to copy off of it, he already knew the name and placement of each part. He jiggled on his feet as he drew the urethral sphincters, his own begging to be allowed to relax. “Ah— Okay, so… um, here are the kidneys, they… Uh, they keep your blood clean by filtering out all the stuff you don’t need and… Um… Producing urine…” 

James tightened his thighs as he turned back around. His kidneys were a bit too good at filtering his blood, he thought. They needed to slow down! He pointed to some lines he’d drawn below the kidneys. “Th—Those are called ureters, they move the urine from the kidneys and into the… the bladder. The bladder stores all the urine until you can…” he cringed and turned back around so he was facing away from the class. He wanted to hold himself. He needed to hold himself. His pee was sloshing so hard inside his bladder, every short inhale of air made it spasm… 

He plunged a hand into his pocket, and it strained towards his groin, trying to get a decent grip that would go unnoticed when he made himself turn away from the board again. He took a deep breath— One that only succeeded in pulling his taut skin harshly against his straining bladder— and looked back at the class. “Th—The bladder has to try and hold all the urine inside of it until— Until you can finally— Until you can finally go to the restroom.” His hand was barely making contact with his crotch, hardly doing ANYTHING to help his poor bladder out… 

He bounced on his feet. Once. Twice. Three times. After he’d started jiggling, he just couldn’t stop! He needed to move, needed to do something to keep it in, to make it feel less like he was gonna burst! Sweat was rolling down his back, and he failed to notice the kids were staring at him until one of them decided to speak, without raising her hand first. 

“Mister… Uh, it looks like YOUR bladder can’t hold all the urine inside of it…” 

The class erupted into giggles and snickers. 

James was transported back to his OWN middle school days, sitting miserably at his desk, fanning his knees in and out as his feet tapped anxiously against the ground. A boy who loved to pick on him suddenly shouting out, “James’s gonna pee his pants again!” Everyone laughing… James whimpering and asking the teacher for a hall pass again. Finally having his request granted, but losing a few spurts of urine between his desk and the toilet… 

James’s face heated up. Both from the memories, and the knowledge that no hall pass was coming his way this time. He had to hold it. He had no choice. Not unless he wanted to be known as the grown man who wet himself in front of a room full of kids while trying to teach them how bladders worked. 

James forced a laugh. “Eheh… Uhhhh…” he wracked his brain, trying to think of a way to make this less humiliating. “Um… G—Good catch!” he said finally. “I… Uh… To make this lesson more interesting, I decided to act it out! Pr—Pretend that I really, really need to go! I—Is it convincing?” 

Oh, God… What was he doing?!

“Oh,” the girl who’d spoken out of turn said. “Heh, you’re a good actor. I really thought we were gonna get to see a teacher pee himself today.” 

“Th—Thank you!” James said. “But, I will not take the lesson THAT far, don’t worry!” He hoped that he could keep that promise. The merciless pinching inside his abdomen warned him that he may not be able to. 

The rest of that class went better. Since the students were convinced that James was only PRETENDING he needed the toilet, he let himself squirm and cross his legs as he spoke. He didn’t try to stop his tone from wavering, or his voice from hitching each time his bladder flared and pulsed. He let himself pace around and wriggle his hips as much as he needed to. The kids were laughing, but they were laughing WITH him, believing he was in on the joke and not ACTUALLY experiencing a major emergency. 

But, when that class let out, and the next started to arrive, James was darting STRAIGHT to the phone to call the front office again. “H—Hello, I’m… I’m the guy filling in for Mrs. Bowen again,” he said, shifting from foot to foot as he held the phone in his sweaty hand. “I… Uh… I still REALLY need to leave for a couple minutes. Um, really bad? Could someone come and—“ 

“No one is available,” the woman on the other end cut him off. 

“Y—You’re there…” James pointed out. “Can’t you do it?” 

“No, I’ve got to stay here in case the phone rings.” 

“B—But, I…” James lowered his tone to a whisper, mindful of the students nearby. “I need to use the restroom. A lot.” 

“I’m sure you can hold it.” 

If there was one thing James hated when he was in these kinds of situations, it was being told by someone else that he could ‘hold it’. How could another person claim to know his body, its limitations, and what was going on inside of it better than he did? James knew that his bladder had very little room left right now, James could feel how close to overflowing it was, James could feel all the painful surges and needy pinches that rippled through it. “I— I can’t,” he said, even more softly. “I need to go really, really, really bad.” 

“As soon as someone is available, you’ll be free to go,” the woman said, not sounding as if she cared at all. 

Another class. 

Another seventh grade class. 

He was going to have to spend one more hour explaining the urinary system to a bunch of kids while his own felt like it was about to tear him limb from limb if he didn’t get to a toilet soon. 

This class and the one after it were the last two before lunch. Two hours to go, and he didn’t even know if he’d be able to pee during lunch, either. 

Cold sweat went down his back. He didn’t think he could do this. He couldn’t do it. It was too much. He’d explode. He took out his phone, fired off two panicked text messages. 

‘Heather, 

The front office says no one is available, and I NEED to go NOW. What do I do?’ 

and 

‘Ethan, 

Sorry I haven’t texted you yet today. I think I’m an okay teacher. Except, I haven’t had a bathroom break at all today and I need one super badly and I don’t know what to do.’

James put his phone back away. He was glad he hadn’t erased the drawing he’d done of the urinary system during the last class. He didn’t think he’d be able to bring himself to do it again. He had to redo a couple of the labels, and his hand shook so badly that the words were nearly illegible. “O—Okay!” he said, voice cracking hard as he introduced himself. “S—So today, we are g—going over the urinary sys—system…” 

He explained the kidneys and the ureters. “A—And the bladder is… Ohh, it’s—“ Without noticing, he started to double over, knees jiggling frantically. “It’s where the pee gets stored, until… Until you can…” A squirt of pee soaked into his boxers and he froze. The first thing he noticed was the warmth blooming between his legs. Then, he realized how coiled up on himself he was, how obvious his desperation was becoming. Then, he remembered the audience. “Ah—“ He nervously straightened himself out, and tried to stop fidgeting. He couldn’t though. He couldn’t stop bouncing if his life depended on it. 

The kids were all snickering, the nature of his problem was blatantly clear. “Haha,” one girl giggled out. “Your kidneys must have worked extra hard today!” 

Could he… Do a repeat of the LAST class? Pretend he was playing around just so he could keep their attention better? “I… Um… Th—They have,” he admitted. “A little too hard, I think…” he tried to smile. “D—Don’t I look silly? Th—This is— Ah— Part of the process of the urinary system. S—See, um, your bladder stores all of the urine until you can… Until you can go to the toilet. And I CAN’T go to the toilet right now, because I have to stay here and teach you guys.” 

A lot of the kids laughed, and James blushed. This was his own middle school experience all over again! 

“S—So, the bladder… It expands as it gets full. And when it’s full— like mine is right now— the nerve endings send… A lot of really, really loud messages to the brain telling you that you have to go. Th—There are two sphincter muscles, and these keep th—the urine from coming out before you’re ready by closing super tightly around the opening of the bladder.” James could barely speak, his voice wavered all over the place, and his jaw kept spasming in time with the pulses in his abdomen. 

“I don’t think yours are doing such a good job!” someone commented. 

“Ahh—“ James winced, bobbed in place. Why hadn’t Heather or Ethan texted him back yet!? He needed help! He was so embarrassed, so stressed… “Th—That’s… Um. That’s true. When the bladder gets really full, it can be harder for those sphincters to work, because they have all this extra pressure on them. When— When you are… Finally, finally able to go, the walls of the bladder contract and the sphincters relax, so th— the pee flows out through the urethra and— And then you feel a lot better, b—because you don’t h—have to hold it anymore. And— And that’s how it all works,” James said finally. “An—Any questions?” He was supposed to ask that, but he didn’t want to. He knew what was going to happen. A room full of kids, a very vulnerable substitute teacher… 

“Yeah, how bad do you wanna do that right now?” a boy blurted out. 

“Q—Questions not about me?” James tried. Against his will, his legs crossed. He flashed back to a horrid day in eighth grade where everyone was supposed to present a history project they’d done in front of the class. James had needed to go so bad, and asked for a hall pass first. But his teacher told him ‘You can go after you present.’ So, James had tried. He’d done his best to explain the French Revolution while on the verge of soaking his pants at the front of the room. He started to leak while describing the economic inequality taking place in France, and by the time he’d finished he was dribbling nonstop and knew that he had a wet spot on his pants. 

Everyone had been able to tell clear as day how desperate he was, too. And his classmates kept him there after he finished by asking him a bunch of questions that he HAD to answer in order to get a good grade. One of the guys who liked to pick on him kept asking him how to say ‘yes’ in French over and over, which annoyed James both because of the effect it had on his bladder, AND because that was a really old joke which hadn’t been THAT funny even when it was new. 

Now, he was going to have to do something similar all over again, and this time it was going to be EXTRA easy for the kids to ask him questions that forced him to think about urinating. 

“Oh, okay,” the boy replied. “So, what happens if your bladder gets super full and you can’t use the toilet?” 

“Y—You get very, very uncomfortable,” James said. “Th—The nerve endings in the bladder get more… insistent. Send signals to your brain more frequently.” 

“And if you keep having to ignore them? What happens if the sphincters can’t stay tight anymore?” 

“I— I’m sure you already know…” James whimpered. He was trying so hard to make sure that his sphincters DID stay tight! But, he could practically FEEL them weakening as more and more pee slammed against them. 

“I don’t,” the boy said. “Tell me.” 

“Y—Your bladder… Um… It empties involuntarily…” James said quietly. And, at those words, his own bladder emptied a long involuntary spurt into his boxers. His first real bad leak of the day. He froze at the feeling of the warmth pulsing out of him, and palmed his crotch for a second. He YEARNED to dig his hands against himself as firmly as he could, but a brief little squeeze was all he allowed himself to do. 

“Is yours gonna do that?” 

James’s face was on fire. Middle school was Hell. He was lucky to have escaped it with his life the first time. He should have never agreed to come back here. Ever. Why did Heather choose this career? Who in their right mind would voluntarily enter a middle school? “Don’t ask questions about me, please. Stay focused on the topic.” 

“The topic’s about to be a puddle on the floor…” a different boy snickered. 

James tried to steady himself. He didn’t want to get angry at them, but he was growing very frustrated. He was trying so hard to be a good teacher, all while holding gallons of piss. They didn’t have to be so mean about it… “I can hold it…” 

“You sure?” 

James WASN’T sure! He’d been holding it for so, so long. He was amazed that he was still keeping it in, and felt like he was running on borrowed time. His bladder muscles were dying, growing weak and spasming out of control. He didn’t notice he was gripping himself until he heard even more laughter and “Look, he’s pinching it… Like a little kid!” 

James looked down, and saw that his hands were between his legs now. He tried to move them, but a quick jet of pee made him put them right back. 

“Totally gonna pee his pants, this is amazing…” 

What was amazing about it? What had James done to deserve wetting his pants in front of a room filled with people? 

“Serves the teachers right for never letting us go during class.” 

James would let someone go pee during class, if they asked. He knew how bad it was to be stuck in class and barely able to focus on anything other than an overflowing bladder. If a student came to him and asked to go, he’d NEVER make them hold it. He started to tear up. 

“Holy— He’s actually crying.” 

Even more laughter. 

Finally, finally the bell rang. 

James managed to take one hand out from between his legs to wipe away his tears as the kids departed. Immediately, he was rushing for the phone. When the woman in the front office picked up, he blurted “I NEED someone to cover me for a few minutes. NOW.” 

“I’m sorry,” the woman sighed, making it abundantly clear that she WASN’T sorry at all. “No one is available for—“ 

James lowered his voice, “I am about to wet myself. Please. I’ve been holding it all morning. I can’t wait anymore. I need to go.” 

“Stop dramatizing. You can hold it,” the woman said yet again. 

“I can’t, okay? I really can’t.” 

“I’m sure you can,” she told him. 

And that was that. 

One more class until lunch. One more class until he could— he hoped to God— finally pee. 

He didn’t think he could make it. 

He really, really didn’t think he could make it. 

James’s phone buzzed and he scrambled for it. Ethan had finally responded to him. 

‘James, 

I apologize for taking so long. I was with a patient. If you still haven’t had a chance to relieve yourself, there is something that might help. I can’t get you to a toilet from here, but I think there’s a way you can kind of… trick your brain into thinking it’s not so impossible to wait. And that should make it easier for you. 

Pretend that you are CHOOSING to hold it. 

Forget that you haven’t got a way to pee and that you NEED to keep holding it. Pretend that you’re at home, that you’re waiting because you WANT to, and that you can stop to go at any time— You just don’t WANT to yet.

That’s what I’ve been doing today, and it’s been helping ;)’ 

James blushed at the last line. He hadn’t thought about this when agreeing to fill in for his sister, but without him handling phone calls and other things for Ethan, Ethan was probably really struggling to find time for a toilet break today too. 

‘Aw, poor Ethan…’ James imagined his partner wriggling impatiently in his chair, trying to find a few seconds where he could pause and relieve his bladder. Then, he imagined his partner wriggling impatiently in his chair, convincing himself that he was only holding it because he WANTED to, and that really everything was perfectly fine. 

James could do that. 

He could pretend that he was CHOOSING to hold it for one more hour. 

Once more, he was met with a class of seventh graders. Once more, he would have to describe the urinary system and how the bladder functioned while his own screamed and cried for a moment of relief. But, this time, he told himself over and over that he actually COULD leave and go pee whenever he decided to, he just didn’t WANT to go yet. 

“W—We will be talking about the uri—urinary system today,” James began. Remembering how bad the teasing had made him feel during the last class, he decided to get ahead of it. “And, yes, I’m sure you can tell that my OWN urinary system is making me feel VERY uncomfortable right now. If you all stay quiet and listen to me, you can learn more about why.” 

There were some snickers, but now James was reasonably sure the kids were laughing WITH him again, instead of AT him. 

James felt more confident as he spoke, his bladder still caused him to stutter and stumble, but that was okay. He really had to pee, of course he wasn’t able to talk normally right now. He’d pee in a few minutes, maybe. If he felt like it. For now, he could hold it. 

His bladder kept thrashing around within him, fiery pulses of need continued to flare throughout it, but he kept repeating ‘You can go whenever you wanna. You just don’t want to,’ over and over in his head. The more he chanted this mental-mantra, the easier it got to hold back his leaks. He had a few more spurts before the class was over, spurts that prompted him to snap his knees together and bend over a little, but he got them back under control each and every time. 

“A—And, as the bladder fills and expands,” James said. “The signals it sends to your brain become more frequent— Ah!— L—Like me, I’m getting those signals non-stop right now. My bladder is saying ‘You need to use the restroom right now! I’m really, really full!’ But, since there’s no toilet here and I can’t listen to it yet, the sphincters that control my bladder are n—needing to work extra hard!” 

“Does dancing around like that actually help?” a girl asked. 

James blushed a little. That question had sounded a bit like a tease. He tried not to let it bother him too much. “I—It feels like it does,” James said. “B—Because when you squirm and tense up, those sphincter muscles contract even more than they do n—normally, so that makes it FEEL less urgent. B—But, the bladder st—still has a…. Limit, and when it gets TOO full it won’t matter how much your legs are crossing.” 

“Is yours almost that full?” the girl wondered. 

“N—Not yet…” James said. “But, not so many questions about me, okay?” He turned back around. “N—Now,” he said. “Th—This is the part I really WISH I could be doing right now… When you get to the toilet and your brain tells your bladder that it’s— That it’s finally okay to empty, the walls of your bladder contract, and your sphincters can finally… Relax for a second… And— And the pee flows out through your urethra, and— Nnnh, it feels… You just feel so much better…” 

A longer jet of pee wetted the front of his boxers and, since he was still facing away from everyone, he allowed both his hands to firmly grasp his dick. Still, drops were seeping out of him at an alarming rate. “Ah…Nnnnhhh….” he whimpered, struggling to stop his leaking. 

‘You can pee whenever you want, you can pee whenever you want,’ James repeated to himself. ‘You just feel like holding it for now, but you can go as soon as you decide to…’ After a few seconds of this, he was able to release his crotch and turn back around. “S—So, that’s h—how it works…” he said. “W—We have five minute left— Which my urinary system is VERY thankful about!— Are there any questions?” 

A boy raised his hand. “What happens if you hold it too long?” 

James winced. He was certain this was MORE teasing. “Y—Your bladder will involuntarily r—release…” he forced a smile. “You know, th—that thing I’m trying real hard not to have happen right now.” ‘They are GOING to laugh. Make sure it’s WITH you, not AT you,’ he pleaded with himself as he fought down his embarrassment alongside the waves of pee billowing up inside of him. 

“But…” the boy hesitated. “What if… Let’s say you hold it too long because… Um…” 

James was confused now. He’d been certain the boy was asking these things in order to make him feel even more self-conscious about his blatant desperation, but now the boy seemed to be the more nervous and embarrassed one. And James noticed that he was squirming an awful lot, too. How long had that kid been so fidgety? 

“You hold it too long because you can’t… Get it to come out,” the boy said. “Like, let’s say you get nervous in public bathrooms and stuff, and… Like—“ 

“Oh,” James said. “Oh, okay. Yeah. I know what you’re talking about. My boyfriend’s a therapist, I saw that in one of his books. S—So, you are ask—asking what would happen if your bladder gets too full, but CAN’T empty itself?” 

“W—Well not MY bladder,” the boy stammered. “I mean… My cousin’s. Who lives in Canada.” 

“Oh,” James tried to remember the things he’d read in Ethan’s book. The section on shy bladder had mentioned that it could get dangerous… “S—So, you are describing shy-bladder syndrome, and… Uh—Um, th—that can b—be a problem,” James said. “Since, the reason you would h—have an accident is b—because your body is trying to keep itself safe, the bladder can get d—damaged if it holds too much. Your cousin could get an infection, or have urinary retention, or inj—injure himself… In my boyfriend’s book, it said s—sometimes people with that condition have to get cath—catheterized, but that’s only in really extreme cases…” 

The boy looked very worried, and James saw him anxiously glance at the clock on the wall. “So, I— I mean my cousin could get really sick from holding it too long?” 

“Y—Yeah,” James said. “Oh, but the book— It said there’s lots of ways to deal with it. Like, your cousin could try and find restrooms he feels more comfortable in and remember where they are for when he goes out. Or, if there’s someone he trusts a lot, then that person could be near him while he goes to help him relax.” 

The boy didn’t say anything else. And he kept looking at the clock, squirming. 

James looked at the clock too, so close… So, so— 

RING! 

The bell finally sounded! It was lunchtime! James could pee very, very soon! He anxiously bounced as he watched the students leave the room. The boy whom had asked him all those questions was the last to exit, doing so slowly and on wobbly legs. 

James’s legs were just as wobbly as he made his way to the door. He shut it, and locked it just like Heather had told him he was supposed to. ‘I can’t hold it,’ his brain screamed. ‘I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it!’ He knew where the front office was, he’d seen it when he’d arrived that morning. It wasn’t far, but his bladder didn’t like walking! Each step made it bounce and slam itself around inside him. When he passed by a set of restrooms meant for the students— Which he’d been specifically told that he wasn’t allowed to use— he had to try very hard not to run in there anyway to unload his ridiculously heavy burden. Even when he gave in and started to clutch at himself once more, he couldn’t stop three new leaks from pulsing forth before he’d made it to the office. 

He stumbled in, fully aware of how ridiculous he must have looked; doubling over, hands buried between trembling legs. He could feel the way sweat was pouring off of him, and from the heat in his cheeks he knew he was probably bright pink, too. He saw the woman behind the desk, doubtless the same one that had been denying him his toilet break all day. “Ex—Excuse me…” he needed to FORCE the words out, his bladder hurt so bad he could hardly breathe. “I n—need the k—key to the teacher’s lounge s—so I can use the restroom, please?” 

The woman rolled her eyes at James, as though simply grabbing the key for him was a major inconvenience that was messing up her schedule. She took her time pulling it from one of the drawers in her desk, or at least it sure seemed that way to James. Then again, he had to go so urgently that everything seemed to be happening in slow-motion right now. 

Finally, she handed it to him, and James was about to take off when he realized he didn’t actually KNOW where the teacher’s lounge was. “Wh—Where is it…?” 

“Three doors down,” the woman stated. 

James rushed from the office, his leaks seeming to grow more frequent the closer he came to relief. He flung open the door to the teacher’s lounge, finding it empty for the moment. Apparently he was the first one here, or the actual teachers ate lunch somewhere else. He quickly made his way to the other side of the room, reaching the door that he hoped would grant him his much needed relief. He hurriedly opened it, and nearly lost it completely when he finally saw a toilet. He managed to restrain himself to slow, constant dribbling as he locked the door and started to yank down his pants— The amount of pressure he was under warned him that standing might not be such a great idea this time. 

He was pissing full force before he’d managed to sit himself down all the way, he knew some of his pee had spattered the seat, but he couldn’t care about that because suddenly all he knew anymore was that he was GOING and that it felt amazing. He panted and gasped, releasing choppy moans as he tried to catch his breath. 

His phone chimed, and he dazedly took it from his pocket to find a text from Heather. 

‘James, 

Sorry for not replying, I fell back asleep. I’m sorry no one there is helping you out. Were you able to go yet?’ 

James responded; 

‘Yeah. I’m going right now.’ 

Immediately, his phone dinged again; 

‘Don’t text me while you’re peeing! Pay attention! You’re gonna make a mess!’ 

‘No, it’s fine. I’m sitting down, I don’t gotta aim.’ 

‘Well, it’s still gross!’ 

James laughed slightly, then his phone dinged one more time. This time, Ethan was the one checking up on him. 

‘James, are you alright? I just saw the time, and I know this is a lot longer than you’re usually okay waiting. If you’ve had an accident, that’s fine, I’ll make you all your favorite foods tonight and we can watch your favorite movies, and I’ll cuddle you until you forget all about it. I promise.’ 

James smiled, shivering as another wave of relief hit him. He looked at the clock on his phone. It had been five hours since his last pee. Five hours! His longest hold yet! He felt proud as he texted Ethan back. 

‘I’m fine. I made it. I’m going now and I feel all better.’ 

‘Silly James… Don’t text and pee at the same time, it will get messy!’ 

‘It’s alright, I sat down. I had to go so bad that I knew my legs would do that wobbly thingy again and I’d have a hard time standing.’ 

‘Oh. Well, then I bet you look super cute right now :)’ 

James’s waterfall abruptly stopped a few seconds later. He pushed, trying to make sure he’d really gotten the last of it out of him. He was empty… Wow, he didn’t think he’d ever peed so hard, or for so long, in his life. That was way over a minute of gushing, and so loud that if anyone was on the other side of the door, they probably thought the sink faucet was busted! 

James stood and pulled up his pants. After washing his hands, he sent one more message to Ethan; 

‘Have you gotten to go yet?’ 

The response was fast; 

‘Yeah, just finished a few minutes ago. That was CLOSE.’ 

James blushed. He was going to ask Ethan for more details, but he really didn’t want to have… certain reactions to those details right now. Ethan could tell him all about it this evening. 

James exited the restroom and left the teacher’s lounge. He started to walk down the hallway and back to the classroom. On his way there, he passed the student restrooms again and something made him stop. The door opened, and the boy from James’s last class stumbled out with a deeply pained look on his face, and his body partially doubled over. The boy squeezed his eyes shut as he crossed his legs, jiggling up and down. 

James had been about ninety-nine percent sure that those questions this kid had been asking weren’t to do with a ‘cousin’ at all, but this had confirmed that. Poor guy, it must have been really awful to go into a bathroom to pee and have to leave it still feeling desperate! “Are you okay?” James asked gently. 

The boy’s eyes flew open and he looked up. James watched while he painstakingly attempted to straighten himself out, and failed miserably. “N—No,” the boy admitted. “I— How bad does a catheter hurt?” 

James flinched. He’d never had one put in, so he didn’t know. He had seen diagrams though, and they certainly didn’t LOOK very pleasant. 

“I— I don’t know what to do,” the boy said tearfully. “I tried going to the nurse so my Mom would have to pick me up, but I don’t have a fever so he won’t call her. And— And he says there’s nothing wrong with me, but— There IS.” 

James frowned. Even if this boy didn’t have a fever, it should have been obvious to the school’s nurse that SOMETHING was causing him a lot of trouble. 

“He told me to just go pee, and I tried to do it in his office, but he was right there by the door. I couldn’t…” The boy ran a hand through his hair, agitated. “Ugh— I’m such an idiot!” 

“You’re not,” James said. “You just have to use the restroom. That’s all.” 

“But, I can’t go at school,” the boy said. “Or ANYWHERE out in public, and I’m usually so careful! I pee before school every day, and I always have to go real bad by the time I get home, but I can MANAGE that. But, I forgot to pee before leaving the house today, and I can’t— It really, really hurts, and I still can’t go.” 

James wasn’t sure what to do. He felt awful for this kid; He’d missed his morning pee and now it was lunch time. “When did you last… Um…” 

“Yesterday, at like, eight in the evening…” the boy replied tearfully. 

Oh. He’d held it SO long already, and school didn’t let out for another several hours— Not even factoring in how long it would take this kid to get back to his house. James wished he knew some way to help. This boy really COULD hurt himself, have some of those bad things Ethan’s psychology book had mentioned happen to him. 

Ethan… 

James knew he wasn’t a therapist, but he didn’t think he needed to be licensed to help with just this ONE thing, right? It was an emergency, after all. All James had to do was pretend he was Ethan for a few minutes, and maybe he’d come up with an answer. 

First thing Ethan said he always did was stress to a patient that he was a safe person to talk to, that he could be trusted, and that everything he heard would stay a secret. “I want to help, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” James said. “Can you tell me what makes you nervous about using public bathrooms? I promise, I won’t say it to anyone else.” 

“I— It’s dumb, but… Someone hearing. Knowing that I’m… You know. Or seeing me. I’ve never been able to use urinals. And the gaps in the stalls are too big, they’re like windows. I… Can’t.” 

James nodded. He understood the desire for privacy, but he was surprised that this desire could make someone’s bladder refuse to empty itself when it was so obviously full. “Okay,” he said. “Um…” He still had the key to the teacher’s lounge… “What if you are in a bathroom that’s just for ONE person? And the door’s locked, and nobody is near it? Can you go then?” 

“Y—Yeah,” the boy said. “I would have been able to go in the nurse’s office if he’d just left for a couple minutes, but he wouldn’t.” 

“Alright,” James said. “I think I know how to help.” He probably WASN’T supposed to bring students into the teacher’s lounge, but this seemed like a good enough reason to break a rule. “There’s somewhere that I think you can pee. Come with me.” 

The boy looked skeptical, but followed James anyway. James slowed down his pace so that the kid to keep up. Poor guy was having so much trouble walking— Just as much trouble as James had been having earlier! 

Luckily, the teacher’s lounge was close. James unlocked it and stepped inside, relieved to see it was still empty. “Okay,” he said. “There is a bathroom in that corner. Nice and private, the door locks super tight, and I will wait all the way out in the hall while you go. I won’t hear you at all, I promise.” 

The boy rushed in. James closed the door to the teacher’s lounge… And locked it again, for good measure. He didn’t think the boy would notice, but figured he wouldn’t mind the extra security. No way would anyone walk in there before he was done peeing. 

James waited quietly in the hall. He really hoped that his idea was going to work. He didn’t like seeing anyone in pain… And, there was no way that kid could hold it the rest of the day, he’d get really, really hurt if his body forced him to do that. ‘If it doesn’t work, should I go find the nurse and tell him he HAS to call this guy’s Mom? Oh, that would probably embarrass him a lot… I hope I don’t have to do that!’ 

A few minutes later, James heard the doorknob being jiggled, then some knocking. James reached to unlock the door again, and the boy walked out— Obviously feeling WAY better. He was able to stand up all the way, and take normal steps rather than the tiny, panicked ones he’d been barely managing earlier. 

Still, James asked. “Did that help?” 

“Y—Yeah!” the boy said. “I— Thank you. I don’t think anybody else would have let me in there— I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.” 

James smiled, feeling proud of himself. And, he thought, if he’d been able to pee earlier in the day when he’d WANTED to, he WOULDN’T have been in the exact spot that boy needed him to be at the exact time he needed him there. That, to James, made all his embarrassment and painful desperation worth it.

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Written for the Omovember prompt "On Someone's Lap". 

As the prompt implies, this one does veer slightly more into watersports for a bit.

*** 

It was Saturday, and that meant Ethan and James had the entire day to themselves. The previous night, James had suggested that Ethan get desperate today, and Ethan had agreed. It had been a while since he’d last held his bladder for fun, and he couldn’t wait to see James blush at the sight of him squirming. Not to mention, all of the extra cuddling James was sure to give him as his bladder filled. 

That morning, Ethan woke up unusually desperate for his morning pee, however. He thought it over, and recalled the big glass of water he’d had before heading to sleep. His hips wriggled slightly as he groggily sat up, feeling his bladder slosh hard against his opening. 

Wow. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been quite this full immediately after waking. The restroom wasn’t far, and his bladder was nudging him in that direction, but… He didn’t really want to waste his urine, it would take him a while to fill up to this level again. 

James got up a few minutes later, his own hands fisting needfully against the crotch of his pajama pants. That was how James looked most mornings, his bladder demanded his immediate attention every day. He looked over at Ethan, noticing how wriggly his partner was. “You gotta go already?” 

“Woke up really needing to…” Ethan admitted. “Looks like you need it a lot more, though.” 

“I do,” James agreed. “Come on.” 

Ethan obediently followed James to the restroom, knowing already that the other had no intention of allowing him to use it. James lifted the seat and pulled down his pants, immediately letting go. “Ahhhhh…..” he moaned. “Great way to start the day!” 

Ethan’s legs crossed as he watched and listened to James’s stream gushing out. “I— I bet it is…” he said. 

“The first pee’s always real hard to hold!” James continued. “You didn’t go ALL night, so there’s so much in there that has to come out!” 

Ethan’s thighs twisted. “Y—Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s worse if you drank a bunch of water before bed…” 

“Heheh,” James giggled as he finished up and flushed the toilet. “Is that what you did?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Oh, how silly of you,” James mock-scolded. “You must have a TON in there, huh?” He poked a finger into Ethan’s lower stomach, laughing more as his partner bent forward slightly and winced. 

“Oooh,” Ethan gritted. “I… Um…” he looked at the toilet, then back to James whom had begun to wash his hands. “May I…?” 

James turned around. It had been a sweet beg, music to James’s ears, but they were nowhere near Ethan’s limit yet. James kissed his cheek. “You may not,” he said. “Hold all that in tight, okay?” 

“Okay…” Ethan agreed. 

The day progressed like most of Ethan’s holds did, James filled Ethan’s coffee mug up to the very top and made sure he drank every drop. “Want you to be good and hydrated for the day!” he said. Then, they sat on the couch and cuddled, Ethan occasionally mumbling to James that he really would like to go pee soon. 

The difference now was that, normally this early into a hold, Ethan’s pleas and squirms were mostly an act— A bit of teasing for James’s enjoyment. But, today, Ethan really was feeling pretty desperate already. It was taking a concentrated effort to keep his urine from flowing out of him, and his body was giving him no choice but to bounce and fidget. 

James was wrapped around him, though. Kissing him, snuggling him, telling him that it was nowhere near time to pee yet, and that he needed to hold it. So, Ethan held it. And when James squeezed himself against Ethan’s throbbing midsection, Ethan gritted his teeth and hissed “Ahhh, you’re making it worse!” 

James gave him one more kiss. “But you’re holding it,” he whispered. “You’re doing such a good job… Who’s a good boy?” 

Ethan blushed crimson at the words. He’d hold it all day if he got to hear more like it. “I—I am…” 

“Yes you are!” James agreed, running a hand through Ethan’s hair. “Such a good boy!” 

“I really gotta pee, though…” 

“I know you do,” James agreed, running a hand down Ethan’s body, it paused over the already taut ball of pressure in his midsection. His eyes widened when he felt it. He knew Ethan’s bladder could bulge out like that sometimes, but it was still awful early in the game for that to be happening. Still, he smiled and drummed his fingers over the swell. “What’s this?” 

Ethan wriggled, his eyes pinching closed and his teeth gnashing. James wasn’t jamming his fingertips into his bladder, wasn’t squeezing it, but just those gentle taps were enough to send it into convulsions. “Ah— Th—That’s… Ah— You KNOW what it is!” 

“I don’t think I do,” James grinned tauntingly. “Feels very firm…” he poked at it some more, making Ethan’s hips jerk as his head tipped back with a moan. “Oh, and it looks like you don’t like to have it touched…” 

“Th—That’s my bladder… I—Oooh, I need to go!” Ethan squealed, his hands flew between his legs and clasped there desperately. “May I now? Please?” 

James stopped prodding Ethan’s bladder, which he was grateful for. But, he then shook his head, which Ethan wasn’t grateful for at all. “No,” James told him. “No peeing yet. Maybe later, if I feel like it… For now, you look really sweaty. Poor thing, you’re dehydrated!” 

Ethan knew he was hydrated enough for the both of them. He shook his head. “N—Not thirsty…” 

“It’s important to get enough water,” James said. “Wait there, I’ll go get you some.” 

James retrieved Ethan a glass of water and handed it to him. Then, watched carefully as Ethan forced it all down his throat. Ethan’s eyes blew wide open as he swallowed the first gulp, as if the liquid had instantly nestled itself inside his bladder. He was shaking like mad by the time he’d finished the glass. 

“There’s a good boy!” James praised. “All better now!”

Ethan didn’t feel all better, but he felt pretty good hearing James call him that again. 

He could hold it. 

He held it all through the morning, growing more and more antsy all the while. By lunchtime, Ethan couldn’t sit still. His urge had gone past desperate, and into a full-blown NEED that was beyond his control. “J—James,” Ethan stammered, twisting and turning as he sat at the table. “I really, really, REALLY need to go right now. Please, could I—“ 

“Hmmm…” James tapped his chin in thought for several seconds, trying not to grin as Ethan’s frantic squirming increased in speed the longer he pretended to mull it over. “Nope,” he decided finally. “Finish your food— and the drink too— then we can talk more about it.” 

Ethan ate his sandwich as fast as he could, barely tasting it. He had to hope James would let him go after lunch, his bladder felt stretched out and achy. He was about to reach for his water, when a massive pang flared through him and his hands dropped to his lap. He clutched away at himself, chewing hard on his lip as he breathed heavily through his nose. 

James paused when he noticed Ethan having trouble breathing, “Um… Ethan, are you alright?” 

“F—Fine, James,” Ethan said, releasing one hand from his dick so he could grab his water. “Just really need the toilet, that’s all.” 

“If it’s hurting you,” James reminded. “Just say, and we’ll stop.” 

Ethan paused, gave himself a moment to consider. WAS it hurting him? His bladder was seriously searing, and he felt the heat and pressure all down the length of his cock. His urethra was continually tingling with electric, staticky pulses. He’d needed to unbutton his pajamas to keep them from digging too firmly against his swollen abdomen. He’d had a few leaks… 

But, none of it was exactly PAINFUlL. The achy feeling in his lower back that warned him he was holding in way too much urine hadn’t arrived yet. He had to go a lot, he was definitely very full, but it still only felt like he was desperate to urinate, not like he was in danger. 

“No, it’s not hurting,” Ethan assured. “At least, not in the bad way.” 

“Okay!” James smiled. “Good! Finish your water, then.” 

Ethan obeyed. He was fascinated by the effect which consuming liquid had upon his body. He knew that there was no way all that fluid could really go from his mouth to his bladder in a matter of seconds. Yet, the knowledge and awareness that he was pumping more water into a body that was already overflowing with it was enough to make him FEEL like it had gotten there already. With each sip from his glass, his bladder spasmed and felt closer to totally bursting than it had just seconds prior. 

He finally set the glass down. 

“Yay!” James said. “Good job!” 

Ethan smiled, but it was more like a grimace. “C—Could I go now?” 

“Nope, gotta give that water time to move through you!” James said. “That way, when you go you’ll get rid of ALL of it and won’t have to pee again.” 

Ethan saw flaws in James’s logic, but went along with it anyway. He was having fun. It was so nice to give up control sometimes. So nice to have James taking care of him. James would take him to pee at the exact moment he could stand it no longer, Ethan didn’t have to worry about handling it himself. 

They returned to the bedroom, and James flipped on the TV as they cuddled some more. Neither of them paid attention to the movie that was on, both were far more focused on Ethan’s bladder and the considerable effort it was taking for him to keep it shut. 

“Come here…” James said, pulling Ethan in closer, until Ethan was sitting in his lap. “You’re so…” he brushed some sweaty hair out of Ethan’s face for him. “You’re really bursting, aren’t you?” 

“I—I am…” Ethan agreed. He was rocking now, pressing himself against James’s body for support. “I need to go so much…” 

James drew their lips together for a long kiss. As he explored his partner’s mouth, he found even Ethan’s tongue was radiating with tension. He deepened the kiss when he heard Ethan start to mewl. 

Ethan broke them apart, “May I please—“ 

“Tell me how bad you need it,” James prodded, starting to rub Ethan’s back. 

“So much…” Ethan repeated. “Feels like there’s a melon pushing against my other organs… If I relax anything at all, I’m gonna go…” 

James kissed him again, “Hold it,” he breathed into Ethan’s mouth. “Be a good boy, and hold it for me, okay?” 

Ethan squirmed hard, his hand clutching away at himself. He could feel dampness around his crotch. He’d already lost a lot of pee throughout the day. “I… I haven’t been in so long, James…” 

James glanced over his shoulder, “About 1PM now,” he informed. 

“God, I haven’t pissed since 9 last night…” Ethan said. “Oooh, it’s gonna come out!”

“Make it stay in…” James said, giving him another kiss. “Be good, it needs to stay in.” 

“I have to let it out, though… Can’t keep it in forever.” 

“Soon,” James promised, rubbing Ethan’s back more and more. “You’ll pee soon, you’ll feel better…” 

Ethan leaned against James, resting his head against his chest and listening to his heart beat. James’s heart was pounding extremely quickly. Ethan could feel his own doing the same, but for different reasons. That last glass of water he’d consumed really seemed to be hitting him in that moment. His bladder felt like it was rolling around within him, crashing, twisting, turning, knotting up on itself. There was an odd sensation right at the base of his cock, an intense, warm pressure. 

“Good boy…” James continued to encourage as Ethan shakily rested on him. He kissed the top of Ethan’s head. “Hold it in now, such a great job… You’re just so good at holding it…” 

Ethan was twitching all over, he felt the pressure everywhere now. Felt like every part of his body was being filled to its limit. Felt like urine was clogging his sinuses, flowing through the veins in his arms and legs. His body was trying so hard to find room for all his water, but there was none left. “James…” he moaned against his partner’s chest. 

James paused once more. Ethan was awful shaky… “Can you keep going?” he asked. “No pain, right?” 

Ethan shook his head. It still wasn’t hurting him. He still just felt like he really needed a urinal. Ohhh, God, what he wouldn’t give to be at a urinal right now… Just the thought of unzipping his fly and relaxing for a few minutes was so beautiful… There was a pinching sensation at the tip of his cock, and he tightened his hand around it when he felt a single drop escape. 

“That’s good…” James said. “Just hold on… I promise you’ll be allowed to go soon, I promise…” 

Ethan let James’s words wash over him. They sounded so pleasant to him, so good… Ethan’s body kept flashing hot every time he heard James call him ‘good boy’, he grew more and more determined to hold it in. 

James gave another kiss to Ethan’s cheek. “Good boy… Very good boy…” he cooed softly. “Holding all that in even when he needs to let it out SO bad… Such a good, well behaved boy…” 

Ethan snuggled into James, he honestly wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, full bladder and all… 

“Such a—“ James’s voice broke off, and a squeak emitted from his mouth when he felt warmth rapidly spreading over his crotch. A small hissing noise filled the room, and even after focusing on this exact subject all day, James didn’t realize what was happening until Ethan’s head suddenly bolted up. 

“I—I’m sorry!” Ethan cried out. “I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry!! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” His bladder had BURST, very suddenly. One second, he was holding it at bay, the next it was spraying out everything it had and no amount of clenching would get it to stop. His boxers were already drenched, his white pajama pants were nearly translucent from all the liquid being dumped through them, and as more and more pee forcibly ejected itself from Ethan’s body, he tried as hard as he could to put the cork back into his bladder. But, it was no use. All his attempts to tighten his muscles back up only succeeded in making his piss spray out even faster, all over himself, all over the bed, all over… James… “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry!” 

For the first few seconds— the longest of Ethan’s life— James didn’t react. His face turned beet-red when he realized what was happening; Ethan was having an accident. A very, very REAL accident. From the nonstop stream of apologies that were pouring from his mouth as fast as pee was pouring from his bladder, it was blatantly clear how much he had not meant or WANTED for this to happen. 

This right now was a pure loss of bladder control. Ethan had gotten so full that his body genuinely couldn’t take it and had made the decision to let go FOR him. 

Ethan was still in his lap, apparently so stunned that he couldn’t move. ‘He’s going on you…’ James thought dimly. He felt the wet heat spraying against him, pooling warmly around his crotch as if HE was the one peeing his pants. But, he wasn’t… There was something of a vibrating feeling to the whole thing too, Ethan’s pee was hissing out so fast that it created a buzzing sensation over James’s crotch. ‘He really, really couldn’t hold this…’ James thought. ‘Ohhh, he’s still going, he was so full, he just lost it completely…’ 

Ethan’s constant apologizing suddenly stopped cold when he felt something VERY stiff beginning to press into him, and the thing was growing bigger the more he peed… His face, if possible, got even redder. 

James wasn’t upset by this turn of events, he was the farthest thing from being upset. 

“I—It’s fine…” James murmured. “Just… Let it out now… Poor thing, you had to go bad…” He resumed rubbing Ethan’s back. 

“I— But, I’m on—“ 

“Don’t move…” James said. “Unless you REALLY want to, but… Stay here, please?” 

Ethan didn’t move, he stayed right where he was, resting on top of his partner, voiding his bladder for the first time in what felt like ages. He released a way overdue moan of relief, “Ahhhhh…”

“Th—That feel good, Ethan?” James asked breathlessly. “All better, right? Just let it out… There’s a good boy…” 

“B—Better…” Ethan agreed. “Th—Thank you…” He shivered hard as his stream finally ceased. “…Done now…” he informed a few seconds later. 

They both just stayed there for a moment. James was in a complete daze, utterly blissed out as he stared at Ethan. That had felt… God, that had felt incredible… Ethan had broken his limit. He’d had a full and complete loss of control, and pissed like crazy for over two minutes, all… All over him… He was covered in Ethan’s piss. 

He… Should have been upset about that, surely? Or, if not upset, just… Grossed out, right? In all the time he’d spent fantasizing about pee, the idea of being urinated ON had never crossed his mind as something he’d like, but today… 

Today had been fantastic. Maybe it was just the fact that he KNEW Ethan had lost control of himself for real today, that he had NOT wanted to pee right then and simply hadn’t been able to stop himself. Maybe THAT was why today’s events had managed to be the single hottest thing James had ever experienced in his entire life. 

But, having the warm liquid spraying onto him had felt really good, too. Especially having it hit and drench his most sensitive parts like that… 

Oh, James didn’t know what exactly had made this so enjoyable, but either way he’d LOVED this and wanted to do it AGAIN. 

“I’m… Sorry…” Ethan stated once more. “I really, REALLY did NOT mean to do that on you.” 

“It’s okay…” James assured once more. “I… That felt… Really good…” 

“It…” Ethan trailed off. He’d assumed James had enjoyed that, judging by the stiff cock he’d felt poking into him, but he hadn’t expected James to admit to that right away. Ethan looked down, finding James was still hard as a rock. “You liked that, huh?” 

“I dunno why, I liked how it felt when it was landing on me, and I liked how I knew it was a REAL accident and you’d actually just… BURST and couldn’t hold it,” James rambled. 

“I REALLY couldn’t…” Ethan agreed. 

“Is it okay that I liked it?” James asked. 

“Yeah, of course that’s okay,” Ethan said. “I’d prefer THAT over you getting mad about it!” 

“Can we do it again?” James asked. 

Ethan laughed, “Um… Yeah, I guess I could go on you again sometime. But let’s clean up all this first. And NEXT time, let’s do that in the shower instead.”

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Written for the Omovember prompt “Peeing From A High-Up Place”. 

The patient Ethan is thinking about in this chapter is Emmett, who shows up in one of my other fics “Germaphobia.”

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Miles was Ethan’s oldest friend— And childhood crush, too; the first in a long line of unobtainable straight men Ethan had found himself pining over before he’d met James. Even if Miles had been unable to return Ethan’s feelings for him, they’d remained close friends all their lives and met together monthly, usually James accompanied them. 

James was aware his boyfriend had once harbored romantic feelings for Miles, but he didn’t feel threatened by the other man in any way. Even if Miles hadn’t been straight, the way Ethan looked at James was so different from how he looked at Miles. It was clear whom he was in love with now. 

It was still sort of awkward to think about how Ethan probably used to fantasize about Miles from time to time. Last month, when they’d all gone to a waterpark together, James had seen Miles without a shirt and could admit that he DID understand what Ethan had seen in the guy, though. 

This month, they were going to a carnival. James was super excited, he loved all the rides and the food. Ethan was less enthusiastic “I don’t think I really TRUST the rides at these things,” Ethan told him as they waited outside their home for Miles. 

“‘Trust’ them?” James repeated. “What’s that mean? You think they’re gonna try and pick-pocket you?” 

Ethan laughed, “Ha, no… But, think about it; They’re carted around all over the country, disassembled and reassembled lots of times. Probably not super sturdy or well put together.” 

“But, fearing for your life is half the fun,” James said. “Remember, like when I took you zip-lining! You were SO scared, but afterwards you said it was fun.” 

“Y—Yeah,” Ethan said, recalling that trip. “I still think you only suggested that because you knew it would make me cling onto you as tight as humanly possible.” 

“Heh, maybe,” James said. “I should take you on a real tall ride today!” 

“You shouldn’t,” Ethan said. “I’ll probably pee my pants.” 

“Even better!” 

Ethan blushed, looking away. “Eheh, ummm… When Miles picks us up, make sure you don’t say anything… Related to… That.” 

“Of course,” James said. That was a new thing; James’s mouth tended to work a lot faster than his brain. And, since he was now so comfortable casually bringing up the kinkier aspects of their relationship to Ethan, he occasionally blurted out something when they were with another person. 

Last month, when they’d gone to the waterpark and James had watched Ethan guzzle a very large slushy, he’d started to poke his belly a bit and tease him. “Uh oh, I hope we don’t have to wait in a long line beside one of those noisy water slides…” 

The comment may have been seen as typical ribbing, but the way James had stroked over Ethan’s bladder region had made Miles raise a brow. James realized that it probably looked and sounded strange, and quickly started to tickle Ethan instead, deciding THAT probably seemed a bit more normal. 

Another issue that had arisen as they’d explored their kink together, was that Ethan was suddenly having a more difficult time telling someone who WASN’T James that he needed to go. The new way his mind viewed urination caused him to feel awkward discussing it with anyone whom he wasn’t intimate with. 

Which had led to him getting slightly desperate a few times while on one of these trips with Miles— The easiest thing for him to do was wait until Miles had to go and then quietly join him. But, he and Miles’s bladders weren’t exactly in sync with each other, so he’d find himself waiting for long periods of time. 

It was easier if James was accompanying them, because James had to pee so frequently Ethan didn’t have to wait long to be able to go with him. 

A car pulled up to the sidewalk, and Miles got out to open the backdoors for them. In the backseat, James slung his arm around Ethan. 

“Either of you get carsick?” Miles asked, opening the glovebox. “I brought some tablets that are supposed to help with—“ 

“We’ve known each other for years,” Ethan stated. “You know we don’t get carsick.” 

Miles sighed, “I just like to be prepared, in case you suddenly are.” 

Ethan sighed. Miles was always ‘prepared’, usually for things that were extremely unlikely to happen. He liked to organize everything and plan ahead so far in advance it was sort of ridiculous. “I know I’m not YOUR therapist, but have you ever considered you may have—“ 

“Stop diagnosing people,” Miles interrupted as they drove off. “You’re supposed to relax today.” 

“I wasn’t making a formal diagnosis,” Ethan said. “Simply suggesting that your tendency to always see the worst potential outcomes and stress yourself out could indicate—“ 

“Ethan,” James said. “It’s good Miles plans for stuff… He’s smart, he worries about things I’d never even think of!” 

Ethan blinked at him. “That’s exactly my point…” 

James looked out the window. It was going to be a long drive to the carnival, and he was noticing now that he hadn’t peed right before leaving the house. He’d gone when he’d woken up, but he really should have done it a second time just before stepping outside. To be safe. His bladder was so finicky, after all. 

Miles probably never EVER forgot to go pee right before leaving somewhere. Looking back, James had never seen the guy squirmy or desperate. He’d seen him excuse himself to the toilet lots of times, but never with any real urgency. ‘I think he’s too responsible to let himself get that desperate,’ James thought to himself. ‘Bet if something ever went wrong and he ended up needing to go real bad, he’d panic over it…’ 

James turned his knees in towards each other. He probably shouldn’t think about pee right now… He already knew he was gonna have to request a stop— Maybe even two— before they were at the carnival, but he wanted to hold off at least a little while longer before he started asking. 

Thirty minutes later, and James was fidgeting and squirming and aware that if he didn’t go pee soon, it was going to be a problem. “Miles?” James asked. “I need the toilet…” 

Miles laughed lightly under his breath. He was used to James repeatedly needing toilet breaks whenever they drove anywhere. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Ethan ever got annoyed with it. Miles didn’t mind it now, but he only drove James around once a month at the most. Ethan did it all the time… 

Miles found a gas station quickly and James frantically fumbled his seatbelt apart and bolted from the car. “B—Be right back!” he stammered, forehead sweaty from how bad he needed to go. 

Ethan watched him dash off, and watched Miles calmly follow after him. Ethan didn’t feel even the slightest twinge in his bladder, so he stayed where he was. 

James, meanwhile, threw open the door to the men’s room and scrambled in front of a urinal, yanking down his zipper and immediately gushing a thick, forceful stream. “Ahhh…” he smiled to himself. 

Miles gave a short half-laugh as he entered the room. That noise James had made was just so funny to him. He took one of the other urinals and allowed his bladder to relax. He didn’t have to go very much, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Miles finished after a few seconds. 

James kept peeing a while longer, then when his stream slowed to a stop and he’d zipped his pants back up again, he announced; “Oh, I beat you!” 

Miles just stared at him. Beat him? “You mean how you got here first…?” he ventured. 

“No, I mean, I peed for longer than you did,” James explained. “I usually can’t go longer than someone else.” 

Miles kept staring, a little confused. He didn’t think he’d ever really paid attention to how long another person in the restroom peed compared to himself. He hadn’t thought ANYONE did that. Then again, James had always been kind of quirky, amused by very simple things most people wouldn’t notice. “Um… Yeah, I guess you did…” 

James realized he’d just said a weird thing again, like last month at the waterpark. “I— I mean, I just… I guess when you have to go all the time, like I do, you start to notice and think about that stuff more… I don’t know.”

Miles smiled at him as they went to the sinks. As he washed his hands, he realized that he HAD paid attention to the length of someone else’s pee ONE time before. “I… I guess you and Ethan are, like, opposites when it comes to that?” he commented, unsure why he was bringing it up. 

“Hm?” James asked, drying his hands off. 

“I dunno if he still does it, I haven’t paid attention, or whatever… But, when we were kids, Ethan had this habit of getting super busy with something, and kinda putting off bathroom trips ’til the last minute.” 

James blushed. ‘Don’t say anything else weird!’ he ordered himself. So, looking away, he stammered; “I don’t know if he st—still does that either.” 

“He never, like, wet himself from it,” Miles said. “I only ever saw him have an accident twice, I think. Once was our first day of Kindergarten because the teacher kept ignoring him when he tried to ask to use the toilet, and another time was when he got scared super badly and, I guess, had an anxiety attack. But, other than that, it was like he always just put it off as long as possible and then made it right on time.” 

James was blushing more now. “W—Well, I think he has probably grown out of that by now.”

“Yeah, probably,” Miles agreed. “Still, I’d say he’s probably the opposite of you when it comes to this. We peed together a few times when we were kids, and he always went for a long time. I never really thought about it until you brought it up, though.” 

James was so red he was trying to shield his face from view with his hands. “Heheh,” he laughed anxiously. “Well… Um, Ethan’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long…” 

The two left, and James sat back down beside Ethan. Ethan was blushing too, looking away from him, as if he somehow KNEW what James had been talking about in there. 

“Feeling better?” Ethan whispered. 

“Yeah…” James whispered back. 

They kept driving. James did end up needing another pee before they arrived, and by the time they were at the carnival, he was squirming in his seat yet again. James bounced in his place while they waited to buy tickets. “Nnnh, why can’t they put a toilet BEFORE the entrance?” he whined. 

Ethan took his hand. “It’s okay, you can do it. I believe in you!” 

Miles snorted, “Shit, Ethan… You sound so dramatic!” 

Ethan turned away, reddening. He’d just said something that he typically only said to James if James was trying to hold his pee for fun and wanted encouragement to continue… 

They bought their tickets and headed into the carnival. James spotted the portable toilets immediately, crossing his legs, he said; “I gotta— Now!” and rushed towards them. 

Miles shook his head. “So, does he pee EVERY hour?” he asked Ethan. 

Ethan felt a peculiar, cold feeling in his belly. “Ummm… I don’t know. I haven’t ever kept track or anything. Heh, why would I do that? Unless he was sick… But, he’s not sick, so you don’t have to worry or think about it, or—“ He cut himself off. That had been a bit… Much… 

“Well, that’s good,” Miles said. “Honestly I was a little concerned he had a UTI.” 

Ethan exhaled slowly. Miles hadn’t seen his anxious rambling for what it was. 

“If you think he might be coming down with one,” Miles said. “We can buy some cranberry juice on the way home for him to—“ 

“Miles, don’t worry. He’s okay,” Ethan promised. 

“Alright,” Miles said. “I’d better go too, just to be safe…” He looked at Ethan for a moment. “Don’t you need to go yet at all?” 

Ethan considered, and felt that there WAS a little bit of pressure in his midsection, certainly nothing major. He knew he could hold it quite a while longer with ease. “I’m fine, you go ahead.” 

Miles left him. 

Ethan stood off to the side and waited for his friends to return. He noticed the tingling in his bladder a bit more now that he was paying attention to it, but he had no urge to follow Miles. Ethan really, REALLY hated portable toilets, he’d NEVER been able to bring himself to use one. He was hoping to be able to leave here today before his bladder got full enough that he had no choice but to touch one of those things. He’d do his best to last the whole day, anyway. 

Ethan wasn’t even usually fearful of germs, but something about a hot, plastic container stinking with human excrement made him want to cover himself from head to toe in hand sanitizer.

As he waited, Ethan thought about his patients as he often did. One of his patients had really serious contamination anxiety, the sort that took control over a person’s life and caused them to scrub themselves over and over in an attempt to get rid of muck only they could feel. Ethan imagined what would happen if this particular patient were to be somewhere that the only option for relief was a portaloo. ‘His phobias are so strong,’ Ethan thought. ‘He may even find wetting himself to be more palatable…. Oh dear, what if he’s hurt himself holding it before because the toilet was too gross? He’s never mentioned that, but what if that’s just because it embarrasses him? I shouldn’t just randomly ask that if he doesn’t bring it up, but now I’m really wor—‘ 

“Ahhh, all better!” James announced brightly as he rushed to stand beside Ethan and grasp his arm. 

Ethan snapped out of his thoughts, reminding himself he wasn’t supposed to be stressing over his patients today. Especially not when he didn’t even KNOW if the problem he’d been thinking over actually existed or not. 

“James, was there a place for you to clean your hands off?” Ethan asked him, staring at the hand around his arm. 

“Um…” James turned back and forth. “Okay, there’s some hand sanitizer over there,” he said. 

“Go use it,” Ethan said. 

James walked away giggling. He was still laughing when he came back. “When’d you turn into a germaphobe?” 

“I didn’t!” Ethan protested. “I’m just really, really grossed out by those things. If anything, I think I may have coprophobia, which is the—” 

“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re gonna try and hold it all day…” said a voice from behind him. 

Ethan spun around to see Miles. “I’m not,” he lied. “I just don’t need it right now. It’s fine.” 

“Alright,” Miles said. “But, you remember that field trip in tenth grade, right?” 

James’s ears perked up. Ethan had mentioned once that he’d been desperate on a school trip and accidentally ran into the women’s bathroom, was THIS that incident? Was he going to get to hear more about it? 

“Yeah, I remember it,” Ethan said. “I promise, if it gets THAT bad today, I’ll go.” 

“I hope so,” Miles said. “Because I might not be able to save you this time.” 

James’s mind was buzzing. This sounded like it was probably a DIFFERENT incident than the women’s room one. And he couldn’t relate it to any of the tales of desperation Ethan had regaled him with when they were relaxing together, either. This was a story he hadn’t heard before, and one he WANTED to hear NOW. 

Except, he didn’t know how to ask about it without appearing TOO interested to Miles. He could ask Ethan later once they were back home, but then his curiosity would be killing him all day. 

Luckily, Ethan and Miles kept talking without James having to say a word. 

“Oh, you didn’t SAVE me,” Ethan said. 

“The Hell I didn’t,” Miles snorted. “Whole way through that dang zoo trip, you were muttering nonstop that you had to piss. I kept telling you to just go and you wouldn’t listen, kept saying you could ‘definitely hold it’. Next thing I know we’re behind the reptile house and you’re full-on crying to me that you can’t wait.” 

“I was NOT crying.” 

“I saw tears!” 

“It was sweat!” 

“Oh, I’m sure…” Miles said. “You got lucky as Hell that I’d gone ahead and saved my empty soda bottle for you.” 

James felt his cheeks heating painfully as he pictured younger Ethan (possibly crying) as he choked out his immense need for relief. He felt warm in his chest too at the idea of Miles thinking to save an empty bottle just in case Ethan’s mouth proved to be bigger than his bladder. 

“Well, I’m not gonna do it again,” Ethan said. “Like I said, if it’s THAT bad, I’ll use the stupid portaloo. But, I barely even need to go, so you don’t have to worry.” 

“… Alright…” Miles said hesitantly. “Just don’t come crying to me when it goes wrong. Again.” 

“I was NOT crying!” 

James laughed lightly to himself as they kept walking. He was sort of hungry, but he wanted to go on some of the rides first. Some of them didn’t look like they’d be wise to get on with a full stomach. He tried to pick one that he thought Ethan might join him on, but that was tricky. So many of them were super tall. 

In one of them, a person was locked inside a metal cage, spun around a whole bunch of times, lifted up super high and then slammed down almost against the ground before it started all over. 

Ethan would not enjoy that. 

But, putting him on it WOULD probably result in him getting his bladder empty without having to touch a portaloo… 

Not that THAT was a big concern right now. James could tell just by looking at Ethan that he wasn’t feeling the least bit desperate. 

Another ride was a cheap rollercoaster, it went pretty fast, but even its tallest hill wasn’t THAT high. “How about that one?” James asked Ethan, pointing at it. 

“Nah, we should DEFINITELY get Ethan on THAT thing,” Miles said, pointing to the spinning cage contraption. 

Ethan looked at that ride like it had just devoured his childhood dog and then spat on the remains. “No, we shouldn’t,” he said. “The rollercoaster is perfectly fine, James.” 

“Yay!” 

So, they went on the ride. Ethan did well with it, it wasn’t tall enough for him to get frightened. They went on a few more rides, none of them managing to make Ethan scream or flail. None giving James the opportunity to squeeze his hand. None giving Miles the chance to tease him. 

After a while, they were all pretty hungry. James insisted that Ethan try all manner of ridiculous deep fried items that had been lodged onto a stick. Ethan indulged him, hoping that doing so wouldn’t take too many years off of his life. 

Ethan also had some lemonade— They all did. But, when Miles and James went to take another pee break, Ethan chose again not to join them. “I hardly have to go,” he assured Miles when his friend gave him a concerned stare. 

That wasn’t completely true. Ethan didn’t have to go badly, but he definitely DID need to go. In all the time he’d spent playing holding games with James, Ethan had gotten more adept at gauging his level of need and how quickly it was likely to skyrocket. Right now, his bladder was full enough that the thrums and pangs inside of it were coming at a constant rate. He could no longer brush them aside and was always aware they were there, always cognizant of the slight irritation in his bladder’s sensitive walls. 

He was still hopeful, if not entirely confident, that he could hold it until they left. Odds were that he’d probably need to tell Miles to pull over the first chance he had, and Miles would likely give him some shit for it, but he wasn’t in any danger of disaster right now. This wasn’t like the zoo trip where he’d let his disgust for portable toilets overtake him until he needed a pee so badly he could hardly stand up and was… Okay, so maybe he WAS in tears… He wouldn’t let that happen again, he’d go before it reached that point. 

Once James and Miles had finished, they went on some more rides. James managed to convince Miles to go on the spinning cage thing with him, but Ethan had refused. “I’d need therapy afterwards,” he told James. 

“You ARE therapy,” James reminded, dashing off to join Miles in front of the ride. 

Ethan watched as his friends rode. Just looking at the cages jolting, spinning and twisting was making him feel nauseas. He could barely imagine what it must have been like inside of the thing. To say nothing of the immense height, being drug up so far into the air and spun around a bunch of times sounded like a nightmare. 

Picturing himself enduring it, Ethan became suddenly acutely aware that his bladder’s situation had worsened when a little flare of pressure pinched at his opening. He pressed his legs together, fidgeting just slightly where he stood. Quickly, the urge subsided, but it came back when he looked at the twirling cages again. Like, his fear of the ride was somehow having an effect on his bladder. 

‘That’s ridiculous,’ he thought. He knew the brain was a powerful thing, but he’d only peed himself out of fear one time before. It was just silly that his bladder would be acting up when the scary thing wasn’t even happening to HIM. 

Still, he couldn’t deny that he definitely needed the toilet a lot worse than he had a few minutes ago. There was a bit of a harsh pull inside him now, his urine trying to squeeze its way out and down the shaft of his penis. 

He turned around, no longer facing the ride, and squeezed his eyes closed. ‘You barely have to go,’ he told himself. ‘Only a little bit. You can wait until later. Don’t have to touch one of those grody things. 

Ethan spun back around when he heard James calling his name, stumbling away from the ride in a daze. 

Ethan then spent the next several minutes rubbing James’s shoulders for comfort as he leaned against a garbage can and tried not to let his stomach revolt against him. 

Once James was reasonably sure that he wasn’t going to be sick, and the world around him stopped swirling, he mumbled “I think I gotta pee again…” 

Miles had caught up. “Again? Didn’t you just go?” 

“Sometimes I have to go more if I get scared,” James said. “Ethan’s the same.” 

They went back to the toilet area, and Ethan’s bladder surged at the sight of it. His body recognized an opportunity for relief even if his brain didn’t want to. He looked a bit more closely at the area this time. Sometimes, places like this had outdoor urinals. He didn’t really like THOSE very much, either; They were really just big plastic structures with a small opening on each of the four sides to pee into. There was zero privacy, he really would just be pulling himself out and going where anyone walking by would see. But, it would definitely be LESS disgusting than one of the regular outdoor toilets. 

He scanned up and down the line of port-a-potties, trying to find the more appealing structure, but it didn’t look like they’d set up any urinals here. 

Ethan would just hold it then, he didn’t need to go THAT much. It was just… Just a constant, achey little spasm in his middle and a pulsating pressure at the tip of his cock. Not an emergency. It was okay. 

Ethan didn’t notice he’d been rocking on his feet until Miles said something. “Ethan,” he said. “What are you—“ 

“I was… Er… Trying to see if they had any of those outside urinals here,” Ethan admitted. He was hoping now that he’d just overlooked them and that Miles would point one out to him. 

“I don’t think they do,” Miles said. “If you need to go, you’re gonna have to—“ 

“I don’t need to go,” Ethan interrupted. “I— I mean… I do. But not that bad. I have it under control.” 

Miles sighed. “Ethan…” 

James returned, looking a lot less pale and shaky. He stared at Ethan, and the way his feet were bouncing. “Do you have to go, too?” 

“A little,” Ethan said. “Really. Guys. Stop worrying about it. I can wait.” 

Miles didn’t seem to believe him, but James nodded. “I’m sure you can! You’re good at holdi—“ He stopped himself when he saw Ethan’s eyes going very wide. “At— At… Everything. You are good at everything. So, that means you’re probably good at holding it. Not that I would know, or pay attention, or anything like that! I didn’t even know that you had a bladder until just now!” 

James was sure he’d managed to avert disaster, but when he turned Miles was giving him a very, very strange look again. “James, did you get TOO dizzy?” he asked. “You’re acting weird, even for you.” 

“I—I’m fine,” James said, blushing.

“Maybe we should sit down for a second,” Miles decided. 

They found a bench and took a seat. The redness in James’s cheeks didn’t die down. Neither did Ethan’s fidgeting. In fact, he grew more restless the longer they sat there. Now, away from the excitement of the carnival, Ethan didn’t have anything to distract himself from his bladder, and it was determined to make it very clear to him exactly how engorged and full he was. 

He crossed one leg over the other, rocking subtly. 

Or, at least, he’d thought it was subtle. 

“Ethan,” Miles said. “Go.” 

“I can wait,” Ethan promised. 

“We’re here to have fun,” Miles reminded. “How can you have any fun if you’re desperate to piss?” 

Ethan could think of a few answers to that, but he didn’t give any of them. 

James couldn’t stop himself from laughing, though. 

Miles tilted his head and regarded James with a great deal of concern. “Uh… James.” 

“Y—Y—Yes?” James asked between fits of giggles. 

“You good?” 

“Haha, yes!” James assured. “I’m fine! Why?” 

“Well, you’ve been saying weird things that don’t make sense, now you’re laughing at nothing… Did you hit your head when you were on that ride?” 

“Nope, I’m…. Laughing at Ethan,” James decided. “He’s… Being silly. And he’s doing a really cute dance, and—“ 

“Cu—“ 

“Funny,” James corrected himself. “I meant to say funny. Look at him, twisting his legs all up like that!” 

It was Ethan’s turn to blush. Before James could say anything else, Ethan shot to his feet. “O—Okay, I think that’s enough of a rest! Let’s— Let’s go do something else now.” 

“Like take you to the toilet before you break something?” Miles asked. 

“No,” Ethan groaned. “I’m okay, stop worrying about that. If you keep talking about it, you’ll just make me have to go badly for real.” 

Miles looked at Ethan as he jumped from foot to foot on his shaky, tense legs. He wasn’t sure why Ethan didn’t think he ALREADY had to ‘go badly for real’. “Okay…” he said. 

“Good,” Ethan stood still for a moment with his toes pointed together. All this discussion was brutal on his bladder and he really had to… He really had to stop thinking about peeing! The need had grown in the time he’d spent on the bench, his bladder spasming hard at startlingly quick intervals. 

He started walking, passing all the food stalls and a few of the rides they’d already been on. Biting down on his lip, he glanced around not too sure what he was actually looking for. Maybe there WERE some of those ever-so-slightly-more-hygienic, outdoor urinals here and they were just in a different area? 

Every few steps, his bladder would slosh hard against his sphincters and he would have to fight hard not to stop dead in his tracks and scissor his legs. 

An idea was beginning to half-form inside his head; The carnival was in a huge field, and at the outskirts of the field there were TONS of trees. Before he’d even consciously put the pieces together, he was walking off in that direction. His body started preparing for relief as soon as his eyes had locked onto a tree in the distance. God… Just the thought of unzipping in front of it and draining away all of these awful pangs… 

His daydream shattered to bits when Miles took hold of his wrist. “Where are you going? There isn’t anything that way.” 

Ethan opened his mouth to protest, to stammer “There’s trees! I can pee there! You said that you want me to pee, right?” But, something stopped him. If it had been James that grabbed him, then he didn’t think he’d have a problem explaining what he intended to do. It just didn’t feel the same with Miles. So, instead he said “Oh, yeah. I thought I saw something.” And he didn’t even allow himself to give the trees another look as he followed after Miles. 

It was okay, Ethan just had to make it to the end of the day. He could do that. He knew he could do that. 

An hour later Ethan was struggling hard not to pee dance too obviously as he, James and Miles played a few games. Twisting his legs together, jiggling on his toes, hopping urgently from one foot to the other, Ethan’s bladder was demanding that he MOVE. 

James could barely keep his eyes off the desperate man. His chest flamed with arousal, then tightened with sympathy. Two conflicting emotions battling for dominance inside him. He couldn’t deny that Ethan’s fidgeting and writhing was delicious to look at, but he still wished there was a way he could alleviate his poor partner’s suffering. 

The knowledge that Ethan was more or less doing this to himself made James feel a little less guilty about being entertained by his discomfort. 

Ethan kept shooting James pleading looks. If he and James had gone here by themselves, he’d have whispered, “I gotta go on a tree, I can’t take it anymore. Please, please come with me and keep watch!” ages ago. 

Soon, James was playing one of the games, he tossed a ball at a stack of bottles and knocked a few over. He turned back around. “There,” he said to Ethan. “Told you they weren’t all glued on.” 

“Th—The ones on the bottom of the pyramid are,” Ethan said breathlessly. “Th—They make it so you can knock down some of them to trick you into trying more times.” Ethan switched his legs around, leaning hard to one side. “No one would pay up if it was obvious it was impossible, so they have to make it LOOK like you can win.” His bladder throbbed harshly against his opening yet again, so he leaned in the opposite direction. “And all the bright lights and noises are distracting and cause sensory overload, s—so you’re less likely to make careful decisions.” 

Miles looked at Ethan’s flushed, pale face and the sweat running off it in sheets. “So… You gonna take a leak now, or are you just gonna keep psychoanalyzing people for playing carnival games?”

“Miles, come on,” Ethan said, his bladder felt like it was ballooning out inside of him. He snapped his legs together and bent forward ever so slightly. “I—If I was THAT desperate, I wouldn’t b—be ABLE to explain these things.” Pee sloshed to and fro as he continued to shift around. “You know I’m o—okay because I can still talk like this.”

Miles saw so many flaws in Ethan’s reasoning that he was unsure where to begin. 

James tossed his last ball at the remainder of the bottle pyramid, one more fell, but the bottom row remained stable. 

“Oh, so close!” the man running the game said. “One more ball and you would have had it! Let’s try again…” 

“See, James?” Ethan said, shimming his hips. His waistband was slicing hard into his bladder, the poor organ round and tense against the harsh fabric. “Th—This guy’s trying to connect with you and get you into a competitive m—mindset,” he explained. Oh, God… If he could just unbutton his pants, he’d be able to wait WAY longer… 

James paid the guy anyway, “It’s fun, though!” he said, picking up another ball. 

Ethan stepped closer to the game booth, he uncrossed his legs and bent forward over the counter, crotch pressing up against it. That gave him a tiny smidge of relief, but it wasn’t enough. He thought his waist was pretty well hidden now, no one would notice if he were to… He unfastened the button on his pants, his poor bladder was able to breathe again and a rush of air left his lungs. 

James quickly fired all of the balls, and again failed to knock over the entire tower of bottles. “Awww,” he said. He’d done well enough to win a small, plush octopus. He held it out for Ethan to see as they walked away. 

“Y—You just spent fifty dollars f—for that,” Ethan pointed out. The release of his button had brought him a momentary reprieve from his desperation, but starting to move again had brought it back full-force. 

“And YOU are about to wet your pants because you won’t use a toilet,” Miles said. “You’re ALSO ‘not making careful decisions,’” he echoed Ethan’s words from earlier. 

“I’m not going to wet myself,” Ethan said, and a harsh spasm buzzed through his bladder, as if to ask him ‘Are you sure?’ He stopped momentarily, crossing his legs and fisting a hand into the fabric of his pants— Dangerously close to gripping his crotch. “Nnnh… A—And, the portaloos aren’t toilets… Not really, anyway. I’ll go once we leave, I can wait. It’s getting sort of late anyway.” 

“It is,” James agreed. “Let’s do one more thing…” He thought for a moment. There was something he’d wanted to do with Ethan for a while. But, he wasn’t sure if Ethan would agree to it. It was pretty cheesy, and it involved being up kind of high… “Ethan, can we go on the ferris wheel? I wanna watch the sunset on it with you!” 

Ethan could see the big, towering ferris wheel off in the distance. It looked really tall from here, but he thought he’d be okay. Besides, it was a gentle ride, it would be nice and easy on his full bladder. Plus, it would be over quickly, then he could dash to the car and Miles would find him a bathroom. 

All in all, he’d be at a toilet in around half an hour, he figured. He could manage thirty more minutes. Maybe even a tiny bit more. “Okay,” he said. 

The group made it to the ride. Ethan was so worn out after dragging his full bladder over to it that he barely had time to register how much taller the wheel looked now that they were close to it before they boarded it. 

Once they started to lift off the ground, Ethan kept one hand glued to the safety bar, and the other finally worked its way between his thighs, leaving none left for James to hold. James instead opted to lean against Ethan’s side, eliciting a tiny squeak from him. 

“Ahh— James— M—Move your elbow!” Ethan burst out in a panic, squeezing his eyes closed. 

James adjusted so he was no longer accidentally jabbing Ethan in the bladder and relaxed into him again. 

Miles shook his head, “Ethan, once we’re off this thing, I am going to FORCE you to use a damned bathroom. I’ll drag you there if I have to.”

“Y—You don’t have to,” Ethan said. “W—We’re leaving after this one, remember? Just pull over at the first place you see and I’ll be fine.” 

Miles rolled his eyes, “Okay…” he said. “But, you’d better not go in my car.” 

“I won’t!” Ethan said. He writhed against the seat, accidentally causing it to rock. As they rode higher, that feeling of motion made terror seize him. The fear went straight to his bladder, which made his squirm more, which made the seat rock more, which made him more scared, which— 

“Oh, open your eyes, Ethan— And just look straight ahead! Don’t look down!” James said once they were at the top. 

Ethan’s eyes timidly opened. He was staring out at the sunset, and it really was a gorgeous sight. It felt good to be watching it with James resting so calmly against him. If only Ethan could rest calmly, too! His bladder was really thrashing now, and he couldn’t wait to be back on the ground so that he’d finally be one step closer to relieving it! 

Drip… 

Ah! A tiny spurt had just forced its way out, and Ethan hadn’t even felt it coming! Panicked, he tightened his hold on his cock and— And looked down to see if anything was visible and— And LOOKED DOWN. 

No, no, they were so high up! A fall from this height would be deadly for sure! They were too high, Ethan wanted down! His bladder shook, and he leaked again, this time from fear. 

James heard Ethan’s heartbeat ramping up from where he rested on his chest. James reached to put his hand over the hand Ethan had on the safety bar. “Aw, it’s okay… Look at the sunset! Don’t look down.” 

Ethan calmed down a little, but only for a second, because a harsh metallic creak sounded from the wheel and then it completely stopped moving. 

Ethan was trapped at the very top of the wheel, and his bladder was full to overflowing. 

Immediately, he was pushed into panic-mode. The background noise of the carnival seemingly became louder as his mind focused more and more on his unbearable need for release. He trembled and shook. He’d told James earlier that he figured these rides probably had technical issues often, and he’d been right. Now he was going to have to suffer through one at the worst possible time. 

Nervous, James stood up a little and looked down to the operating booth. The employees were frantically pressing buttons, trying to solve whatever problem they were having. “I— I think we’re stuck…” 

Ethan spun to his other side to stare at Miles. Just like on that field trip years ago, there were tears visible in his eyes. Miles wasn’t sure if they were from desperation or fear. 

“Miles, PLEASE tell me you have a bottle, or a cup, or— Or— ANYTHING?” Ethan begged. 

Ah. Desperation then… Miles shook his head. “Sorry… I should have saved the cups from the lemonades, I guess. I—“ 

Ethan shuddered. If they didn’t get this thing fixed in two minutes, there was no way he’d make it to a bathroom. There was no way he’d even make it to one of the portaloos he’d been refusing to use all day. He was going to burst. He was going to explode. 

He should have gone earlier! He should have used the stupid portaloo when he’d had the chance! He should have just told Miles that he was gonna piss on a tree, Miles wouldn’t have judged him or told him not to! He should have gone earlier! He should have! 

James stroked a hand down Ethan’s arm. “I—I’m sorry, this is my fault. I suggested this.” 

“I—It’s not,” Ethan said. “It’s mine…” very nervously, he moved his other hand off the safety bar to get a better grip on his dick. Immediately, panic whirled through him as he now felt a lot less stable and secure up here. The hand flew back to the bar, but now he didn’t have enough pressure against his crotch and was starting to leak little drops. “Ahhh— I— I should have just peed before…” 

James could tell what Ethan’s dilemma was in regards to his hands. He immediately thought of a solution, but Miles was here… “Miles… Um… I’m gonna do something weird now, okay? I know it’s weird, but I want to help Ethan, that’s all.” 

“What are you gonna—“ 

James reached and cupped his hand over Ethan’s groin, squeezing. “Does this make it easier?” 

“Yesss….” Ethan hissed out. “Don’t let go of me…” 

Miles watched for a second, then looked away, feeling as though he were intruding on something extremely private. But, for some reason he didn’t think it was THAT weird. ‘I mean, James’s touched him there tons of times before, I’m sure. He’s just doing it for a different reason now. No big deal.’ He supposed it would be weird for HIM to do that for Ethan, but that was just because they weren’t together and he’d never had his hand on Ethan’s private parts before. It was almost sort of normal when it was James. 

James added his other hand, so now Ethan had three hands pressing into his crotch to hold his flood at bay. Ethan’s hips bucked into the much needed pressure. James felt some warmth beneath his palms, indicating Ethan had sprung a leak at some point, but he didn’t dare let go. “You can do it, Ethan…” 

“James, I’m gonna explode…” Ethan mumbled, miserable. His eyes were clamped shut, one hand gripping the safety bar until his knuckles whitened, the other squished against his dick. Even with the addition of James’s hands, he was barely hanging on. 

James was looking down, he wasn’t even scared of heights and the distance to the ground was still a little freaky. He just kept staring, wishing there was some way he could get Ethan down there onto the stable grass below them… 

Underneath the ferris wheel, directly below where they were sitting, was nothing but grass and dirt. The operating booth was a little bit to the side, all the different seats were spaced out from each other, no one was underneath them. Nothing but grass and dirt. 

“Ethan, just go over the side,” James said. “It’ll all land in the grass, and no one will be able to see what you’re doing from up here.” 

Ethan’s eyes peeled open. He shook hard. He could go over the side, of course! He glanced down to work his zipp— And froze in terror, snapping his eyes back up to the sky. 

“If you’re scared about hitting somebody, that shouldn’t happen… Unless there’s a really inconvenient gust of wind, maybe,” James said. “It will be fi—“ 

“James,” Ethan gritted out. “I. Can’t. Look. Down.” 

James blinked. “Ohhh… Yeah. You’re gonna have to do that to pee…” He smiled. “But, I don’t mind looking down FOR you!” 

“James, what—“ 

James ran a finger along Ethan’s zipper, and he got the idea. Immediately, he was nodding his head frantically. “Hurry!” 

“Okay,” James said. “Miles, I’m gonna do something ELSE weird now, but it’s ONLY because I want to help Ethan feel better!” 

Miles HADN’T figured out what James was planning yet. “Er… You gonna tell him which direction to aim his thing in?” he guessed. 

“Um… Something like that,” James said. He gently moved Ethan’s hand from his crotch, immediately hearing a sharp hiss as a quick spurt left his bladder. “Just a second.” he promised, lowering Ethan’s zipper for him— He’d noticed Ethan’s button was ALREADY unfastened. 

He reached into Ethan’s pants and retrieved his member. 

“N—Now?” Ethan begged the very second he felt James’s hand wrap around his length. 

“Not yet,” James said, pulling Ethan’s dick out and aiming it down. “N—“ 

Ethan was pissing before James could get the word out. In a moment of pure bliss, the floodgates slammed open and a hot rush of pale yellow urine pumped its way from his tip. The raging waterfall poured down to where it hopefully made contact with the grass so far beneath them. “Ahhhhhh….” he moaned. 

All of this had happened too quickly for Miles to turn back around. ‘Oh… That’s… That’s what he’s gonna do. Okay…’ This was… Weird. Miles couldn’t lie to himself, he’d never seen a guy aim another guy’s piss stream for him before, but he supposed if Ethan was too scared of the height to do it himself… 

He realized the weird part wasn’t just that they were doing this, but how nonchalant they were about it. They’d both just pretty much… Accepted that this was going to happen, and no hesitation had existed for them. Miles thought he’d feel at least a TINY bit embarrassed to hold someone’s bits while they peed, or have them hold HIS bits while he peed. 

Maybe it was just because they’d been intimate together? James had touched Ethan before for other things, so touching him now for this wasn’t so awkward. Miles didn’t know, he didn’t think he’d want any of his ex girlfriends doing this with him, then again, he also didn’t think he’d ever been as desperate as Ethan had gotten today. 

Ethan was lost in a world of relief, clutching the safety bar hard with both hands, fearing that the light, jelly-like quality his body was taking on would make him slip out of his seat. His poor bladder was finally getting to eject everything that had accumulated in it throughout the day, and it felt amazing. 

James was having a bit of a problem though. There were certain things that turned him ALL the way on right away, like flipping a switch. Those things included; hearing Ethan moan, watching Ethan pee, hearing Ethan moan WHILE he peed because he’d really needed to go, touching Ethan’s dick, aiming Ethan’s dick while he peed… 

Basically, everything that was happening right now was the type of thing to get James hard in seconds. But, this was a really, really bad time to get hard. He tried to think unsexy thoughts, but that wasn’t easy when everything in front of him was so unbelievably hot. Fire was coursing through his body, and he felt his dick twitching, blood rushing to exactly where he DIDN’T want it to go. 

Finally, Ethan was done pissing, and James was hard as a rock, feeling like just the slightest hint of stimulation would be enough to make him cum in his pants. It would be bad enough to have an erection here in public with only Ethan around to notice. Ethan would know why he was so stiff and wouldn’t judge him. 

Miles was here though, and James didn’t think he’d understand at all. 

With his back to Miles to hide his erection, James stuffed Ethan back into his pants and zipped him up. Then he folded his hands over his lap and the MASSIVE problem he needed to conceal, and stared out at the darkened sky. “F—Feel better?” he asked Ethan. 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “Thank you…” He noticed James’s twitchy, anxious demeanor, heard the choked quality in his voice. Without looking down, he knew his boyfriend’s hands were probably covering his lap… He knew what was going through James’s mind now, because it was the same thing going through his own; That Miles would somehow find out this one, unusual fact about them now and would feel awkward hanging out with them for the rest of time. 

Ethan could diffuse this, maybe… He’d probably do a better job than James had been doing today. 

“Sorry about that, James,” Ethan said. “I’m sure that felt uncomfortable for you. I’m glad you still did it, though. Hope it wasn’t too gross.” 

James looked at him oddly for a second. “What do— Ohh, yeah. It was a little bit strange. But, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t want you to have an accident!” 

“You got lucky again, Ethan,” Miles said finally. “What would you have done if it was just me and you up here? ‘Cause, no offense, but I’m NOT gonna touch your thing. I don’t care HOW bad you need to piss.” 

Ethan reddened. “Th—That’s fine, Miles,” he said. “You were right. I should have listened.” 

A few minutes later, the ferris wheel started moving again and they were back on the ground. No one made any comments about random ‘rainfall’ happening while they’d been in the air, so Ethan knew none of his piss had ended up where he didn’t want it to… Save for the clammy, damp patches he could feel in his boxers. 

James was still covering his crotch, so Miles asked if he had to go again. 

James DID, but also didn’t think he’d be able to piss right now considering how hard his dick was. He’d have to calm it down first… But, there was no way he was gonna jerk off in a portaloo while in public. “No,” he said, knowing he’d be begging for a stop the minute his cock softened up. 

“Alright, let’s go then,” Miles said. “You guys have fun?” 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “I actually liked a few of the rides. My favorite was the roller coaster” 

“I had lots of fun,” James agreed. 

He’d have to tell Ethan later which ride had been HIS favorite, once they had privacy.

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7 hours ago, secretomoact said:

Written for the Omovember prompt “Peeing From A High-Up Place”. 

The patient Ethan is thinking about in this chapter is Emmett, who shows up in one of my other fics “Germaphobia.”

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Miles was Ethan’s oldest friend— And childhood crush, too; the first in a long line of unobtainable straight men Ethan had found himself pining over before he’d met James. Even if Miles had been unable to return Ethan’s feelings for him, they’d remained close friends all their lives and met together monthly, usually James accompanied them. 

James was aware his boyfriend had once harbored romantic feelings for Miles, but he didn’t feel threatened by the other man in any way. Even if Miles hadn’t been straight, the way Ethan looked at James was so different from how he looked at Miles. It was clear whom he was in love with now. 

It was still sort of awkward to think about how Ethan probably used to fantasize about Miles from time to time. Last month, when they’d all gone to a waterpark together, James had seen Miles without a shirt and could admit that he DID understand what Ethan had seen in the guy, though. 

This month, they were going to a carnival. James was super excited, he loved all the rides and the food. Ethan was less enthusiastic “I don’t think I really TRUST the rides at these things,” Ethan told him as they waited outside their home for Miles. 

“‘Trust’ them?” James repeated. “What’s that mean? You think they’re gonna try and pick-pocket you?” 

Ethan laughed, “Ha, no… But, think about it; They’re carted around all over the country, disassembled and reassembled lots of times. Probably not super sturdy or well put together.” 

“But, fearing for your life is half the fun,” James said. “Remember, like when I took you zip-lining! You were SO scared, but afterwards you said it was fun.” 

“Y—Yeah,” Ethan said, recalling that trip. “I still think you only suggested that because you knew it would make me cling onto you as tight as humanly possible.” 

“Heh, maybe,” James said. “I should take you on a real tall ride today!” 

“You shouldn’t,” Ethan said. “I’ll probably pee my pants.” 

“Even better!” 

Ethan blushed, looking away. “Eheh, ummm… When Miles picks us up, make sure you don’t say anything… Related to… That.” 

“Of course,” James said. That was a new thing; James’s mouth tended to work a lot faster than his brain. And, since he was now so comfortable casually bringing up the kinkier aspects of their relationship to Ethan, he occasionally blurted out something when they were with another person. 

Last month, when they’d gone to the waterpark and James had watched Ethan guzzle a very large slushy, he’d started to poke his belly a bit and tease him. “Uh oh, I hope we don’t have to wait in a long line beside one of those noisy water slides…” 

The comment may have been seen as typical ribbing, but the way James had stroked over Ethan’s bladder region had made Miles raise a brow. James realized that it probably looked and sounded strange, and quickly started to tickle Ethan instead, deciding THAT probably seemed a bit more normal. 

Another issue that had arisen as they’d explored their kink together, was that Ethan was suddenly having a more difficult time telling someone who WASN’T James that he needed to go. The new way his mind viewed urination caused him to feel awkward discussing it with anyone whom he wasn’t intimate with. 

Which had led to him getting slightly desperate a few times while on one of these trips with Miles— The easiest thing for him to do was wait until Miles had to go and then quietly join him. But, he and Miles’s bladders weren’t exactly in sync with each other, so he’d find himself waiting for long periods of time. 

It was easier if James was accompanying them, because James had to pee so frequently Ethan didn’t have to wait long to be able to go with him. 

A car pulled up to the sidewalk, and Miles got out to open the backdoors for them. In the backseat, James slung his arm around Ethan. 

“Either of you get carsick?” Miles asked, opening the glovebox. “I brought some tablets that are supposed to help with—“ 

“We’ve known each other for years,” Ethan stated. “You know we don’t get carsick.” 

Miles sighed, “I just like to be prepared, in case you suddenly are.” 

Ethan sighed. Miles was always ‘prepared’, usually for things that were extremely unlikely to happen. He liked to organize everything and plan ahead so far in advance it was sort of ridiculous. “I know I’m not YOUR therapist, but have you ever considered you may have—“ 

“Stop diagnosing people,” Miles interrupted as they drove off. “You’re supposed to relax today.” 

“I wasn’t making a formal diagnosis,” Ethan said. “Simply suggesting that your tendency to always see the worst potential outcomes and stress yourself out could indicate—“ 

“Ethan,” James said. “It’s good Miles plans for stuff… He’s smart, he worries about things I’d never even think of!” 

Ethan blinked at him. “That’s exactly my point…” 

James looked out the window. It was going to be a long drive to the carnival, and he was noticing now that he hadn’t peed right before leaving the house. He’d gone when he’d woken up, but he really should have done it a second time just before stepping outside. To be safe. His bladder was so finicky, after all. 

Miles probably never EVER forgot to go pee right before leaving somewhere. Looking back, James had never seen the guy squirmy or desperate. He’d seen him excuse himself to the toilet lots of times, but never with any real urgency. ‘I think he’s too responsible to let himself get that desperate,’ James thought to himself. ‘Bet if something ever went wrong and he ended up needing to go real bad, he’d panic over it…’ 

James turned his knees in towards each other. He probably shouldn’t think about pee right now… He already knew he was gonna have to request a stop— Maybe even two— before they were at the carnival, but he wanted to hold off at least a little while longer before he started asking. 

Thirty minutes later, and James was fidgeting and squirming and aware that if he didn’t go pee soon, it was going to be a problem. “Miles?” James asked. “I need the toilet…” 

Miles laughed lightly under his breath. He was used to James repeatedly needing toilet breaks whenever they drove anywhere. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Ethan ever got annoyed with it. Miles didn’t mind it now, but he only drove James around once a month at the most. Ethan did it all the time… 

Miles found a gas station quickly and James frantically fumbled his seatbelt apart and bolted from the car. “B—Be right back!” he stammered, forehead sweaty from how bad he needed to go. 

Ethan watched him dash off, and watched Miles calmly follow after him. Ethan didn’t feel even the slightest twinge in his bladder, so he stayed where he was. 

James, meanwhile, threw open the door to the men’s room and scrambled in front of a urinal, yanking down his zipper and immediately gushing a thick, forceful stream. “Ahhh…” he smiled to himself. 

Miles gave a short half-laugh as he entered the room. That noise James had made was just so funny to him. He took one of the other urinals and allowed his bladder to relax. He didn’t have to go very much, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Miles finished after a few seconds. 

James kept peeing a while longer, then when his stream slowed to a stop and he’d zipped his pants back up again, he announced; “Oh, I beat you!” 

Miles just stared at him. Beat him? “You mean how you got here first…?” he ventured. 

“No, I mean, I peed for longer than you did,” James explained. “I usually can’t go longer than someone else.” 

Miles kept staring, a little confused. He didn’t think he’d ever really paid attention to how long another person in the restroom peed compared to himself. He hadn’t thought ANYONE did that. Then again, James had always been kind of quirky, amused by very simple things most people wouldn’t notice. “Um… Yeah, I guess you did…” 

James realized he’d just said a weird thing again, like last month at the waterpark. “I— I mean, I just… I guess when you have to go all the time, like I do, you start to notice and think about that stuff more… I don’t know.”

Miles smiled at him as they went to the sinks. As he washed his hands, he realized that he HAD paid attention to the length of someone else’s pee ONE time before. “I… I guess you and Ethan are, like, opposites when it comes to that?” he commented, unsure why he was bringing it up. 

“Hm?” James asked, drying his hands off. 

“I dunno if he still does it, I haven’t paid attention, or whatever… But, when we were kids, Ethan had this habit of getting super busy with something, and kinda putting off bathroom trips ’til the last minute.” 

James blushed. ‘Don’t say anything else weird!’ he ordered himself. So, looking away, he stammered; “I don’t know if he st—still does that either.” 

“He never, like, wet himself from it,” Miles said. “I only ever saw him have an accident twice, I think. Once was our first day of Kindergarten because the teacher kept ignoring him when he tried to ask to use the toilet, and another time was when he got scared super badly and, I guess, had an anxiety attack. But, other than that, it was like he always just put it off as long as possible and then made it right on time.” 

James was blushing more now. “W—Well, I think he has probably grown out of that by now.”

“Yeah, probably,” Miles agreed. “Still, I’d say he’s probably the opposite of you when it comes to this. We peed together a few times when we were kids, and he always went for a long time. I never really thought about it until you brought it up, though.” 

James was so red he was trying to shield his face from view with his hands. “Heheh,” he laughed anxiously. “Well… Um, Ethan’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long…” 

The two left, and James sat back down beside Ethan. Ethan was blushing too, looking away from him, as if he somehow KNEW what James had been talking about in there. 

“Feeling better?” Ethan whispered. 

“Yeah…” James whispered back. 

They kept driving. James did end up needing another pee before they arrived, and by the time they were at the carnival, he was squirming in his seat yet again. James bounced in his place while they waited to buy tickets. “Nnnh, why can’t they put a toilet BEFORE the entrance?” he whined. 

Ethan took his hand. “It’s okay, you can do it. I believe in you!” 

Miles snorted, “Shit, Ethan… You sound so dramatic!” 

Ethan turned away, reddening. He’d just said something that he typically only said to James if James was trying to hold his pee for fun and wanted encouragement to continue… 

They bought their tickets and headed into the carnival. James spotted the portable toilets immediately, crossing his legs, he said; “I gotta— Now!” and rushed towards them. 

Miles shook his head. “So, does he pee EVERY hour?” he asked Ethan. 

Ethan felt a peculiar, cold feeling in his belly. “Ummm… I don’t know. I haven’t ever kept track or anything. Heh, why would I do that? Unless he was sick… But, he’s not sick, so you don’t have to worry or think about it, or—“ He cut himself off. That had been a bit… Much… 

“Well, that’s good,” Miles said. “Honestly I was a little concerned he had a UTI.” 

Ethan exhaled slowly. Miles hadn’t seen his anxious rambling for what it was. 

“If you think he might be coming down with one,” Miles said. “We can buy some cranberry juice on the way home for him to—“ 

“Miles, don’t worry. He’s okay,” Ethan promised. 

“Alright,” Miles said. “I’d better go too, just to be safe…” He looked at Ethan for a moment. “Don’t you need to go yet at all?” 

Ethan considered, and felt that there WAS a little bit of pressure in his midsection, certainly nothing major. He knew he could hold it quite a while longer with ease. “I’m fine, you go ahead.” 

Miles left him. 

Ethan stood off to the side and waited for his friends to return. He noticed the tingling in his bladder a bit more now that he was paying attention to it, but he had no urge to follow Miles. Ethan really, REALLY hated portable toilets, he’d NEVER been able to bring himself to use one. He was hoping to be able to leave here today before his bladder got full enough that he had no choice but to touch one of those things. He’d do his best to last the whole day, anyway. 

Ethan wasn’t even usually fearful of germs, but something about a hot, plastic container stinking with human excrement made him want to cover himself from head to toe in hand sanitizer.

As he waited, Ethan thought about his patients as he often did. One of his patients had really serious contamination anxiety, the sort that took control over a person’s life and caused them to scrub themselves over and over in an attempt to get rid of muck only they could feel. Ethan imagined what would happen if this particular patient were to be somewhere that the only option for relief was a portaloo. ‘His phobias are so strong,’ Ethan thought. ‘He may even find wetting himself to be more palatable…. Oh dear, what if he’s hurt himself holding it before because the toilet was too gross? He’s never mentioned that, but what if that’s just because it embarrasses him? I shouldn’t just randomly ask that if he doesn’t bring it up, but now I’m really wor—‘ 

“Ahhh, all better!” James announced brightly as he rushed to stand beside Ethan and grasp his arm. 

Ethan snapped out of his thoughts, reminding himself he wasn’t supposed to be stressing over his patients today. Especially not when he didn’t even KNOW if the problem he’d been thinking over actually existed or not. 

“James, was there a place for you to clean your hands off?” Ethan asked him, staring at the hand around his arm. 

“Um…” James turned back and forth. “Okay, there’s some hand sanitizer over there,” he said. 

“Go use it,” Ethan said. 

James walked away giggling. He was still laughing when he came back. “When’d you turn into a germaphobe?” 

“I didn’t!” Ethan protested. “I’m just really, really grossed out by those things. If anything, I think I may have coprophobia, which is the—” 

“I hope that doesn’t mean you’re gonna try and hold it all day…” said a voice from behind him. 

Ethan spun around to see Miles. “I’m not,” he lied. “I just don’t need it right now. It’s fine.” 

“Alright,” Miles said. “But, you remember that field trip in tenth grade, right?” 

James’s ears perked up. Ethan had mentioned once that he’d been desperate on a school trip and accidentally ran into the women’s bathroom, was THIS that incident? Was he going to get to hear more about it? 

“Yeah, I remember it,” Ethan said. “I promise, if it gets THAT bad today, I’ll go.” 

“I hope so,” Miles said. “Because I might not be able to save you this time.” 

James’s mind was buzzing. This sounded like it was probably a DIFFERENT incident than the women’s room one. And he couldn’t relate it to any of the tales of desperation Ethan had regaled him with when they were relaxing together, either. This was a story he hadn’t heard before, and one he WANTED to hear NOW. 

Except, he didn’t know how to ask about it without appearing TOO interested to Miles. He could ask Ethan later once they were back home, but then his curiosity would be killing him all day. 

Luckily, Ethan and Miles kept talking without James having to say a word. 

“Oh, you didn’t SAVE me,” Ethan said. 

“The Hell I didn’t,” Miles snorted. “Whole way through that dang zoo trip, you were muttering nonstop that you had to piss. I kept telling you to just go and you wouldn’t listen, kept saying you could ‘definitely hold it’. Next thing I know we’re behind the reptile house and you’re full-on crying to me that you can’t wait.” 

“I was NOT crying.” 

“I saw tears!” 

“It was sweat!” 

“Oh, I’m sure…” Miles said. “You got lucky as Hell that I’d gone ahead and saved my empty soda bottle for you.” 

James felt his cheeks heating painfully as he pictured younger Ethan (possibly crying) as he choked out his immense need for relief. He felt warm in his chest too at the idea of Miles thinking to save an empty bottle just in case Ethan’s mouth proved to be bigger than his bladder. 

“Well, I’m not gonna do it again,” Ethan said. “Like I said, if it’s THAT bad, I’ll use the stupid portaloo. But, I barely even need to go, so you don’t have to worry.” 

“… Alright…” Miles said hesitantly. “Just don’t come crying to me when it goes wrong. Again.” 

“I was NOT crying!” 

James laughed lightly to himself as they kept walking. He was sort of hungry, but he wanted to go on some of the rides first. Some of them didn’t look like they’d be wise to get on with a full stomach. He tried to pick one that he thought Ethan might join him on, but that was tricky. So many of them were super tall. 

In one of them, a person was locked inside a metal cage, spun around a whole bunch of times, lifted up super high and then slammed down almost against the ground before it started all over. 

Ethan would not enjoy that. 

But, putting him on it WOULD probably result in him getting his bladder empty without having to touch a portaloo… 

Not that THAT was a big concern right now. James could tell just by looking at Ethan that he wasn’t feeling the least bit desperate. 

Another ride was a cheap rollercoaster, it went pretty fast, but even its tallest hill wasn’t THAT high. “How about that one?” James asked Ethan, pointing at it. 

“Nah, we should DEFINITELY get Ethan on THAT thing,” Miles said, pointing to the spinning cage contraption. 

Ethan looked at that ride like it had just devoured his childhood dog and then spat on the remains. “No, we shouldn’t,” he said. “The rollercoaster is perfectly fine, James.” 

“Yay!” 

So, they went on the ride. Ethan did well with it, it wasn’t tall enough for him to get frightened. They went on a few more rides, none of them managing to make Ethan scream or flail. None giving James the opportunity to squeeze his hand. None giving Miles the chance to tease him. 

After a while, they were all pretty hungry. James insisted that Ethan try all manner of ridiculous deep fried items that had been lodged onto a stick. Ethan indulged him, hoping that doing so wouldn’t take too many years off of his life. 

Ethan also had some lemonade— They all did. But, when Miles and James went to take another pee break, Ethan chose again not to join them. “I hardly have to go,” he assured Miles when his friend gave him a concerned stare. 

That wasn’t completely true. Ethan didn’t have to go badly, but he definitely DID need to go. In all the time he’d spent playing holding games with James, Ethan had gotten more adept at gauging his level of need and how quickly it was likely to skyrocket. Right now, his bladder was full enough that the thrums and pangs inside of it were coming at a constant rate. He could no longer brush them aside and was always aware they were there, always cognizant of the slight irritation in his bladder’s sensitive walls. 

He was still hopeful, if not entirely confident, that he could hold it until they left. Odds were that he’d probably need to tell Miles to pull over the first chance he had, and Miles would likely give him some shit for it, but he wasn’t in any danger of disaster right now. This wasn’t like the zoo trip where he’d let his disgust for portable toilets overtake him until he needed a pee so badly he could hardly stand up and was… Okay, so maybe he WAS in tears… He wouldn’t let that happen again, he’d go before it reached that point. 

Once James and Miles had finished, they went on some more rides. James managed to convince Miles to go on the spinning cage thing with him, but Ethan had refused. “I’d need therapy afterwards,” he told James. 

“You ARE therapy,” James reminded, dashing off to join Miles in front of the ride. 

Ethan watched as his friends rode. Just looking at the cages jolting, spinning and twisting was making him feel nauseas. He could barely imagine what it must have been like inside of the thing. To say nothing of the immense height, being drug up so far into the air and spun around a bunch of times sounded like a nightmare. 

Picturing himself enduring it, Ethan became suddenly acutely aware that his bladder’s situation had worsened when a little flare of pressure pinched at his opening. He pressed his legs together, fidgeting just slightly where he stood. Quickly, the urge subsided, but it came back when he looked at the twirling cages again. Like, his fear of the ride was somehow having an effect on his bladder. 

‘That’s ridiculous,’ he thought. He knew the brain was a powerful thing, but he’d only peed himself out of fear one time before. It was just silly that his bladder would be acting up when the scary thing wasn’t even happening to HIM. 

Still, he couldn’t deny that he definitely needed the toilet a lot worse than he had a few minutes ago. There was a bit of a harsh pull inside him now, his urine trying to squeeze its way out and down the shaft of his penis. 

He turned around, no longer facing the ride, and squeezed his eyes closed. ‘You barely have to go,’ he told himself. ‘Only a little bit. You can wait until later. Don’t have to touch one of those grody things. 

Ethan spun back around when he heard James calling his name, stumbling away from the ride in a daze. 

Ethan then spent the next several minutes rubbing James’s shoulders for comfort as he leaned against a garbage can and tried not to let his stomach revolt against him. 

Once James was reasonably sure that he wasn’t going to be sick, and the world around him stopped swirling, he mumbled “I think I gotta pee again…” 

Miles had caught up. “Again? Didn’t you just go?” 

“Sometimes I have to go more if I get scared,” James said. “Ethan’s the same.” 

They went back to the toilet area, and Ethan’s bladder surged at the sight of it. His body recognized an opportunity for relief even if his brain didn’t want to. He looked a bit more closely at the area this time. Sometimes, places like this had outdoor urinals. He didn’t really like THOSE very much, either; They were really just big plastic structures with a small opening on each of the four sides to pee into. There was zero privacy, he really would just be pulling himself out and going where anyone walking by would see. But, it would definitely be LESS disgusting than one of the regular outdoor toilets. 

He scanned up and down the line of port-a-potties, trying to find the more appealing structure, but it didn’t look like they’d set up any urinals here. 

Ethan would just hold it then, he didn’t need to go THAT much. It was just… Just a constant, achey little spasm in his middle and a pulsating pressure at the tip of his cock. Not an emergency. It was okay. 

Ethan didn’t notice he’d been rocking on his feet until Miles said something. “Ethan,” he said. “What are you—“ 

“I was… Er… Trying to see if they had any of those outside urinals here,” Ethan admitted. He was hoping now that he’d just overlooked them and that Miles would point one out to him. 

“I don’t think they do,” Miles said. “If you need to go, you’re gonna have to—“ 

“I don’t need to go,” Ethan interrupted. “I— I mean… I do. But not that bad. I have it under control.” 

Miles sighed. “Ethan…” 

James returned, looking a lot less pale and shaky. He stared at Ethan, and the way his feet were bouncing. “Do you have to go, too?” 

“A little,” Ethan said. “Really. Guys. Stop worrying about it. I can wait.” 

Miles didn’t seem to believe him, but James nodded. “I’m sure you can! You’re good at holdi—“ He stopped himself when he saw Ethan’s eyes going very wide. “At— At… Everything. You are good at everything. So, that means you’re probably good at holding it. Not that I would know, or pay attention, or anything like that! I didn’t even know that you had a bladder until just now!” 

James was sure he’d managed to avert disaster, but when he turned Miles was giving him a very, very strange look again. “James, did you get TOO dizzy?” he asked. “You’re acting weird, even for you.” 

“I—I’m fine,” James said, blushing.

“Maybe we should sit down for a second,” Miles decided. 

They found a bench and took a seat. The redness in James’s cheeks didn’t die down. Neither did Ethan’s fidgeting. In fact, he grew more restless the longer they sat there. Now, away from the excitement of the carnival, Ethan didn’t have anything to distract himself from his bladder, and it was determined to make it very clear to him exactly how engorged and full he was. 

He crossed one leg over the other, rocking subtly. 

Or, at least, he’d thought it was subtle. 

“Ethan,” Miles said. “Go.” 

“I can wait,” Ethan promised. 

“We’re here to have fun,” Miles reminded. “How can you have any fun if you’re desperate to piss?” 

Ethan could think of a few answers to that, but he didn’t give any of them. 

James couldn’t stop himself from laughing, though. 

Miles tilted his head and regarded James with a great deal of concern. “Uh… James.” 

“Y—Y—Yes?” James asked between fits of giggles. 

“You good?” 

“Haha, yes!” James assured. “I’m fine! Why?” 

“Well, you’ve been saying weird things that don’t make sense, now you’re laughing at nothing… Did you hit your head when you were on that ride?” 

“Nope, I’m…. Laughing at Ethan,” James decided. “He’s… Being silly. And he’s doing a really cute dance, and—“ 

“Cu—“ 

“Funny,” James corrected himself. “I meant to say funny. Look at him, twisting his legs all up like that!” 

It was Ethan’s turn to blush. Before James could say anything else, Ethan shot to his feet. “O—Okay, I think that’s enough of a rest! Let’s— Let’s go do something else now.” 

“Like take you to the toilet before you break something?” Miles asked. 

“No,” Ethan groaned. “I’m okay, stop worrying about that. If you keep talking about it, you’ll just make me have to go badly for real.” 

Miles looked at Ethan as he jumped from foot to foot on his shaky, tense legs. He wasn’t sure why Ethan didn’t think he ALREADY had to ‘go badly for real’. “Okay…” he said. 

“Good,” Ethan stood still for a moment with his toes pointed together. All this discussion was brutal on his bladder and he really had to… He really had to stop thinking about peeing! The need had grown in the time he’d spent on the bench, his bladder spasming hard at startlingly quick intervals. 

He started walking, passing all the food stalls and a few of the rides they’d already been on. Biting down on his lip, he glanced around not too sure what he was actually looking for. Maybe there WERE some of those ever-so-slightly-more-hygienic, outdoor urinals here and they were just in a different area? 

Every few steps, his bladder would slosh hard against his sphincters and he would have to fight hard not to stop dead in his tracks and scissor his legs. 

An idea was beginning to half-form inside his head; The carnival was in a huge field, and at the outskirts of the field there were TONS of trees. Before he’d even consciously put the pieces together, he was walking off in that direction. His body started preparing for relief as soon as his eyes had locked onto a tree in the distance. God… Just the thought of unzipping in front of it and draining away all of these awful pangs… 

His daydream shattered to bits when Miles took hold of his wrist. “Where are you going? There isn’t anything that way.” 

Ethan opened his mouth to protest, to stammer “There’s trees! I can pee there! You said that you want me to pee, right?” But, something stopped him. If it had been James that grabbed him, then he didn’t think he’d have a problem explaining what he intended to do. It just didn’t feel the same with Miles. So, instead he said “Oh, yeah. I thought I saw something.” And he didn’t even allow himself to give the trees another look as he followed after Miles. 

It was okay, Ethan just had to make it to the end of the day. He could do that. He knew he could do that. 

An hour later Ethan was struggling hard not to pee dance too obviously as he, James and Miles played a few games. Twisting his legs together, jiggling on his toes, hopping urgently from one foot to the other, Ethan’s bladder was demanding that he MOVE. 

James could barely keep his eyes off the desperate man. His chest flamed with arousal, then tightened with sympathy. Two conflicting emotions battling for dominance inside him. He couldn’t deny that Ethan’s fidgeting and writhing was delicious to look at, but he still wished there was a way he could alleviate his poor partner’s suffering. 

The knowledge that Ethan was more or less doing this to himself made James feel a little less guilty about being entertained by his discomfort. 

Ethan kept shooting James pleading looks. If he and James had gone here by themselves, he’d have whispered, “I gotta go on a tree, I can’t take it anymore. Please, please come with me and keep watch!” ages ago. 

Soon, James was playing one of the games, he tossed a ball at a stack of bottles and knocked a few over. He turned back around. “There,” he said to Ethan. “Told you they weren’t all glued on.” 

“Th—The ones on the bottom of the pyramid are,” Ethan said breathlessly. “Th—They make it so you can knock down some of them to trick you into trying more times.” Ethan switched his legs around, leaning hard to one side. “No one would pay up if it was obvious it was impossible, so they have to make it LOOK like you can win.” His bladder throbbed harshly against his opening yet again, so he leaned in the opposite direction. “And all the bright lights and noises are distracting and cause sensory overload, s—so you’re less likely to make careful decisions.” 

Miles looked at Ethan’s flushed, pale face and the sweat running off it in sheets. “So… You gonna take a leak now, or are you just gonna keep psychoanalyzing people for playing carnival games?”

“Miles, come on,” Ethan said, his bladder felt like it was ballooning out inside of him. He snapped his legs together and bent forward ever so slightly. “I—If I was THAT desperate, I wouldn’t b—be ABLE to explain these things.” Pee sloshed to and fro as he continued to shift around. “You know I’m o—okay because I can still talk like this.”

Miles saw so many flaws in Ethan’s reasoning that he was unsure where to begin. 

James tossed his last ball at the remainder of the bottle pyramid, one more fell, but the bottom row remained stable. 

“Oh, so close!” the man running the game said. “One more ball and you would have had it! Let’s try again…” 

“See, James?” Ethan said, shimming his hips. His waistband was slicing hard into his bladder, the poor organ round and tense against the harsh fabric. “Th—This guy’s trying to connect with you and get you into a competitive m—mindset,” he explained. Oh, God… If he could just unbutton his pants, he’d be able to wait WAY longer… 

James paid the guy anyway, “It’s fun, though!” he said, picking up another ball. 

Ethan stepped closer to the game booth, he uncrossed his legs and bent forward over the counter, crotch pressing up against it. That gave him a tiny smidge of relief, but it wasn’t enough. He thought his waist was pretty well hidden now, no one would notice if he were to… He unfastened the button on his pants, his poor bladder was able to breathe again and a rush of air left his lungs. 

James quickly fired all of the balls, and again failed to knock over the entire tower of bottles. “Awww,” he said. He’d done well enough to win a small, plush octopus. He held it out for Ethan to see as they walked away. 

“Y—You just spent fifty dollars f—for that,” Ethan pointed out. The release of his button had brought him a momentary reprieve from his desperation, but starting to move again had brought it back full-force. 

“And YOU are about to wet your pants because you won’t use a toilet,” Miles said. “You’re ALSO ‘not making careful decisions,’” he echoed Ethan’s words from earlier. 

“I’m not going to wet myself,” Ethan said, and a harsh spasm buzzed through his bladder, as if to ask him ‘Are you sure?’ He stopped momentarily, crossing his legs and fisting a hand into the fabric of his pants— Dangerously close to gripping his crotch. “Nnnh… A—And, the portaloos aren’t toilets… Not really, anyway. I’ll go once we leave, I can wait. It’s getting sort of late anyway.” 

“It is,” James agreed. “Let’s do one more thing…” He thought for a moment. There was something he’d wanted to do with Ethan for a while. But, he wasn’t sure if Ethan would agree to it. It was pretty cheesy, and it involved being up kind of high… “Ethan, can we go on the ferris wheel? I wanna watch the sunset on it with you!” 

Ethan could see the big, towering ferris wheel off in the distance. It looked really tall from here, but he thought he’d be okay. Besides, it was a gentle ride, it would be nice and easy on his full bladder. Plus, it would be over quickly, then he could dash to the car and Miles would find him a bathroom. 

All in all, he’d be at a toilet in around half an hour, he figured. He could manage thirty more minutes. Maybe even a tiny bit more. “Okay,” he said. 

The group made it to the ride. Ethan was so worn out after dragging his full bladder over to it that he barely had time to register how much taller the wheel looked now that they were close to it before they boarded it. 

Once they started to lift off the ground, Ethan kept one hand glued to the safety bar, and the other finally worked its way between his thighs, leaving none left for James to hold. James instead opted to lean against Ethan’s side, eliciting a tiny squeak from him. 

“Ahh— James— M—Move your elbow!” Ethan burst out in a panic, squeezing his eyes closed. 

James adjusted so he was no longer accidentally jabbing Ethan in the bladder and relaxed into him again. 

Miles shook his head, “Ethan, once we’re off this thing, I am going to FORCE you to use a damned bathroom. I’ll drag you there if I have to.”

“Y—You don’t have to,” Ethan said. “W—We’re leaving after this one, remember? Just pull over at the first place you see and I’ll be fine.” 

Miles rolled his eyes, “Okay…” he said. “But, you’d better not go in my car.” 

“I won’t!” Ethan said. He writhed against the seat, accidentally causing it to rock. As they rode higher, that feeling of motion made terror seize him. The fear went straight to his bladder, which made his squirm more, which made the seat rock more, which made him more scared, which— 

“Oh, open your eyes, Ethan— And just look straight ahead! Don’t look down!” James said once they were at the top. 

Ethan’s eyes timidly opened. He was staring out at the sunset, and it really was a gorgeous sight. It felt good to be watching it with James resting so calmly against him. If only Ethan could rest calmly, too! His bladder was really thrashing now, and he couldn’t wait to be back on the ground so that he’d finally be one step closer to relieving it! 

Drip… 

Ah! A tiny spurt had just forced its way out, and Ethan hadn’t even felt it coming! Panicked, he tightened his hold on his cock and— And looked down to see if anything was visible and— And LOOKED DOWN. 

No, no, they were so high up! A fall from this height would be deadly for sure! They were too high, Ethan wanted down! His bladder shook, and he leaked again, this time from fear. 

James heard Ethan’s heartbeat ramping up from where he rested on his chest. James reached to put his hand over the hand Ethan had on the safety bar. “Aw, it’s okay… Look at the sunset! Don’t look down.” 

Ethan calmed down a little, but only for a second, because a harsh metallic creak sounded from the wheel and then it completely stopped moving. 

Ethan was trapped at the very top of the wheel, and his bladder was full to overflowing. 

Immediately, he was pushed into panic-mode. The background noise of the carnival seemingly became louder as his mind focused more and more on his unbearable need for release. He trembled and shook. He’d told James earlier that he figured these rides probably had technical issues often, and he’d been right. Now he was going to have to suffer through one at the worst possible time. 

Nervous, James stood up a little and looked down to the operating booth. The employees were frantically pressing buttons, trying to solve whatever problem they were having. “I— I think we’re stuck…” 

Ethan spun to his other side to stare at Miles. Just like on that field trip years ago, there were tears visible in his eyes. Miles wasn’t sure if they were from desperation or fear. 

“Miles, PLEASE tell me you have a bottle, or a cup, or— Or— ANYTHING?” Ethan begged. 

Ah. Desperation then… Miles shook his head. “Sorry… I should have saved the cups from the lemonades, I guess. I—“ 

Ethan shuddered. If they didn’t get this thing fixed in two minutes, there was no way he’d make it to a bathroom. There was no way he’d even make it to one of the portaloos he’d been refusing to use all day. He was going to burst. He was going to explode. 

He should have gone earlier! He should have used the stupid portaloo when he’d had the chance! He should have just told Miles that he was gonna piss on a tree, Miles wouldn’t have judged him or told him not to! He should have gone earlier! He should have! 

James stroked a hand down Ethan’s arm. “I—I’m sorry, this is my fault. I suggested this.” 

“I—It’s not,” Ethan said. “It’s mine…” very nervously, he moved his other hand off the safety bar to get a better grip on his dick. Immediately, panic whirled through him as he now felt a lot less stable and secure up here. The hand flew back to the bar, but now he didn’t have enough pressure against his crotch and was starting to leak little drops. “Ahhh— I— I should have just peed before…” 

James could tell what Ethan’s dilemma was in regards to his hands. He immediately thought of a solution, but Miles was here… “Miles… Um… I’m gonna do something weird now, okay? I know it’s weird, but I want to help Ethan, that’s all.” 

“What are you gonna—“ 

James reached and cupped his hand over Ethan’s groin, squeezing. “Does this make it easier?” 

“Yesss….” Ethan hissed out. “Don’t let go of me…” 

Miles watched for a second, then looked away, feeling as though he were intruding on something extremely private. But, for some reason he didn’t think it was THAT weird. ‘I mean, James’s touched him there tons of times before, I’m sure. He’s just doing it for a different reason now. No big deal.’ He supposed it would be weird for HIM to do that for Ethan, but that was just because they weren’t together and he’d never had his hand on Ethan’s private parts before. It was almost sort of normal when it was James. 

James added his other hand, so now Ethan had three hands pressing into his crotch to hold his flood at bay. Ethan’s hips bucked into the much needed pressure. James felt some warmth beneath his palms, indicating Ethan had sprung a leak at some point, but he didn’t dare let go. “You can do it, Ethan…” 

“James, I’m gonna explode…” Ethan mumbled, miserable. His eyes were clamped shut, one hand gripping the safety bar until his knuckles whitened, the other squished against his dick. Even with the addition of James’s hands, he was barely hanging on. 

James was looking down, he wasn’t even scared of heights and the distance to the ground was still a little freaky. He just kept staring, wishing there was some way he could get Ethan down there onto the stable grass below them… 

Underneath the ferris wheel, directly below where they were sitting, was nothing but grass and dirt. The operating booth was a little bit to the side, all the different seats were spaced out from each other, no one was underneath them. Nothing but grass and dirt. 

“Ethan, just go over the side,” James said. “It’ll all land in the grass, and no one will be able to see what you’re doing from up here.” 

Ethan’s eyes peeled open. He shook hard. He could go over the side, of course! He glanced down to work his zipp— And froze in terror, snapping his eyes back up to the sky. 

“If you’re scared about hitting somebody, that shouldn’t happen… Unless there’s a really inconvenient gust of wind, maybe,” James said. “It will be fi—“ 

“James,” Ethan gritted out. “I. Can’t. Look. Down.” 

James blinked. “Ohhh… Yeah. You’re gonna have to do that to pee…” He smiled. “But, I don’t mind looking down FOR you!” 

“James, what—“ 

James ran a finger along Ethan’s zipper, and he got the idea. Immediately, he was nodding his head frantically. “Hurry!” 

“Okay,” James said. “Miles, I’m gonna do something ELSE weird now, but it’s ONLY because I want to help Ethan feel better!” 

Miles HADN’T figured out what James was planning yet. “Er… You gonna tell him which direction to aim his thing in?” he guessed. 

“Um… Something like that,” James said. He gently moved Ethan’s hand from his crotch, immediately hearing a sharp hiss as a quick spurt left his bladder. “Just a second.” he promised, lowering Ethan’s zipper for him— He’d noticed Ethan’s button was ALREADY unfastened. 

He reached into Ethan’s pants and retrieved his member. 

“N—Now?” Ethan begged the very second he felt James’s hand wrap around his length. 

“Not yet,” James said, pulling Ethan’s dick out and aiming it down. “N—“ 

Ethan was pissing before James could get the word out. In a moment of pure bliss, the floodgates slammed open and a hot rush of pale yellow urine pumped its way from his tip. The raging waterfall poured down to where it hopefully made contact with the grass so far beneath them. “Ahhhhhh….” he moaned. 

All of this had happened too quickly for Miles to turn back around. ‘Oh… That’s… That’s what he’s gonna do. Okay…’ This was… Weird. Miles couldn’t lie to himself, he’d never seen a guy aim another guy’s piss stream for him before, but he supposed if Ethan was too scared of the height to do it himself… 

He realized the weird part wasn’t just that they were doing this, but how nonchalant they were about it. They’d both just pretty much… Accepted that this was going to happen, and no hesitation had existed for them. Miles thought he’d feel at least a TINY bit embarrassed to hold someone’s bits while they peed, or have them hold HIS bits while he peed. 

Maybe it was just because they’d been intimate together? James had touched Ethan before for other things, so touching him now for this wasn’t so awkward. Miles didn’t know, he didn’t think he’d want any of his ex girlfriends doing this with him, then again, he also didn’t think he’d ever been as desperate as Ethan had gotten today. 

Ethan was lost in a world of relief, clutching the safety bar hard with both hands, fearing that the light, jelly-like quality his body was taking on would make him slip out of his seat. His poor bladder was finally getting to eject everything that had accumulated in it throughout the day, and it felt amazing. 

James was having a bit of a problem though. There were certain things that turned him ALL the way on right away, like flipping a switch. Those things included; hearing Ethan moan, watching Ethan pee, hearing Ethan moan WHILE he peed because he’d really needed to go, touching Ethan’s dick, aiming Ethan’s dick while he peed… 

Basically, everything that was happening right now was the type of thing to get James hard in seconds. But, this was a really, really bad time to get hard. He tried to think unsexy thoughts, but that wasn’t easy when everything in front of him was so unbelievably hot. Fire was coursing through his body, and he felt his dick twitching, blood rushing to exactly where he DIDN’T want it to go. 

Finally, Ethan was done pissing, and James was hard as a rock, feeling like just the slightest hint of stimulation would be enough to make him cum in his pants. It would be bad enough to have an erection here in public with only Ethan around to notice. Ethan would know why he was so stiff and wouldn’t judge him. 

Miles was here though, and James didn’t think he’d understand at all. 

With his back to Miles to hide his erection, James stuffed Ethan back into his pants and zipped him up. Then he folded his hands over his lap and the MASSIVE problem he needed to conceal, and stared out at the darkened sky. “F—Feel better?” he asked Ethan. 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “Thank you…” He noticed James’s twitchy, anxious demeanor, heard the choked quality in his voice. Without looking down, he knew his boyfriend’s hands were probably covering his lap… He knew what was going through James’s mind now, because it was the same thing going through his own; That Miles would somehow find out this one, unusual fact about them now and would feel awkward hanging out with them for the rest of time. 

Ethan could diffuse this, maybe… He’d probably do a better job than James had been doing today. 

“Sorry about that, James,” Ethan said. “I’m sure that felt uncomfortable for you. I’m glad you still did it, though. Hope it wasn’t too gross.” 

James looked at him oddly for a second. “What do— Ohh, yeah. It was a little bit strange. But, what was I supposed to do? I didn’t want you to have an accident!” 

“You got lucky again, Ethan,” Miles said finally. “What would you have done if it was just me and you up here? ‘Cause, no offense, but I’m NOT gonna touch your thing. I don’t care HOW bad you need to piss.” 

Ethan reddened. “Th—That’s fine, Miles,” he said. “You were right. I should have listened.” 

A few minutes later, the ferris wheel started moving again and they were back on the ground. No one made any comments about random ‘rainfall’ happening while they’d been in the air, so Ethan knew none of his piss had ended up where he didn’t want it to… Save for the clammy, damp patches he could feel in his boxers. 

James was still covering his crotch, so Miles asked if he had to go again. 

James DID, but also didn’t think he’d be able to piss right now considering how hard his dick was. He’d have to calm it down first… But, there was no way he was gonna jerk off in a portaloo while in public. “No,” he said, knowing he’d be begging for a stop the minute his cock softened up. 

“Alright, let’s go then,” Miles said. “You guys have fun?” 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “I actually liked a few of the rides. My favorite was the roller coaster” 

“I had lots of fun,” James agreed. 

He’d have to tell Ethan later which ride had been HIS favorite, once they had privacy.

I wonder when Miles is gonna catch on.

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Written for the Omovember prompt "Wetting A Skintight Outfit"

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Ethan stood before James wearing a tight, black latex suit that covered him from his neck to his crotch. His arms and legs were completely bare. He also wore a cat-ear headband and a very furious blush. “J—James… I…” He looked down, his hands were positioned in front of his crotch, trying to hide how prominent his bulge looked in this thing. “This costume is a little… Revealing…”

“I know,” James said. “That’s why I picked it out for you!” He was dressed up as well, and his own costume was a little skimpy too. But, the nurse outfit he had on at least had a pair of shorts… 

Ethan was basically wearing a leotard that was at least two sizes too small for him. He kept worrying that ‘something’ might start poking out the side of one of the leg holes. He’d agreed that he’d wear a sexy outfit for James this Halloween, but this was a bit more than he’d had in mind. 

Or, a bit ‘less’, rather. 

“I— I just…” Even Ethan’s shoulders were turning red! Easy to see since the costume didn’t cover them up at all. “I’m not… I don’t typically dress this way.” 

“It’s Halloween,” James said. “You’re supposed to dress differently today.” 

“True, but…” Ethan worried on his lip. If their plan for the night was to just stay inside together, he wouldn’t mind the outfit. He was okay with James seeing him dressed so provocatively, and he definitely liked how much James was staring at him. But… “I… Um… Is it okay if I wear shorts on top?” he asked. “Just— Just while we’re at Miles’s party.” 

“Of course that’s okay,” James said. “Do what makes you feel comfortable. I picked that suit out before I knew we were gonna be invited anywhere tonight.” 

Ethan smiled gratefully. He went back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of shorts. This was still significantly more skin than he usually showed out of the house. His typical garb of long pants and long sleeved shirts kept him mostly covered up from head to toe. He was going to feel a little strange just having his arms and lower legs exposed, but it was better than having the bulge of his dick on full, obvious display all night. 

He came back out, James was still smiling at him, though Ethan was sure HE’D preferred the outfit WITHOUT the addition of the shorts. 

Ethan tugged at the neckline of his costume. This thing was so tight, it didn’t give his body much room to breathe. He hoped it wouldn’t be too warm at Miles’s party, otherwise he’d have a lot of sweat trapped against his skin and would likely wake up with an itchy rash in the morning. “You got the right size, didn’t you?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” James said. “But, it’s supposed to fit tight. If you’re too uncomfortable, you can take it off and wear something else.” 

“I’m okay,” Ethan said. “I’ll get used to it.” He honestly wasn’t looking forward to taking it off. Getting it on had been a tremendous hassle. The suit zipped up the back, and he had barely been able to reach it himself. And the thing pulled so tautly that even with James’s help, they’d had some difficulty getting the zipper to close up all the way. Pulling it back down was probably going to be just as hard. 

“Okay,” James said, hugging him. “You look fantastic,” he informed, running a hand along Ethan’s chest, twirling his finger against one of his nipples, which was visibly protruding against the tight material covering it. 

Ethan’s eyes widened at the sensation, as clear and intense as if James were doing this while he was shirtless. He supposed that was one advantage of the suit… “Eheh, thank you…” He said. “Let’s go.” 

Ethan wasn’t used to wearing revealing clothes, and he also wasn’t used to going to parties. Large social gatherings weren’t easy for him. They were exceedingly stressful. He never knew what to say when he was around a whole bunch of people, always certain that saying just one wrong thing would leave him ostracized. 

James didn’t quite ‘get’ this issue of Ethan’s. James thought Ethan always said the RIGHT things, and he understood people so well! He should have been at home when surrounded by them, but he wasn’t… 

James and Ethan arrived early to help Miles set up for the party. Miles glanced at James’s bare chest in his unbuttoned nurse’s coat and barely reacted. But, when he saw Ethan in his skin-tight leotard and tiny shorts, he stared. 

Ethan cringed and shuffled his feet. “I— James wanted me to be a sexy cat…” he said. 

“And you are!” James smiled brightly. He nibbled his lip. He may be pushing Ethan too far by dressing him up this way… 

But, Ethan smiled back at him. “I’m happy that you like it,” he told him. 

In Miles’s kitchen, they helped him set out all of the snacks, and Miles was speaking softly with Ethan. James could barely hear what they were saying. “Try not to get too freaked out tonight,” he said. “I know there are gonna be a lot of strangers around you, but if you just say ‘hello’, they’ll like you. I promise.” 

Ethan was nodding, nervously gripping his wrist with the opposite hand. “I— I know…” he sighed. “It’s so easy introducing myself to my patients and making a connection there, but anywhere else, I just…” 

“I know.” 

James listened. Ethan had been all kinds of shy when they’d first met. He’d been MORE than shy, even. Sort of… Closed off. James remembered how Ethan used to always cross his arms in front of himself when he talked to James— And he remembered Ethan mentioning much, much later that folding one’s arms like that was a subconscious defensive gesture, an attempt at putting up a wall. “Sometimes I notice some of my patients doing that during the first few sessions,” he’d said. “I notice that, and spread myself out some so they’ll sense how open and welcoming I am.” 

And James had thought ‘But, do you notice when YOU do it…?’ 

Looking back, Ethan did that defensive arm thing all the time when he met someone new that wasn’t a patient. 

Ethan had finished setting out all the bowls, he stood beside James and leaned against him. “My arms are so cold in this thing…” he said. 

“I guess they would be, you normally have them totally covered up even when it’s Summer,” James said. He stroked one of Ethan’s arms. “You should leave them exposed more often, I love your biceps.” 

Ethan laughed, “James, I don’t have biceps. My arms are noodles.” 

“They’re sexy noodles.” 

“Haha, what does that even mean?” 

James smiled. Ethan seemed more at ease now. James decided to stay by his boyfriend’s side as much as possible tonight. He probably wouldn’t feel so shy standing next to someone that could talk for hours about nothing. 

*** 

The party had begun, friends Miles knew from his college days began to file in, and Ethan was getting anxious again. Some of them probably thought his costume was weird. Or, worse, that he didn’t have the body for it… 

James was paying a lot of attention to him, he saw Ethan starting to hold his arms as more people arrived, so he tapped on his bare shoulder. 

Ethan jumped. “Hm?” 

“You’re crossing your arms,” James said. 

“…So?” 

“You told me that means that you’re feeling all defensive and stuff,” James reminded. 

Ethan slowly unfolded them. “S—So I did…” he said. He really needed to stop teaching James things like that… He felt suddenly so much more vulnerable with his arms by his sides! He had the overwhelming urge to cross them again. He needed something to busy his hands with so that he couldn’t do that anymore. 

He walked to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of punch. There. He couldn’t fold his arms if he was holding onto a cup! He took a long sip, the sweet juice tasted delicious. He took another sip. And another. 

And before he knew it, his cup was empty and he needed to refill it. 

Half an hour, and three more cups later, Ethan was stood beside James as they talked to a woman Miles was friends with. Well, James was talking, Ethan was mostly just standing there. Every time he thought he had something to contribute to the conversation, a part of him would insist that whatever he’d been about to say was probably stupid. So, he stayed quiet. 

James nudged his side. “Ethan…” he urged. “We’re talking about your favorite movies! Don’t you wanna say something?” 

Ethan lowered his fruit punch cup from his mouth. “Er—- Yes,” he said. “S—Sorry, m—my mouth was full. The punch is really good. Have you had some” he asked the woman. 

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s good… So, you like sci-fi too?” 

Ethan nodded. This was a topic he could talk about! He let himself speak on and on about all his favorite films, and his favorite scenes from those films, and how he’d gotten to see the director’s cut of his all-time favorite movie recently, how exciting that had been, and… Slowly, he started to worry that the woman thought he was a weird dork, and he went quiet again. 

But, the woman picked up right where he left off. At first, he was delighted, then he wondered if she was just humoring him. 

‘Oh, for God’s sake, Ethan,’ he told himself. ‘You’re a therapist! You should be able to recognize when your own thoughts are irrational. These fears are unfounded, merely a product of your—‘ 

“Ethan was super silly at the theater when we saw the director’s cut, too,” James giggled. 

“Oh?” the woman asked.

“He drank a big, big cup of soda and didn’t want to get up and miss anything,” James explained. 

The woman didn’t react for a second, then she cupped a hand over her mouth and laughed. “Ohhhh, yeah. I guess that would cause a problem…” 

Ethan thought he should probably be annoyed at James for bringing THAT part up, but the rest was just happy James had made her laugh. She was more likely to enjoy their company if she thought they were funny. 

Ethan’s cup was empty again, so he went to refill it. 

Another half hour later, Ethan was feeling the effects of all that punch. He whispered to James that he was going to pee and headed for the restroom. Once he was at the toilet, he pulled down his shorts, and— 

Hmmm… 

Right, the leotard didn’t have a zipper at the crotch, it just had the one that went up his back. He remembered his earlier fear that his… stuff might accidentally come out one of the sides, so he tried to pull his dick out through one of the leg holes. The material was too tight for that, and he very quickly gave up when a sharp pinch assailed his length. 

He was going to have to unzip the whole thing. 

He reached around his back, feeling for the pull tab. When his fingers grazed it, he gripped it tightly and yanked down. 

And, immediately, an icy shot of fear went through him. 

He’d expected to have a little bit of trouble getting it down, but just now he hadn’t managed to budge it at all. 

Suddenly, the costume felt a lot tighter than it had a minute ago, especially around his abdomen. Additionally, his bladder instantly felt a great deal fuller… It was an uncomfortable boulder sitting firmly between his hip bones, aching for release that he couldn’t give it. 

Being in front of a toilet just made it worse. 

There was no reason to panic just yet, though. He was getting ahead of himself. He’d needed James’s assistance zipping the thing UP, so of course he’d need help getting it back DOWN. He just had to go get James. 


Ethan pulled his shorts up and exited the restroom, finding himself back in the hallway. Now, where had James gone off to? He’d half-expected him to be right there at the bathroom door, anticipating the sound of Ethan relieving his bladder. He’d half-expected to see him standing there with a confused and disappointed look on his face since he hadn’t gotten to hear any hissing or satisfied sighs yet. 

But, instead the hall was vacant. 

Ethan hurried back into the living room, his bladder getting painfully knocked around as he searched for James in the crowd of people. He was realizing now that he’d waited too long to attempt his toilet break, or maybe that punch was just all of the sudden deciding to move through him a lot faster. He felt immensely more eager to go than he had just moments before. He’d begun to wriggle his hips uncontrollably, an action that made him grateful for the shorts he had on. Every few steps, he’d pause and clench his thighs together, hissing through his teeth. 

At last, he found James in the kitchen with Miles. Ethan’s bladder was so annoyed by all the pushing and shoving he’d had to do to get through the crowd that he felt tingles of need flaring down his length and pulsing sharply at his urethra. He rocked on his heels as he called to James. 

James scampered over to him and gave him a kiss. “There you are!” he said. “All better now?” 

Ethan blushed, wary of Miles being right there… But, that was probably a normal thing to say to someone after they’d used the toilet, right? “Er… No…” Ethan’s bare knees rubbed together. “I sorta need some help with the costume…” 

“Hm?” Miles asked, coming closer. “What’s the matter?” 

Ethan reddened further, starting to jiggle. “I… Er… I can’t get my costume off, and I have to use the bathroom.” 

“Ah,” Miles said. “Is it bad, because I was just about to—“ 

“Look how squirmy he is!” James interrupted. “Poor thing’s bursting!” 

“James…” Ethan mumbled in a warning tone. 

And now Miles was scrutinizing him. Ethan clenched his eyes closed with embarrassment as Miles’s gaze traveled all over his tense body, his crossed legs, his bouncing feet… “Yeah, you’d better hurry, Ethan,” he said finally. “I’ll wait ’til you’re done.” 

Ethan sighed, grateful that he was at least gonna get to pee first. He and James had to go back through the living room now, though. It was even worse the second time around, because now Ethan’s bladder knew that relief lay on the other side of the sea of people. Miles had invited way too many friends. Ethan’s abdomen was getting elbowed every few feet, sending sharp, shooting spasms all through his bladder. All at once, he was seized with the terror that he might get jabbed one too many times in JUST the wrong spot, and have an accident right in front of all these people! 

“Excuse us,” James kept saying as he helped Ethan walk. “Sorry, sorry…” 

Once they’d made it to the restroom door, Ethan’s breath was all coming in short, choppy gasps. He lurched a hand out and gripped the knob. 

But, of course, now it just HAD to be locked… 

Ethan stepped back and leaned hard against the wall. He continued to hop in place as he waited. 

“Oh, it really IS bad, huh?” James asked. 

“Y—Yeah,” Ethan agreed. Bad didn’t even cover it… The pressure was so strong it was making his knees knock. And the tight material of his costume was pulverizing the life out of his bladder.“Get the suit off as fast as you can, alright?” 

“I will,” James promised. 

They continued to wait. 

After a couple more minutes, Ethan was holding his cock. Or, at least, he was TRYING to. The thick leather encasing his dick made it very difficult to get a decent grip. 

Finally, the door opened. Ethan rushed in as soon as the previous occupant was out of the way, James followed him at a much calmer pace. 

Ethan bobbed up and down, still grappling for purchase over his crotch. “Hurry…” 

James did, he reached for the zipper at Ethan’s neckline and tugged it… 

And it didn’t move at all. 

He tugged again, a little harder. 

Nothing. 

He gripped it tightly and pulled as hard as he could. 

Ethan was still trapped. 

“J—James?” Ethan asked, panic clear in his voice. 

“It’s— I can’t get it down,” James cried. “It’s not moving. I think it’s caught, or jammed, or—“ 

“James, please don’t tease me right n—“ 

“I’m not teasing you,” James promised, gently rubbing Ethan’s back as he doubled over. “It’s really stuck!” 

The hands on Ethan’s crotch loosened for just a second as he spun around. It was just as he’d feared. That zipper wasn’t going to come apart. 

“H—Here’s what I’ll do,” James said, chest clenching at the horror on Ethan’s face. “I’m gonna go to the kitchen, and I’m gonna get the big steak-knife, okay? Then, I’ll cut around the crotch of the costume, and—“ 

“James, don’t you DARE stick a knife anywhere near there!” 

“… Yeah, that’s probably a bad idea,” James agreed. “I should cut it apart from the top, right?” 

Ethan started to step in place, his hands kneading themselves against his dick. “W—We had to take you to the minor emergency room once because you managed to impale yourself with a butter-knife. Any idea involving you using a knife is—-“ A wave of urine seemed to press itself right up against his exit, he folded even further in half, his hips shaking in tiny, helpless motions against his clutching hands. “Ahhh— Just— Just, no knives, James.” 

“Okay,” James said. He opened the medicine cabinet. “Maybe Miles has, like, vaseline or something we can use for lube.” He giggled. “Eheh, hope no one was walking by the door right when I said that!” 

Ethan forced a smile. He really wasn’t in much of a laughing mood right now. He was only in the mood to do one thing; pee. And until he did that, he couldn’t process anything else. 
James grinned. “Yay!” He turned around and showed Ethan the tub of vaseline he’d retrieved. “We’ll have you out of there real fast now!” 

Ethan nodded, “Please…” he grunted. “Hurry.” It was pure torture being in this room, the toilet RIGHT THERE, as he tried to withhold the contents of his brimming bladder. 

James came around to his back again, and he gently started to dab vaseline onto the teeth of the zipper. He was unsure how much he could really TOUCH Ethan right now without making him leak. 

The answer to that came a moment later when a hiss filled the room and was immediately followed by an anguished noise from Ethan’s throat. There was then a splash as his loss of control made it to the floor. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” James said after the noise had ceased. “Just a few more minutes, you’re gonna make it…” 

James tried the zipper, and both of them breathed sighs of relief when it started to move… Only for it to get stuck again barely an inch down. 

“Nnnnh, come oooon!” Ethan moaned. 

James went back to rubbing on more vaseline. He tugged the zipper again, and it still didn’t move. He tugged harder and harder, accidentally pulling the material of Ethan’s costume even more firmly into his bladder. 

“J—James!” Ethan yelped, as another spurt exited him. “James! You’re— You’re squeezing me!” 

James stopped. “S—Sorry…” He let go, tried the vaseline again. 

It didn’t work, and as soon as James yanked on the zipper, Ethan was whimpering and dribbling. His poor bladder was coming apart, it couldn’t handle so much squishing. “Er…” James kept thinking. “Soap,” he decided. “Soap works too!” 


Of course, Miles had soap in the bathroom, and it didn’t take much effort to find it. The issue now was that James would have to get the bar wet for it to be useful— He was going to have to turn on the tap. “Ethan, I need to run it under the sink for a second…” he warned. 

Ethan was already squeezing his dick harder in preparation. 

But, that wasn’t enough. 

The water began to hiss into the basin, splashing against the material in a way that sounded way too much like the noise pee made when it struck a urinal. Ethan doubled over again, but this would prove to be his undoing as he only succeeded in crushing his bladder. 

“Ahhh—!” Ethan gasped, the walls of his bladder collapsing inwards like a poorly constructed building, all at once the pressure became an acute, bright point of pain at his opening, and then suddenly vanished entirely as his piss started to gush with a force he’d never even felt before in his life. “Hhhaaaa—-“ he moaned, momentarily so overcome by how much BETTER he felt that he didn’t realize he was having an accident. He couldn’t process the warmth seeping around his crotch, the ear-splitting hiss of the leather becoming drenched, the sheer lack of control he had over any of it. All he could process was that his bladder no longer felt like it was going to explode. 

Then, he understood that the reason for that was that it had ALREADY exploded. His eyes shot open and, desperate not to wet Miles’s floor too badly, he collapsed onto the toilet seat with another loud moan. He did not allow his bladder to continue draining, he didn’t make the conscious decision to give up and just let it happen. It was no longer up to him, nothing he could have tried would have plugged his floodgates shut, he had utterly and completely exhausted the capacity of his holding muscles. His body was calling all of the shots now. 

James’s eyes were blown wide, and he was sure he hadn’t even blinked since the second Ethan had finally popped. He was also sure this was the fastest he’d ever managed to go from flaccid to completely hard. The way the crotch of Ethan’s costume glistened and gleamed as it became more and more soaked, the look of utter relief and exhaustion on his face, the way he kept twitching as he sat there on the bowl, body jolting as more and more piss slammed out of him… And the SOUND, just… So much hissing. The sloshing as the urine landed into the bowl, the high pitched hssssss as it jetted into the leather material, and on top of all that, Ethan’s MOANS… 

James’s own costume felt tight now… His dick was just so hard… God, he had to touch himself, he NEEDED to touch himself, but he made himself hold back, his pulse running wild as Ethan continued emptying. 

Ethan’s eyes cracked open just slightly. His face was pink, clammy with sweat, his hair all out of place. “James… You… If…” he gasped out. He was feeling a little faint, out of breath… And he knew was probably driving James CRAZY right now. “If you… If you like this… Go ahead an’… An’ touch yourself…” 

James didn’t argue with that. He was surprised Ethan would ASK for this at Miles’s house, with a party taking place just outside the door. Maybe Ethan had just realized James needed THIS as bad as Ethan had needed a piss… James unzipped himself and pulled out his erect cock. It was a relief not to have it confined and cramped inside his pants anymore. Right away, he was pumping himself for all he was worth. “Mmmmfff…” he moaned, biting his lip to keep from making as much noise as he WANTED to. Ethan was making enough of those sounds for both of them, if James joined in, everyone outside would have a… Maybe not SO different idea of what they were up to in here. 

Ethan leaned back hard against the toilet tank. “Ahhh… I dun’…” he felt so bleary, he barely remembered where he was. “I don’t even care that I’m wetting myself, it just… Feels so good…” 

James didn’t know if Ethan was delirious from the relief and just muttering to himself, or if he was deliberate trying to get James even hornier than he already was. Either way, James ALREADY felt close to cumming, unsure if he’d be able to hold it back even one more minute. “Ahnnn—“ he mewled as softly as he could. “Ethan— I’m gonna—“ 

Ethan parted his legs, and now James could SEE the stream still gushing from between them. “Do it h—here…” Ethan said. “It will make less of a mess…” 

James positioned himself between Ethan’s legs, and with as forcefully as Ethan was spraying, his pee started to land on James’s dick, the heat and vibration of it, the mere fact that it was Ethan’s piss that was striking him, made James cum so hard his eyes rolled back in his head and his entire body convulsed. “Faaaaahhhh!” James exclaimed, unable to keep himself quiet anymore. Semen spurted from his tip and into the bowl, his cock twitching and jolting as he finished. 

Ethan himself finished a few seconds later. James stumbled backwards against the wall, appearing far more disheveled than he had mere minutes before. Ethan kept sitting there on the toilet, struggling to catch his breath and readjust to how it felt not to be so full of urine, and to reflect on… Everything that had just happened. 

What in the world had come over him? They weren’t at home! This was the exact wrong place to have done… ANY of that! 

He’d just been… God, the relief of letting it flow… It had driven him to temporary insanity, that was it. He drew his legs back together, feeling the squishy dampness of his accident. 

Right. He was drenched now. And he still couldn’t get out of his stupid costume… At least the outfit was black, and once he put the shorts back on, no one would notice the way his crotch shimmered. He definitely SMELLED of urine right now, though. 

Once he felt like he could trust his legs enough to stand up, and was confident he probably wasn’t going to drip too much more, he rose from the toilet and leaned against James, sagging into his body with exhaustion. There was a lot he wanted to say, but all that came out was another relieved sigh. “Ahhhhh…” 

James rubbed his arm. “That was… So much…” he said, kissing him. “It’s… It’s okay that you didn’t make it…” 

Ethan looked away, “Yeah, I could tell that you didn’t mind…” he exhaled again. “I feel so much better, James…” 

“I hope so!” James said.

Ethan wriggled, his crotch was starting to chafe a bit now. He grabbed the shorts from the floor and tugged them back on. “Er… What next? I’m… Not so sure I want to go out and talk to people right now.” 

“It’s okay, it’s late,” James yawned. “And I’m real tired all of the sudden… Maybe ‘cause you just made me cum so hard that I saw stars. I dunno.” 

Ethan blushed harder. “M—Might have something to do with it…” 

They left the restroom together, and Miles was standing there. James stared at him for a second, at the little bit of foot tapping he was doing. This was the first time he’d ever seen Miles show any sign that his bladder was getting uncomfortable… Miles spoke before James could say anything potentially embarrassing. “Ethan, you sly boy…” he teased. “Seriously? In MY house? I didn’t think you had that in you…” 

Ethan shrank back. “Wh—What—“ 

“Nah, I’m not mad,” Miles said. “Good for you! I’m glad you’re having a good time.” 

Ethan wasn’t sure which was more embarrassing, having Miles think he and James had just finished up having sex in there, or TELLING Miles that he’d actually wet himself and the moaning had been due to how utterly relieved that made him feel. Probably the second thing— Besides, if he confessed, that wouldn’t explain why James had ALSO been moaning so much. 

“You should have just said that’s what you were gonna do,” Miles said. “I wouldn’t have let you use the bathroom first if I knew you weren’t actually having an emergency.” 

“I’m… Sorry… We… Madeyouwait,” Ethan fumbled over his words. 

Miles shook his head. “It’s fine,” he said, shuffling past them into the restroom. 

James yawned again. “Let’s go home now…” he said. 

“Yeah…” Ethan couldn’t stop blushing. “I think that’s for the best.”

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Written for the Omovember Prompt “Free Choice”, so here’s Ethan needing to hold it in all day. 

This chapter includes a scene involving pee drinking, however this does not occur until the very end and there is plenty of regular desperation and wetting content before then. 

Alex and Adam are both from my fic “Firsts”, and Kenneth and Dwight appear in “Guard”.

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The door to the restroom in Ethan’s practice was stuck. Completely. The lock had gotten engaged from the inside somehow, and until the locksmith came and fixed it, that door wasn’t going to budge. Ethan had tried his best to open it himself, he’d even tried forcing it down by ramming into it with his shoulder— Which only succeeded in giving him a very sore arm.

The door wasn’t going to open, though. 

After four coffees and an hour since he’d relieved himself at home, naturally when Ethan had discovered the door was stuck, his biggest concern was for James. 

He turned around immediately and explained the situation to him. 

“Oh,” James frowned. “And you had all those coff—“ 

“Today, I want you to go next door to the sandwich shop and use their restroom, alright?” Ethan instructed. “You don’t have to ask. If I’m busy, you don’t have to wait to tell me where you’re going— If I come out here and don’t see you, I’ll know that’s where you went.” 

“Um, okay, but what if the phone rings while I’m out? And, are YOU gonna be—“ 

“If that happens,” Ethan said. “And I’m with a patient, it won’t be the end of the world if the machine picks up and we need to call back. I want to be sure that you’re comfortable.” 

“That’s very sweet, but you have a lot of—“ 

Ethan kissed him on the cheek, silencing him. “It’s okay, James. I can handle things while you take a few minutes to pee. Don’t worry.” And with that, he was going into his office. 

James sighed when he saw the door shut. “That’s not what I’m worried about…” he mumbled. Ethan was booked solid today with back to back appointments— Days like this, he hardly had the time to use the restroom that was IN here. No way would he be able to walk all the way next door, relieve himself, and come back without messing up his schedule. 

And after all that coffee this morning, there was no doubt that Ethan was going to NEED a toilet break before the day was over. It would be impossible for anybody to hold that much for so long— Even Ethan. 

Ethan apparently hadn’t realized ANY of that, however, because when he came back out of his office he grabbed his water bottle. James understood that Ethan’s throat probably got dried out talking to people all day long, but he thought it would be best to IGNORE the water bottle today. “Um… Ethan?” James ventured. “The door…” 

“Right, when you have a moment you should call the locksmith to come handle it,” Ethan told him. “But, like I said, it’s FINE if you go next door to pee. Make SURE you do that, alright? I don’t want you to hurt yourself because you think I’ll be upset about you walking out.” 

James appreciated all the reassurance, even if he HADN’T been worried about Ethan getting angry with him in the first place. “I promise, I’ll go when I need to go, it’s just—“ 

“Perfect,” Ethan praised. “Need my favorite assistant to be comfy.” 

“I’m your ONLY assistant…” 

“That’s because you’re so good that I don’t need anyone else.” 

James thought that since his job was supposed to be about HELPING Ethan and REMINDING him of things, he should try to steer the conversation back on course. “That’s so sweet, but I’m worried about—“ 

The door opened and a woman walked in. Ethan smiled warmly at her, “Hello,” he said. “You’re right on time. Ready to start?” 

The woman nodded shyly and followed him back into his office. 

James sighed to himself once more. Well. Ethan was GOING to figure out the problem eventually, whether he wanted to or not… 

James sat at his desk and opened Ethan’s schedule on his computer again, confirming that he really was booked solid today— He’d even decided to forego lunch to squeeze someone in at the last moment. James planned to find some time to feed Ethan at least a few crackers or something today, though. He couldn’t just go without food until dinner! 

James had fallen in love with Ethan because of how deeply he cared for others, how much he yearned to heal and help people. He had such a big heart that it made James’s own heart swell. But, all those wonderful things about Ethan came with a big negative; Ethan had a lot of trouble realizing that sometimes HE was the one that needed help. He put other people first so much that he neglected to take care of himself. 

That was James’s job, to be the one that took care of Ethan— to be the one that convinced him it wouldn’t take too long to eat just a few crackers between his patients if it kept him from getting dizzy. 

James wasn’t sure HOW he was going to take care of Ethan today, though. Even if Ethan RAN from this building to the next one, there wasn’t enough time at all between appointments for a bathroom break today. And there was no doubt in James’s mind that Ethan was going to be needing one of those very, very badly before long. 

James sat there, waiting for the phone to ring, occasionally checking over the schedule for the upcoming few days. The phone stayed silent, which gave James a lot of time to think. He was Ethan’s assistant, and that meant he was supposed to help him with any problem he encountered, that meant he was supposed to be organized and prepared. 

So, James tried to come up with a plan for what to do when Ethan’s bladder inevitably started to burst. A part of James was a little excited for that moment to arrive, but the rest was just worried. Ethan wasn’t going to enjoy getting desperate at work with no way to relieve himself. He’d just start stressing out, having a hard time actually DOING his job while he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. 

Maybe James could… Go next door to the sandwich shop, where he knew they sold plastic water bottles. He’d buy one, drink its contents, and save the empty receptacle for later when Ethan needed it. Yes. That was a good idea. Ethan could come behind the desk and refill the bottle between patients, there would be plenty of time to do that since it wouldn’t require walking back and forth. 

But, he could already hear what Ethan would say. “James, no. I can’t relieve myself behind the desk. What if my next appointment comes in before I’m done and sees that?” 

James could tell him to hide in his office while he used it instead, he supposed. He wouldn’t get to WATCH Ethan go if he did that, but it would still accomplish the main goal— Getting Ethan an empty bladder. 

Again, he imagined what Ethan would say. “That’s a better idea, but then I either have to find someplace to HIDE a bottle full of urine inside my office, or carry it out and risk someone walking in and seeing it.” 

James tried to think of something better, some way to just get rid of all the pee without it leaving a trace. For the tiniest second, his mind flashed back to two moments; the amazing feeling of Ethan accidentally letting go all over his lap, and a particular video he’d watched a long time ago— A desperate man relieving himself into his partner’s mouth. 

At the time, the idea hadn’t turned James on that much. The desperation in the video had been very hot, and he’d liked the look on the man’s face as he’d let go, but the ‘drinking’ part had been outside of James’s interest. And it still didn’t REALLY turn him on, he just thought it would solve the problem. He’d take care of Ethan, whatever it took. 

He kept thinking, picturing how Ethan would react to that suggestion. “Awww, poor Ethan!” he’d begin cheerfully, watching as his partner jiggled around and held himself. “You don’t have time to go next door, do you? Well, I tried to think of somewhere else you can pee, and if we go into your office, then you can do it in my mouth so that there won’t be any evidence left behind!” 

After this, there would be a heavy, heavy silence before Ethan would just turn around and pretend James HADN’T said that. 

That was definitely his worst idea yet… 

James could barely believe he’d even just thought of it! He liked to help Ethan and make him feel comfortable, but… He wouldn’t do it like THAT, would he?! He WAS strangely okay with the idea of Ethan pissing in his mouth, and that confused him.

 If it was just that the idea aroused him, if it was that it got him horny to think about it, James would UNDERSTAND himself a little better right now. It would be simple; Just, James had a piss kink, so it would get him off if Ethan peed in his mouth.

But, the struggle was how the idea DIDN’T arouse him at all; Pee-drinking wasn’t one of his interests, it wasn’t part of the fetish for him. Desperation was, wetting was, relief was, being peed ON was, as he’d recently learned. But… Drinking? It wasn’t. It didn’t do anything for him. 

As much as it had weighed on his mind, his dick was still soft and the electric tingles he felt when something turned him on weren’t happening. All he felt was a desire to HELP Ethan today if he couldn’t hold his bladder. The thought of drinking Ethan’s piss wasn’t making him horny, it was just making him think ‘Well, if that’s what has to happen, I’ll do it for him.’ Just this… Sort of acceptance that he’d do whatever it took to get Ethan comfortable. 

And he was pretty sure that ‘Well, fine. I guess I’ll drink his piss later if he needs me to.’ wasn’t a normal thought to be having. 

Before he could agonize over the bizarre new direction of his thoughts any further, the door to Ethan’s office opened. His patient stepped out and James took her payment. “Thank you!” he said to her brightly, trying to banish the odd idea from his mind. 

James turned to look at Ethan as he left the office, too. He watched Ethan move down the hallway towards the restroom. He watched Ethan grasp the doorknob and try to turn it. Then, he watched Ethan stumble back and tap his forehead a little. “Heh… That was silly…” Ethan mumbled. 

“You okay, Ethan?” James called. 

“Yeah,” Ethan said, walking closer to the desk. “You know, the funny thing? I was THINKING about how the door was stuck as I tried to open it— You’re going to use the toilet next door, right?” 

“Yes, don’t worry about me,” James said. ‘At least, don’t worry about me because of THAT,’ he added to himself. He still didn’t know what was wrong with him, why he would even consider for half a second— 

‘Ethan’s a therapist, he can probably tell you what’s wrong with your imagination today,’ James thought. But, that would mean telling Ethan what he’d been thinking about.

Plus, Ethan had told him plenty of times “I can give you all the advice you want in our day to day life, of course. And I’m always happy to hear what you’re feeling, or hold you if you’re sad. But, I can’t be your therapist, it wouldn’t be a good idea. I can’t treat someone that I have a relationship with, my own emotions would get in the way. If you would like a therapist, I can recommend someone else to you.” 

Would asking Ethan about this really count as therapy, though? 

It didn’t matter, James didn’t want to tell him at all! 

“A—Are you okay?” James asked finally. 

“Fine,” Ethan said, swaying slightly. “I… Wish I’d had less coffee, though.” He looked at the clock. “Maybe there’s time for me to—“ 

Before he could finish, his next patient walked in. His expression brightened right away, and he stopped his nervous foot-hopping, appearing as though he’d never even started. “Ah, hello! Right on time,” he said. “Come with me.” And again, he was returning to his office. 

James looked back at his computer. Maybe he should look ‘I’d let my boyfriend pee in my mouth if he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Is that normal?’ up on the Internet. 

Probably not… 

Why was he worrying about this, anyway? Even if Ethan did end up getting unfathomably desperate today, and even if James did offer himself as a solution, no way would Ethan AGREE to it. It wasn’t going to happen. And, if it did, James was likely to be a lot LESS okay with it in real life than he was in his imagination. He knew he was being silly anyway; He was bothered because… He WASN’T bothered by something? That didn’t even make sense! 

He had to think about something else. 

But, over an hour of thinking about piss had gotten to his bladder, and he realized his hips were shimmying a little in his seat. He needed to go… Ethan had said it was fine for him to pee next door, and he wasn’t going to argue— No way could HE hold it all day with his tiny bladder. Ethan had also told him he didn’t need to SAY he was leaving, but he grabbed a post-it and wrote a note for Ethan anyway. Just in case. 

Then, he took his break. 

He returned shortly after, returned to his computer, returned to waiting for a phone call. He tried NOT to return to his earlier thoughts, but they crept in from time to time anyway. 

Ethan saw his patient to the door a little while later, and James noticed a very hesitant bounce in his step. He knew the other was starting to fill up, starting to become uncomfortable. Ethan anxiously opened the front door and stepped out, and James winced when he saw Ethan bump into his next patient. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “Did something come up? Do we need to reschedule?” 

Ethan took a step back and smiled. “No, you don’t need to do anything. It’s alright. Today is fine.” He shifted slightly, hitching his hips so imperceptibly that only James could notice it. Today was NOT fine for Ethan… 

“If you’re having an emergency you need to take care of,” the woman said. “That’s okay.“ 

James saw Ethan reddening at her word-choice. Ethan may not have been having an ‘emergency’ yet, but he was approaching one, that was for sure. “No, I wasn’t leaving for anything important, I was just gonna go next door for a second to get something, but it can wait. No big deal.” He laughed slightly. “I’m here for you!”

“Alright,” the woman nodded, and Ethan led her back to the office. 

Between appointments, James saw Ethan growing more and more antsy. He’d rub his hands nervously against his thighs as he greeted patients, anxiously adjust his glasses or step lightly in place. By noon, when Ethan would ordinarily take a lunch break if he was able to, James could tell he needed to go bad. 


Ethan stood beside James’s desk, twisting from side to side. “Oh, of course the door had to get stuck on a day when I have to skip lunch…” he mumbled. “You’ve been going, right? Haven’t been holding it?” 

James looked down at his fingernails, drumming them against the desk. Should he really tell Ethan that he’d peed three times today so far? Wouldn’t that make him feel worse? 

“James…” Ethan prompted. 

“I’ve… I’ve been going,” James promised. 

Ethan nodded, continuing to shuffle his feet. “Maybe if I run as fast as I c—“ 

The door opened again, and Ethan made himself go still. He managed it for the most part, his spine knotting with tension and making him shake a little. His bladder was feeling heavy and tight above his dick, and he was blushing as he tried not to focus on that. “Hello,” he greeted the two people whom had walked in. 

Ethan really wasn’t SUPPOSED to have favorite patients, but sometimes that happened anyway. Alex was one of those times. He was such a sweet young man, and seeing him interact with his boyfriend Adam always warmed Ethan’s heart. 

“Right on time,” Ethan told them. 

Alex shyly stood behind Adam, whom clasped his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was how the two usually looked for the first few minutes when they visited Ethan. But, Alex always opened up more once they were in his office. 

“Thank you for finding time,” Adam told him. “I’m sorry if we’re making you miss lunch.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” Ethan said, struggling to ignore the sweat rolling down his back. His need for a pee was getting more insistent. “I’ll have a snack when I get a chance.” He wasn’t the least bit hungry right now though. His bladder was too full for him to notice if his stomach felt empty. “Alex, I’m happy to see you today.” 

Alex came out a little further from his boyfriend’s shadow and smiled a little. He nodded, “Th—Thank you…” 

“Are you ready to start?” 

“Yes… Yes, sir,” Alex said. 

“Alex,” Ethan said gently. “We’ve talked about that, you may call me Ethan.” 

“S—Sorry, sir— I mean— Sorry, Ethan.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Ethan said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He led Alex to his office and sat down in his chair, subtly shifting his thighs against it to try and ease away some of his need. “Sit down, Alex.” 

Alex sat on the couch across from him, nervously twiddling his fingers. 

“It’s okay,” Ethan soothed. “The only reason I don’t want you to call me ‘sir’ is because you’ve told me that it’s what—“ 

“It’s what Papa made me call him sometimes,” Alex filled in. “And… You don’t want me to see you the way I saw Papa?” 

“Exactly,” Ethan said. 

Alex was an interesting person. He’d been raised inside of a cult, one which was based in following Biblical principles and viewing large families as a blessing from God; Two things which sounded fine at first, but were darker in practice. 

The father of any household was to be viewed as superior, and to always be obeyed; The cult claimed that God spoke through the father. Children were to be homeschooled with a very specific curriculum that focused exclusively on the Bible. Girls were to be trained to become dutiful wives and mothers and to birth as many children as she could for the man selected by her father. Girls were permitted to only wear dresses or skirts that reached the ankles and could never cut their hair. Boys could seek employment as they got older, but only within the church or at businesses the church approved of. Boys weren’t allowed to have long hair, wear jeans, or look at women that were dressed ‘immodestly’. Higher education was forbidden. Music and dancing were banned. Children were seldom allowed to leave the home unless it was to attend church. The father was encouraged to use corporal punishment if his wife or children ever disobeyed him or the rules set out by the church. 

Alex hadn’t known anything about that was odd until Adam’s family moved in next door to his. Alex had started to question many of the things he’d been taught about outsiders, and about himself. He’d told Ethan his big breakthrough moment was when he realized that a whole bunch of the things his father said WEREN’T actually things that Jesus had said. “Jesus never said that all music is evil,” Alex had told Ethan. “Only Papa said that.” 

It had been very, very hard for Alex to leave, however. Complicating it further, Adam had helped Alex learn something important about himself; Adam was trans, and after he came out to Alex and explained everything, Alex had had another big breakthrough moment where he understood what the ‘icky, bad feelings’ he’d been experiencing all his life actually meant, and that he could do something that made them go away. 

The world outside was frightening to Alex, transitioning AND starting a brand new life in a new place at the same time was a lot to deal with. Plus, Alex had so much to work through regarding his past. Adam helped him where he could. Adam was always beside him and helping him feel safe in new spaces. Adam helped him explore his identity and taught him that there wasn’t one, single ‘right’ way to be trans. Adam held him when he was feeling hurt and upset… 

But, there were things Adam COULDN’T do. Adam had never been through the kinds of things Alex had gone through, many of them were unimaginable to him. Adam could hug him after a nightmare and repeat to him “It’s okay, I’m here now, it’s over…” But that wasn’t enough. Alex needed more, and Adam eventually had recognized that he couldn’t be Alex’s ONLY support, because there were some things Adam didn’t know HOW to help with. 

So, that was where Ethan had come in. He’d helped Alex out a lot, making him feel less insecure about how little he knew of the world. (“It was your father’s job to prepare you for these things. He failed you, and that isn’t your fault. You can still catch up, it’s never too late. It isn’t a race.”) He’d helped Alex get his prescription for testosterone, and wrote the letter which cleared him for his top surgery. He’d talked to Alex about his past, so he could better understand which parts of it hadn’t been ‘normal’. He’d talked to Alex about his beliefs, helped him determine how many of them truly came from him, and how many of them had just been PUT there. 

Alex had a lot of fears, a lot of insecurities, and that was understandable. So when Adam had called the previous evening and apologetically explained that Alex was going through a very hard time and needed an extra session as soon as possible, Ethan hadn’t thought twice about squeezing him in. 

Speaking of ‘squeezing’ however, his bladder was doing an awful lot of that right now. Not that it mattered. Ethan was going to wait. Ethan was going to hold it. Ethan was going to ignore the awful tugging going on around the base of his cock and he was going to be THERE for Alex right now. He was going to be there for his next patient too, and the one after that, and so on. He was going to hold it until the day was finished, and then he was going to head next door and relieve himself at last. He was going to do all of that, and his bladder was just going to have to accept it. 

Ethan tensed all his muscles and looked Alex in the eyes. “How are you doing today?” he asked. 

Alex quietly looked down, beginning to fidget with his fingers again. 

Ethan fidgeted, too. He shifted in his chair, squirming his thighs and trying to find a more comfortable position. But, there didn’t seem to be one that existed anymore. His belt was cutting into the small, round swell resting painfully between his hip bones— WHY had he worn a belt today? He usually got away without one… He wanted to take it apart, make it stop crushing him. 

Would Alex notice that? Therapists weren’t supposed to appear anxious and uncomfortable, they were supposed to look calm, so that their patients could feel calm. “Alex…?” Ethan asked again. “Is there something you’d like to talk to me about? It can be anything you want.” 

Alex glanced back down at his lap. “I… I… Adam wanted me to come in today, because of how I… Did something.” 

“Oh,” Ethan said, shifting backwards and trying to escape from the painful pressure of his belt. This didn’t work, of course; The belt moved right along with him. 

He had a feeling he knew where Alex was going; Guilt was a very powerful emotion to Alex, feeling as though he’d done something wrong— no matter how minor— could make him spiral into a panic. Many times, Ethan had explained to him that feeling guilt after a mistake was natural and normal, but that the healthiest way to assuage guilt was to apologize, not to beat oneself up over it. Most often, Ethan had to talk Alex down from believing he was going to burn in Hell for little things, like accidentally forgetting to pay for a stick of gum. 

Ethan waited for Alex to continue, but he didn’t. “Alex, it’s okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ll never judge you.” 

“I… I…” Alex’s lip trembled. “I… I wet the bed…” His face was scorched pink. “Mine and Adam’s… And, I didn’t mean to!” 

“Of course you didn’t mean to,” Ethan said soothingly. This wasn’t something he particularly wanted to discuss while his bladder continued to knot up inside him, but if Alex NEEDED to talk about it, he’d simply cross his legs and bear it. His hips shook a bit with tension as he continued; “Bed-wetting is completely involuntary. You can’t fully control what your body does when it’s asleep.” 

“But…” Alex was obviously fighting hard not to cry. “I’m too old to be doing that…” 

Ethan squeezed his legs together, ankles rubbing against one another, relishing the small bit of relief this gave him. There was heat building in his cheeks, whether from the pressure he was fighting back or from the way he’d decided to respond to Alex, he didn’t know. “Hey, want to know a secret?” 

“Um… Okay,” Alex said shyly. 

“Alright,” Ethan said. His bladder sent a spasm up through his body, urine pushing tightly against the base of his cock as he recalled an incident that had occurred a few months back. “A little bit ago, I wet the bed, too.” 

“You did?” Alex’s eyes widened. 

“I did,” Ethan nodded. “A few times, actually. And I’m even older than you. Age doesn’t matter with these things, they just happen. Something scary happened to me that made me have bad dreams, and that would make me have accidents. Stress and fear are actually big triggers for bed wetting. Have you been feeling anxious lately?” 

Alex looked away. He was breathing easier now, and clearly still surprised by Ethan’s admission. “Well, when I… When I wet myself, I’d been having a bad dream, too.” 

“Understandable,” Ethan said, a shivery pulse rippling through his full bladder and causing him to squirm his body from side to side for a moment. “Do you remember what the dream was about?” 

“Well, at first, it was normal… Just, I had to go pee very badly, and I couldn’t find a toilet where I was,” Alex explained. 

At that statement, Ethan subtly inched a hand against his left thigh and gave it a tiny pinch. He felt very silly a moment later when he didn’t wake up. He’d doubted that this was a dream— everything seemed much too normal for that to be the case. His body just wished that he could escape from his building desperation that easily. The little knotted bump below his belly-button felt firm and painful. 

Alex continued, “And, Adam was with me to help me look, which made me feel better. But, there were also all these fountains and rivers, and other stuff that kept making me have to go even worse.” 

Ethan’s fingers curled around the arm-rests of his chair, white-knuckled as he bent forward and bit back against a soft groan. His bladder was screaming at him to move, to bounce his knees, to stomp his feet, but Alex would definitely notice if he did all that. He’d look like he didn’t care about Alex’s problems and was eager for him to stop talking. That wouldn’t do at all! So, he forced his feet to stay glued to the floor, ignoring all the angry pulses from within demanding he allow them to squirm. 

Alex continued describing his dream, all the watery imagery he’d endured, a few moments where he’d found a restroom only for something about it to be wrong and off and unusable, how his dream self had gotten grotesquely swollen the longer he tried to find relief. “And— And, then… I turned around and Adam wasn’t with me anymore.” 

“So, now you felt lost,” Ethan said, without noticing it he’d stood halfway out of his seat, his ass barely touching it anymore as his body vibrated from the constant spasms. 

“Yeah,” Alex said. “I don’t like it when he’s not there…”

“We have talked before about this; Your separation anxiety,” Ethan said. “It is very normal that you feel frightened being apart from the person that helped you escape your old home. You see him as a bit of a guide now, don’t you? Your protector?” 

“Yes,” Alex agreed. “I need someone to tell me how to do stuff, I mess up if I’m alone…” 

“So, being in an unfamiliar place without him… Of course it scares you. But, it’s also good for you to learn HOW to go places on your own so that you’ll see you really DON’T mess things up as often as you think. I know you’ve gone out by yourself a couple times now, and I want you to continue doing that, it will get less frightening the more times you do it. I promise.” 

“O—Okay,” Alex said. “I’ll try… But… Um… In the dream, when I saw he wasn’t there anymore, I got very scared. And I tried to find him, but instead… I— I found Papa.” 

“Oh… Well, that’s normal too. We often have dreams recreating our bad memories.” 

“It wasn’t completely a memory,” Alex said. “The first part sort of was, he was yelling stuff he’d yelled at me before. About how Adam ‘ruined’ me and turned me into an ‘abomination’…” 

“That isn’t true,” Ethan promised. “Adam helped you, and you’re a wonderful person.” 

“And… When he got done yelling, he opened a door and shoved me in, and I fell for a long time. When I stopped, I was in Hell… And it was so… I could hear Papa yelling about how I ‘belonged’ there and would have to stay forever, and… I was so scared that I finally woke up, but the sheets were all wet, and I felt so… I felt so terrible. I cried a lot.” 

Ethan legs shook from top to bottom as he thought that over. His own relationship with God was complicated. He’d been raised in a church, but no longer followed any organized religion while retaining a belief that something must have existed out there to look after the universe. Hell had often been used as a threat for him growing up as well, but not to the extent it had obviously been used against Alex. “Alex, no God would ever send you to Hell.” 

“Because He’ll forgive me?” 

“Because there’s nothing TO forgive you for,” Ethan told him. “You’ve done nothing wrong." 

Alex started to shake again. “B—But, Papa said… Papa said that— That me being this way means I have to go to Hell, and it doesn’t matter what else I do…” 

Ethan dug his nails harshly into the material of his chair, hitching his hips as he fought to hang onto all the urine that was threatening to erupt from him. He took a very slow breath, his bladder shuddering hard as his skin stretched over it. The conversation he was about to have with Alex was so very important, Ethan had to hope that his bladder would ALLOW him to have it. “Alex, have you ever heard the term ‘spiritual abuse’ before?” 

Alex shook his head. “No, what’s that?” 

“It’s a certain form of psychological abuse,” Ethan explained. “You know what psychological abuse is, right?” 

“I think so…” Alex said. “It’s like when somebody yells at you and calls you mean things, right?” 

“That’s part of it,” Ethan nodded. “It’s anything done to intentionally make another person feel things such as fear, sadness or isolation. Often, the abuser will have a position of power over the victim.” 

“Papa made me feel scared and sad all the time,” Alex said. “And… He definitely kept us all isolated.” 

“With spiritual abuse, the abuser will use religion as a way to control their victim,” Ethan continued. “They will use religious texts to instill fear, or to justify harming and forcing another person to remain obedient to them, sometimes making suggestions that they are ‘divine’ in some way.” 

“Papa said that God spoke through him…” Alex mumbled. 

“Your father used religion to control you,” Ethan said. “He used the fear of Hell to control you. How often did he tell you that you were going to Hell growing up?” 

“Oh…” Alex put a hand to his lips. “I don’t know… It was all the time. When I was five, I accidentally tripped and broke a plate I’d been carrying. Papa got mad and said I’d go to Hell because I was supposed to respect my parents and all of their possessions. I cried a ton, I was so scared. I didn’t sleep hardly at all for a few days because I couldn’t calm down, I kept thinking I was going to just die and go to Hell right away.” 

“That wasn’t right,” Ethan told him. “I admit I have not read the Bible through completely, but I doubt there are any passages saying you go to Hell for breaking a plate— Especially if it wasn’t on purpose. Your father wanted you to be perfect and never make mistakes or do anything he didn’t agree with, so he threatened you with the ultimate punishment to get you to obey and fear him. That was very wrong of him, and it wasn’t your fault.” 

“I wish that I didn’t still have nightmares about him,” Alex said. 

“That’s not your fault either,” Ethan promised. “When we go through a trauma, it will often come back to us in our—“ 

“And I wish… I wish I hadn’t peed the sheets.” 

With that, Ethan’s body tensed up again. His chest, his shoulders, his legs, his abdomen, every inch of him was trying to squeeze the piss out into his boxers. He’d been able to ignore his bladder for a bit when he’d been explaining the concept of spiritual abuse to Alex— Helping Alex understand the specifics of what had been done to him was a good distraction— But, now Alex just HAD to remind him that peeing was a thing people did sometimes; A thing Ethan had to do right NOW. “It is perfectly alright that you had an accident,” he said once more. “Everyone has them…” 

Ethan’s bladder throbbed with the reverberations of every word he said. For a very crazed second, he considered letting it go right where he was sitting, as if to PROVE to Alex that everyone had accidents sometimes. He shook his head frantically, trying to get rid of the awful idea. Pissing himself in front of a patient was utterly unacceptable. 

“I cried a lot when I woke up…” Alex explained. “I think that’s why Adam got so worried about it. He kept rubbing my back and holding me, all the stuff he normally does when I’m sad, and I just couldn’t stop…” 

Waves of urgency pumped through Ethan’s bladder, and a cramping spasm caused him to fold over a bit— Only for a moment. He was back upright so quickly he doubted Alex had even really noticed. “Bed-wetting is a very big deal for you,” he stated. 

“Y—Yes,” Alex nodded. “At home… With Papa…” 

“Were you punished for wetting the sheets when you lived with him?” 

Alex nodded. “Yes. He’d hit me for it. And then he’d make me put my sheets out to dry outside, and I’d have to watch and think about what I did. I wouldn’t be allowed to drink during the day after, and I’d have to stay outside where it was usually really hot. Then, once night came, I’d have to stay awake, to keep me from doing it again.” 

Ethan shut his eyes. Then squeezed them closed tighter as a wave of need flushed through his body. “Th—That was… That was not the appropriate way to handle it,” he said gently. “You understand that, right?” 

Alex nodded. “Yeah… Adam… He told me when his little brother started peeing the bed, their parents just had him use rubber sheets until it stopped. They didn’t get mad. And Adam didn’t get mad at me either, even though… Even though some of it got on him…” 

“Adam is very sweet,” Ethan said. “I didn’t think he’d be angry.” 

“He wasn’t at all,” Alex nodded. “That’s why I’m confused. I don’t know why I broke down like that. Especially after Adam started hugging me and telling me that it was okay and everything. I shouldn’t have been so upset.” 

“I think I know what happened,” Ethan said. “I’ve told you before how our past tends to stick with us, haven’t I?” 

“Yes.” 

“So, when you had an accident like that again, that brought back all of those memories and feelings— It brought back all of the shame that your father forced you to feel. When you wet the bed at your father’s, did you cry then?” 

“Yes, but then he’d hit me and yell at me to stop.” 

“You were made to hold in your natural responses to your emotions,” Ethan explained. “But, when you wet the bed the other night, you did it somewhere safe where you weren’t going to be punished. You were finally able to react to those feelings the way you’ve always needed to, and since you’ve restrained yourself for so long, it must have felt more intense, right?”

“S—So I couldn’t stop crying BECAUSE Adam was being nice and not getting angry?” 

“I think so,” Ethan said. “Your brain was trying to clear out something that had been stuck inside of it for too long. It wasn’t helping you anymore to hang onto it.” His bladder rolled within him, heat flaring down his length and ending with an intense, stinging fire at his urethral opening. His bladder was also trying to clear out something that had been stuck inside of it for too long, and it was taking everything he had to hang onto it and not let his desperation become obvious. He pressed his thighs together tight, pinning his aching penis between them. 

Alex nodded. “I guess that makes sense… I don’t have to be scared to cry anymore, so I do it more when I have to.” 

“Ex—Exactly…” 

Alex looked up further now, his eyes stilled on Ethan for a second. One thing Ethan didn’t realize about Alex was that he was quite observant when it came to certain things. Alex had taken care of his younger siblings all his life, he’d assisted with potty-training them. It had taught him to watch out for signs one of them needed to go, and that meant he usually had a very easy time telling when someone had to pee. 

Something about the look on Ethan’s face… 

“Are you okay?” Alex asked. 

“H—Huh?” Ethan squeaked, surprised. He’d thought he’d been doing really well keeping his need hidden… His feet were still stuck to the ground, he wasn’t bouncing… Apart from the intense stiffness in his body and the way his hands clung to the chair’s armrests, he couldn’t think of any reason anybody but James would be able to tell! “I’m okay, and YOU don’t need to worry about ME.” 

“Oh…” Alex looked away, blushing. “I guess I was being kinda silly… If I spend a lot of time with the little kids, I start… Paying attention to weird stuff.” 

“That’s okay,” Ethan said. “But, I’m fine.” He did not ask what kind of ‘weird stuff’ it was that Alex had been referring to. He was worried that he already knew the answer. “We’re nearly out of time, so I hope I helped you feel a little better about what happened.” 

“You did,” Alex promised. “It’s— It’s okay that I had an accident.” 

“Right,” Ethan confirmed. “And it’s okay that it made you upset.” 

Alex stood up from the couch. “Thank you, Ethan,” he said. “I feel a lot better.” 

Ethan started to stand up as well, and— HOLY SHIT! No, bad idea, bad idea! He was nearly going right now! Right where he was sitting! His bladder couldn’t take it anymore! So much coffee, so much fucking liquid and nowhere to release any of it! 

Ethan’s legs crossed double as he squirmed like mad. One hand landed on the armrest trying to yank himself up onto his feet. He managed to pull himself into a partial squat above his seat before his bladder convulsed and made him fall back down— Which naturally just sent an intense earthquake of a spasm through him that made him whimper loud enough for Alex to look back at him. 

“Um…” Alex murmured. “Are you sure you’re—“ 

“Ah, my— My feet fell asleep!” Ethan said. “I sat still for too long, whoops!” Trying to steady himself, he launched to his feet and prayed for his control to stay intact. His bladder reacted to the change in position by bolting down hard against his trembling, pained sphincter. His feet jabbed harshly against the floor beneath him. “G—Gotta… Wake ‘em back up again!” he commented, trying to brush aside what was now a much more obvious pee dance. “I need a minute.” 

“Okay…” Alex said awkwardly. He left the office. 

And now Ethan had privacy… His eyes darted around the room, and stilled upon the handkerchief resting on the end-table beside the couch, placed there in case a patient began to cry and needed to blow their nose. 

Ethan shot for the handkerchief and guiltily wrapped his hands around it. He shouldn’t be doing this— He— He— A pulse of pee erupted from his tip, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his dribbling dick. He wrapped the handkerchief around it, allowed his urine to pump into the material, quickly saturating it to the point his hand was getting wet. He shifted the handkerchief around, every bit of it becoming drenched rapidly. He had to make himself stop, he’d only barely let himself pee for a few seconds, and now all he could feel were the painful throbs of a bladder that had been taunted with just the tiniest taste of relief. 

There were other cloths in here. Once one was used, he replaced it with another until he could get them home to be washed. THIS particular one had been used a lot more thoroughly than he’d ever wanted it to be. He’d probably just throw it out, he couldn’t have any of his patients touch a thing that he’d peed into, even if it HAD been washed. He stumbled to the other side of the room, pulled open a drawer. Maybe he could just let himself piss into a few more of the cloths, just enough to take the terrible edge off of his despera— 

He caught sight of his watch. He didn’t have much more time before his next appointment was supposed to start. 

No. 

He couldn’t do this. It was a terrible idea anyway, he couldn’t just go ruining all the handkerchiefs just because he had to pee really bad. He forced himself to the door. His entire ordeal alone within his office had barely lasted half a minute, but it felt like it had been longer… He stepped outside, and saw Alex turning to walk down the hall towards the restroom. “O—Oh,” he called out. “Alex…” 

Alex stopped. “You gotta go first?” he asked. 

Ethan’s face scorched bright red, a blush spreading all the way down to his neck. The shameful spurts he’d released into the handkerchief had lent him a momentary respite, but the memory added to the terrible embarrassment he felt now. “Ah, no,” he said. “The door is just stuck today, I’m afraid.” 

Alex looked at him, wearing an expression of dawning comprehension. “Ohhhhhh,” he said. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” Ethan assured. “The locksmith will come fix it tomorrow.” 

Ethan watched Alex run to Adam’s side and hug him. He watched Adam give him a soft kiss on the cheek, and it felt… It felt good to see. Ethan had so often been too frightened to show much affection to James in public, it made him happy to know Alex recognized this as a very safe place. It made him feel good enough that he managed to forget his bladder for a second. 

Just for a second, though. 

“Can you drive extra fast on the way home, please?” Alex asked his boyfriend. 

“Um, as fast as I can,” Adam said. “What’s the matter?” 

“I…” Alex blushed, lowered his voice. “The bathroom door is stuck here,” he explained. 

“You can go next door,” James informed brightly. 

Ethan flinched. Oh, how much he’d love to ‘go’ next door right now… He looked at the clock. There were only a couple minutes left. He couldn’t make it back in time. There was no way. 

Adam took Alex’s hand again and they left out the door. Ethan tried not to feel jealous of the fact Alex was about to pee… 

Oh… Ethan needed to go! He was full, his bladder was cramping. His reprieve from his Hellish desperation was over, the piss he’d let go of in his office felt like nothing now. Mere drops compared to the oil-drum of urine flaring inside his bladder. He HAD to go, he just HAD to. “James,” he said. “I—“ He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. He knew he needed help now, and James’s entire job WAS to help him, to take care of the things Ethan couldn’t take care of for himself. Ethan wished he could somehow pop out his bladder and HAND it to James. James had all the time in the world to run next door and empty it out for Ethan. Then, he could come back with it all nice and drained and Ethan could put it back where it belonged. 

Human beings were pathetic. Why hadn’t they evolved the ability to do that yet?

“Ethan?” James asked. “You oka—“ 

Ethan didn’t let him finish. He rushed down the hall to the restroom, determined to force the door open any way he could. He grabbed the doorknob and started to yank on it, tugging as hard as he could, trying to break it apart so that the lock would shatter. His legs twisted and coiled, struggling for purchase against the floor. “Nnnnh, come on…” he mumbled. “I’ve held it long enough, let me go…” 

The door didn’t budge. It remained a solid, silent barrier that didn’t care about his problem at all. 

Another tug, a furious, harsh one that made his knuckles whiten. ‘Please…’ he thought. ‘It’s gonna start coming out again soon…’ 

He didn’t even notice his next patient had arrived until he suddenly heard a voice behind him. “Um… Doctor, what are you doing?” 

Ethan jumped back, a spurt loosening into his boxers and warming his crotch. He tried not to show any reaction to his momentary loss of control. “H—Hello, Kenneth.” he said. He looked to Kenneth’s side. “Hello, Dwight. Good afternoon. Nice day we’re having.” 

“Is something wrong with your door?” Kenneth asked. 

“It’s just a little stuck,” Ethan said. He was stepping in place. He couldn’t help it anymore. His bladder was DEMANDING that he MOVE. “The locksmith comes tomorrow though, so it’s not a big deal.” 

Kenneth looked down at Ethan’s feet. “Is that the door to… Um…” 

“Is that where your toilet is?” Dwight interrupted. 

Ethan nodded with a blush. “It is,” he admitted. 

Dwight looked from Ethan’s crossing legs to the potted plant in the corner beside the restroom door. “Why don’t you go pee on the plant?” he asked. 

Ethan stared at him, blushing from head to toe. Was he being serious? Was he trying to tease him for some reason? 

“It’s YOUR plant,” Dwight said. “We’re the only ones in here, except for your assistant. Kenneth and I can turn around if you want.” 

Oh… Oh, goodness… He WAS being serious! Ethan couldn’t do THAT! He was at WORK, he was supposed to act professional when he was at work! Urinating— especially somewhere that wasn’t even a toilet— in front of his patient wasn’t professional at ALL. “I—“ 


“You don’t want your assistant to see you pee?” Dwight gathered. 

Oh, God… Ethan wasn’t sure if he could get any redder. He felt the corners of his lips tugging, and a painful pressure bubbling in his chest. ’Don’t laugh,’ he ordered himself. ‘Don’t you DARE laugh right now. You laugh, you explode…’ 

Ethan heard a choked sound, and then a snort. His eyes flicked over to the desk, seeing that James had been unable to hold in his giggling at Dwight’s last comment. And that made Ethan realize that he actually COULD manage to blush harder. 

Dwight looked over his shoulder at James. “Huh? What’s so funny?” He turned back to Ethan. “I mean, he can step outside for a second, right? We all can if it makes you feel better. You don’t HAVE to hold it.” 

“Dwight…” Kenneth sighed out, he was turning almost as red as Ethan. 

“And, I… I’m— I’m fine,” Ethan said. “Don’t worry about me. I can hold it.” 

“Are you worried about making a mess on the carpet?” Dwight guessed next. “I had that problem before, but if you aim right at the center of the pot, that will help it all stay where it should.” 

“It took you too long to figure that out…” Kenneth mumbled softly. 

“N—No,” Ethan stared down at his feet, wondering how the patient of his with the most severe case of Paruresis he’d ever encountered in his career could have a friend that was so ridiculously open about the topic of urination. Maybe if the pair fused together somehow, then they’d balance each other out and just have an average attitude about peeing— Neither open enough to cause other people to feel awkward, nor shy enough to be unable to go in public settings. “I’m not going to relieve myself on the plant.” 

“Okay, suit yourself,” Dwight shrugged. He kept glancing at the plant, though. “Is it okay if I—“ 

Ethan pointed to the front door with a sigh, “Outside, turn left,” he instructed. “Use the toilet at the sandwich store.” 

Dwight nodded. He started to leave, then stopped himself. “Um… Why don’t YOU do that?” 

“My schedule,” Ethan answered. “I need to begin your friend’s appointment now.” Truthfully, he should have started it a couple minutes ago. Dwight had spent so long trying to convince Ethan to water his plant that now he was late. 

Dwight looked at him for a moment, then shrugged and walked out the door. 

“I—If you are… If you need it badly, I can wait a few more minutes,” Kenneth said. 

“No, it’s okay,” Ethan promised. “I’m here for you. Don’t worry about me.” 

“…Are you sure? You look a little—“ 

“I’m fine,” Ethan insisted. “I’ve held it before, it’s no big deal. Let’s—“ He froze. ‘Where did I leave that handkerchief in there?!’ Had he just dropped it? Was it just laying out in the open? “Um— O-One moment please…” 

“Okay…” 

Ethan tore back into his office. He had indeed simply dropped the handkerchief onto the ground. It was laying right there, very wet and staining yellow, where anyone could see. He plucked the clammy, cold thing up and crinkled his nose at the smell— It was so obvious what he’d done to it. Completely, utterly obvious… He yanked open one of the drawers in his desk and tossed it inside, hoping the scent wouldn’t leak through the wood. 

‘Leak…’ Oh, he shouldn’t have thought that word! His bladder gave a lurch and he barely prevented another one of his own leaks from seeping into his boxers. Could he ‘use’ another handkerchief? Just one more? Just one more would make him feel so much better! He needed to let more out! Needed to get rid of some pressure somehow! 

He reached down and took apart his belt, his bladder billowing forwards and enjoying all the new space it was now free to occupy. It was a massive relief, but only lasted a second. Then, the thundering throbs had returned, and he just— He just had to go so bad! 

Without really thinking, he tore open the top drawer of his desk, grabbed a handkerchief and shoved it down the front of his pants. He managed to wedge it between his dick and his boxers as another spurt escaped the confines of his bladder. Panting, he tried to steady himself. There… Just… Just a little something to help catch any leaks that happened to slip out during the next hour. An extra layer of protection to make it less obvious that he was slowly losing control over his body. 

He opened the door and ushered Kenneth inside. When Ethan took his seat, his waistband compressed his bladder hard. The bloated organ trembled, liquid surging downwards in a frantic rush. He fought hard, battling against his body, against the gallons upon gallons of liquid within him. But, none of his squirming helped. None of it even managed to slow down the horrid desperation that continued to just build and build and build, and another trickle of liquid escaped. 

He didn’t panic, for now it was only seeping into the cloth he’d tucked against himself. His bladder was leaking, but none of it was staining into his clothes right now. Still, his entire body was trembling hard, every nerve ending inside of him was focused on just containing his ocean. He shook all over, hips bucking back and forth in his seat, scissoring his legs like crazy.

Kenneth sat down on the couch, staring at Ethan. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

The spasm faded, and Ethan was able to go a bit stiller finally. “Yes, I’m okay,” he assured, splaying his legs out in front of himself, fanning his knees in and out. “I do need to relieve myself, but that’s not a big deal. I promise. I’ll go after work. I’m here to help you, so don’t worry about me.” He’d been saying that an awful lot today… He wished he could calm his body down enough that he wouldn’t HAVE to tell his patients not to fret over him. “Besides, talking to you will distract me, I’ll just forget all about needing the bathroom.” 

He hoped so, anyway. Kenneth had a few things he was working through— Trauma, anger management, internalized homophobia… But, one of the big things Kenneth dealt with was his extreme Paruresis. His shy bladder. His inability to relieve himself in public settings. It was something he and Ethan talked about a lot, and it was something that wouldn’t distract Ethan from his own need at all. 

“Is there something you want to focus on today?” Ethan asked. Internally, he begged ‘Please not the pissing thing. Please not the pissing thing. Please not the pissing thing.’ 

“Well…” Kenneth looked to his side. “Um… There was something that happened that made me really angry recently…” 

‘Oh, thank God…’ Ethan thought. They were going to be discussing Kenneth’s fits today, his rage, his ‘anger-demon’, as he often called it. Kenneth felt all of his emotions with a great deal of intensity, but especially anger. When something set him off, he often lost control of himself and did things he would come to regret. That was something Ethan could talk about right now. That was something his bladder could handle. 

“But…” Kenneth went on. “I’m not sure if I should say it…” 

“You can tell me anything,” Ethan assured. Often, Kenneth would be embarrassed after a rage incident, acknowledging that he’d overreacted to something very small. “I don’t judge, and none of it will ever leave this room.” 

“It’s just… I… I really don’t know if I should talk about this…” 

Sometimes, Kenneth’s fits were violent if the thing that provoked him had made him feel cornered. Sometimes, he’d get lash out because his mind was telling him he was in danger and that the only way to protect himself was to fight and scream. Sometimes, things got broken. “If you did something that is making you feel guilty, you can say that. If you harmed something, it’s very healthy that you’re feeling sorry about it now.” 

“N—No, I didn’t… I didn’t break anything this time,” Kenneth said. “I just yelled a whole lot…But… Um…” 

“It’s okay. I promise, it’s not as bad as you think it is. I’m proud of you for not damaging anything.” 

“Th—Thank you, but… I… I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to tell you everything that happened today. I don’t think you want to hear it right now.” 

“I always want to hear what’s on your mind,” Ethan said. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Of course. You can say anything in here, it’s a safe place.” 

“Well… Alright,” Kenneth said. “So, um… Dwight likes bike riding. And there was that big race a couple weeks ago. He said it would be fun if we did it together. I’m not good at riding a bike, but I…” Kenneth blushed. “Dwight was so excited, and that made me feel…I wanted to do it for him. Except, to compete in the race, you have to pass a drug test.” 

“Okay,” Ethan said. Had someone accused Kenneth of being on drugs? It would make sense he’d be upset by that. Kenneth had been raised by a barely functional alcoholic and he never wanted to let himself go down a similar path Someone even just jokingly suggesting that he was an addict may have offended him. 

“Um… They are observed drug tests,” Kenneth added. “The kind where you… Have to urinate into a cup while someone watches.” 

Oh. 

Ohhhhhh. 

Fuck. Ethan didn’t want to talk about this! This wasn’t fair! Yesterday, when he’d had access to a toilet, NONE of his patients had said even ONE word about pissing. Now, when Ethan was stuck holding it all day, everyone kept talking about it! His bladder convulsed. The urine within him was trying once more to move down the pipe of his penis, he felt the warmth as it tried to bead through his urethra, but he crossed his legs and held it back. 

“If you can’t discuss this today,” Kenneth said quickly. “That’s fine. I’m sure you don’t want to be thinking about… That.” 

Ethan definitely didn’t want to be thinking about it! But, his job was to listen to Kenneth, to discuss whatever was troubling him. If the thing troubling him was related to urinating, then Ethan would just have to deal with it as best he could. “It is okay, Kenneth,” Ethan said. “We can talk about whatever you need to talk about. Were you warned ahead of time that this test would be occurring?” 

“I wasn’t,” Kenneth said. “But then, I thought it wouldn’t matter WHO observed. So I asked if Dwight could please do it for me, since I have no problem going in front of him. And I said that it HAD to be him doing it, which I think made them suspicious.” 

Ethan thought that over. He could understand why someone unfamiliar with Kenneth’s situation would jump to the wrong conclusion; Assume Dwight was going to provide the sample FOR him, or something. “Did you tell them why at first?” 

Kenneth shook his head. “I was too embarrassed… When I was in the room with this other guy— I’d never even met him before, he was just a stranger— I tried to go like I was supposed to. But… He was there, and it was just impossible for me.” 

Ethan nodded, picturing it. Kenneth had been thrust into a very high-stress situation— Being told to urinate on demand while a complete stranger stared at him— and hadn’t even been given proper warning. “What was your anxiety level? One to ten?

“Nine,” Kenneth said right away. “I felt like I was about to hyperventilate, and then the guy told me to hurry it up and it got worse. I had this bad twisting feeling in my chest and got all sweaty.” 

“Did he notice you were beginning to panic?” 

“He did,” Kenneth said. “And, I think THAT made me look suspicious too, because he asked if I was hiding something.” 

Ethan bit his lip. That was entirely inappropriate, accusing a person of something without any real evidence. 

“So, I started getting mad,” Kenneth went on. “Because I hadn’t done anything wrong. I mean, if they just watched me ride a bike for five minutes THAT should be enough proof for them that I haven’t taken any performance enhancing drugs. I told this guy that he was just making me feel nervous, and that I can’t go if I’m nervous. I told him I had Paruresis, since that’s what you said it’s called, and that I couldn’t help it.” 

“That was a good thing to do,” Ethan praised, forcing a smile. His piss-hole kept spasming, that one tiny ring of muscle suddenly feeling like it had billions of nerve-endings and every one of them was filled with agony. “I know how hard it is for you to talk to people about this.” 

“I didn’t feel like I had a choice,” Kenneth explained. “And it didn’t even help. He just said ‘After enough time your bladder will have to void, under any circumstance. I have heard this shy bladder syndrome excuse many times; however it does not stand up to scrutiny. We will wait until you submit a sample, no matter how long it takes.’”

“Is this when you yelled?” 

“No,” Kenneth shook his head. “I just got more shaky and anxious. Because I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen now. And I was right. He made me drink glass after glass of water, and kept me in the room with him and the cup. I—“ he paused, looking at Ethan. “Um…” 

“Go on,” Ethan prompted. His bladder thrashed at his next words. “Tell me everything you were feeling, it’s okay.” 

“I… I had to go so bad,” Kenneth mumbled. “I was dying for it. I wanted to give up and just quit, but Dwight had been so excited for this and I didn’t want to wreck it just because I can’t piss.” 

“I don’t think Dwight would have blamed you…” Ethan said calmly.

“I— Sometimes, when I’m super desperate, I get this feeling in my back. It’s right under my ribs. And it HURTS. It’s enough to make me cry sometimes, it feels like getting kicked by a mule or something.” 

Ethan flinched. He knew the feeling Kenneth was referring to— It was one that told him it was time to use the safeword if he was playing a game with James, and one that usually came just before an accident at any other time. His heart twisted as he realized Kenneth must have felt this pain pretty often in his daily life. 

“I was bursting,” Kenneth said. “I was holding myself, crossing my legs— Doing this— This weird thing I do when I have to go, where I chew on my hands a little. It hurt and I couldn’t take it. And I kept trying to go in the cup, because the guy kept saying I couldn’t leave the room until after I’d done it. But, I couldn’t. I was trying so hard, I was mashing my hand into my bladder, but all that did was hurt me more. I was pretending I was somewhere else, and that didn’t help either. I kept begging the guy to just leave the room because I couldn’t go and I felt like I was going to explode.” 

Ethan’s tense hand rested atop his bouncing knee. In his first session with him, Kenneth had had a difficult time describing his desperation. He’d been embarrassed to talk about it, he’d kept it vague. Kenneth had gotten more and more comfortable having Ethan as a therapist though, and that made it easier for him to talk about things. Ethan was happy Kenneth felt safe here, but he found himself yearning for the days where Kenneth could barely even explain what needing a piss felt like. His description today was so vivid, so intense, Ethan knew exactly how Kenneth had been feeling, because he felt it in his own bladder right now. 

“So, it just kept… Going on like that. For hours. And he kept making me drink more even though I was telling him there wasn’t any more room inside of me for it. Eventually I noticed… Um, well. Sometimes if I’m holding a lot, I get all swollen around where my bladder is.” 


Ethan’s eyes flicked down to his lap for a second. There was a little bulge in his own abdomen. Swollen, hard. Straining and full of so much urine… 

“So, I actually— I pulled up my shirt, and I said ‘Look, don’t you see how bad it’s hurting me? Don’t you think that if I COULD piss I would have done it by now?’ And he didn’t even care. He told me again that I had to stay until I filled the cup, and he didn’t care how long it took me. He said he’d stay in there with me a whole week if that’s what it took, and then he laughed because the idea of holding it a week is ridiculous. Except, I got scared because with how my body is, if he stayed with me a whole week I probably WOULD hold it that long.” 

“You would need to go to the hospital before that…” Ethan said gently. 

“I— I know, but that’s scary too,” Kenneth said. “I don’t want— I don’t want something going in there…” 

Ethan understood. Catheterization was one of Kenneth’s fears. But, if the incident he was describing today had ended with THAT, he would have said so by now. It must have ended a different way. “Were you able to use the cup eventually?” 

“Yes,” Kenneth said. “After a few hours, the guy said HE had to piss. He made a stupid joke about how watching me dance for so long had upset his bladder, and he said to stay in the room until he got back. He left, and I was finally alone. And— And the SECOND the door was shut behind him and my body realized he was gone, I was… I was… Having— An— An accident… I couldn’t stop going, and I thought that if I got some in the cup he’d finally leave me alone for good and this would all be over. So, I got my— My clothes apart, and I started filling the cup.” 

Ethan tried his best not to picture that. He tried not to imagine how relieved Kenneth must have felt when his bladder finally gave out and he at last released everything he’d been forced to hold. He tried not to imagine the sound of it hissing into his clothing before he began to flood the cup instead. Ethan imagined these things anyway, and his bladder responded to the ideas dashing through his brain by sloshing hard against his sphincter. One drop— One single, solitary drop— collected at the tip of his cock, seeping against the cloth he had stuffed inside his pants. 

“But,” Kenneth said. “I— Um… I have… Er… I think my bladder is… Bigger than a lot of people’s, since I have to… Hold so much all the time. And the cup was tiny… So, I overflowed it really fast and STILL couldn’t stop, so it got all over the floor, and… And my clothes were wet too, and I was so ashamed that I was trying not to cry.” 

“It’s okay to cry, Kenneth,” Ethan said. 

“I know,” Kenneth said. “I just… The guy came back. He saw I was wet, he saw the floor was wet, and he was mad. He called me ‘ridiculous’ for ‘wanting to piss myself to get out of a drug test.’ And I was mad. I almost yelled, but I held it back and gritted my teeth. I pointed at the cup. I wanted to say ‘Look! I filled your stupid cup up for you!’ But I knew if I opened my mouth I was going to explode at him. He saw the cup, he said something about how it was okay he didn’t observe because, since I was… Wet, he knew I’d gone. But, then he looked at it more, and…” 


Ethan squirmed painfully in his seat when Kenneth trailed off. He tangled his legs together. His lower abdomen was hard and smooth, bulging sharply beneath his navel. “What?” 

“He… My pee was super, super clear, from all the water he’d made me drink. And he said it was too ‘diluted’ for the test to work. And that meant I’d have to try again. I’d have to do ALL of it over again. And… That’s when I blew up. I shouted and screamed at him, I called him an asshole, I told him I wished I could make HIM hold it until it hurt, I just yelled and yelled until my throat was sore and I could hardly breathe, and then I got thrown out for being belligerent. And I was so embarrassed that I’d— Basically just thrown a tantrum like a toddler. And I felt terrible because now I couldn’t be in the race with Dwight like he’d wanted. And I was so exhausted, I just wanted to go home.” 

“Dwight was okay though, wasn’t he?” Ethan asked. Even if Kenneth hadn’t gotten to that part of the story yet, Ethan was certain he was right. 

“They’d… They’d told Dwight to leave right after he gave his sample,” Kenneth explained. “He’d wanted to stay there for me, since he knew I was having a hard time, but they told him to go so the place wouldn’t get too crowded. I stayed outside for a few minutes trying to breathe, then I realized I was out in public with wet clothes and felt more humiliated than ever, so I called Dwight and asked him to pick me up. He asked if I ever… Managed it, and I explained everything. He was sort of mad, but not at me. He came and got me, and we went home, and… He let me sleep in his bed with him that night, that made me feel a little better.” 

“Dwight cares for you so much,” Ethan said. 

“But, I wrecked everything!” Kenneth said. “He should have been furious with me! I ruined it, just because I can’t piss, and just because I go crazy when I’m mad!” 

“It is completely understandable that you got angry after everything that happened to you that day,” Ethan said. “However… When YOU feel angry, what exactly is it like? What does your body feel like? What goes through your mind?” 

“I feel… I feel like my chest is a volcano, it’s so hot and something’s trying to burst out of it,” Kenneth said. “I feel like there’s less air, I feel like everything’s closing in. My head hurts, feels like it’s going to explode. And… there’s NOTHING going through my mind. Not really. Just… Nothing but this idea that I have to DESTROY something or I’ll fall apart.” 

“… Kenneth, have you ever heard of Intermittent Explosive Disorder?” 

“No. What’s that?” 

“It’s… Something I’ve been thinking about ever since I first started to see you,” Ethan explained. “IED causes impulsive bursts of anger, which are often disproportionate to whatever sparks them. The outbursts can be things like screaming, tantrums, or breaking things. When feeling rage, a person with IED will often have racing, incoherent thoughts, increased energy, and tightness in the chest. After these episodes, they will usually feel guilty or embarrassed by their behavior. Does any of that sound familiar to you?” 

Kenneth was quiet for a moment. “So…” he said finally. “There’s a name for it?” 

“There is,” Ethan said. “And lots of other people have this condition, too. It’s not uncommon in people who’ve experienced extreme levels of abuse and trauma during childhood, like you have. The good news is that it’s treatable. Coming here and talking to me is one thing that can help you, if you’d like we can try to get you some mood stabilizers. Might take some time to find the correct dosage and medication.” 

“I can take pills that make it go away!?” 

“That can help you MANAGE it,” Ethan corrected. He didn’t want to set Kenneth’s expectations too high. Even after he’d found a medication that worked for him, he was still going to have anger, and it was still going to be intense at times. Hopefully, he’d have an easier time controlling how he REACTED to those feelings, though. “But, they will help you. Would you be interested in trying that?” 

Kenneth nodded. “Yes,” he said. 

Ethan smiled. “Alright, we’ll talk more about that next time you’re here.” He started to stand up, then froze halfway out of his chair. He could practically feel all the liquid in him splashing around as he moved. The fluid was slamming hard against his sensitive skin, and he bit down on a whimper. When he’d been explaining Kenneth’s condition and possible treatments to him, Ethan had been in his element. Just like earlier with Alex, he’d been helping a person understand themselves better. He’d been focused on something that was more IMPORTANT than his bladder. 

Now though, his bladder was fighting hard to remind him that it was actually the most important thing in his universe right now and that if he didn’t start TREATING it that way, it was going to punish him. 

“Oh…” he winced, trying his best to get all the way up onto his feet. A spurt squirted into the cloth beneath his boxers. Then another. And another. And then he knew he’d soaked the material through and was starting to hit clothes, so he tried hard to stop. Tried his best to stop. But, his dribbles kept coming. He finally gave in and clutched himself, pressing hard against his opening and sealing his flow shut. Kenneth KNEW that he had to pee, it was fine to hold himself! 

“Are you sure you’re still okay?” Kenneth asked, watching him struggle. 

“I really, really have to go,” Ethan admitted. “But, I’m still okay. Don’t worry.” 

Kenneth went to the door and opened it. He held it there as Ethan walked through, seeing as now the other man needed to use his hands for something else. 

Kenneth and Ethan were both turning red when they discovered Dwight and James deep in conversation… 

The topic of which was all the weird places Dwight had decided to piss in the past. 

“So, yeah… I’ve pissed outside a whole bunch. Peed into a vase before… Oh, and I peed in my hat once,” Dwight was explaining. “I got stuck in an elevator and I couldn’t wait. I thought ‘Oh, well my hat’s kind of sturdy, maybe I can go in it.’ But, it didn’t hold together as well as I’d thought it would.” 

Kenneth rubbed a hand over his face. “Dwight, I’m sure the nice doctor’s assistant DOESN’T want to hear about you pissing all over the place…” 

Ethan rocked on his heels and tried not to say that HE was sure that was EXACTLY what James wanted to hear about. Maybe James would even want to trade jobs with him if he found out how much Ethan had had to hear about peeing today… 

Dwight turned. “Oh, hey doc. You can definitely pee on that plant if you have to and nobody will even notice. James told me about how—“ 

“Oh, shhhh!” James cried out. 

“—When your pipes froze last December, he didn’t want the plant to die and—“ 

“SHHHHH!” 

Dwight looked at him, “What?” 

“Dwight,” Kenneth said. “Let’s go. You’ve done enough damage here.” 

“Okay…” Dwight said, and the two were out the door. 

Ethan turned to James, whom immediately started to ramble; “I promise, I only peed on the plant that day because—“ 

“I—It’s fine, James,” Ethan said, jerking his hips when his bladder spasmed harshly once again. Sweat trickled down his neck and turned cold. “You don’t happen to have an empty bottle, do you? Oh— No, I’d need to find someplace to hide it…” 

That was precisely how James had predicted Ethan would react to that idea. 

“And, I’m sure I’ve got way more in me than a bottle can fit…” Ethan added softly, so quiet James wasn’t sure if he’d meant for him to hear it. 

James flashed back to his earlier idea and blushed hard. Ethan sure was in an awful state now, his feet shifting, hands kneading against his crotch. A few seconds passed and he made a sound that was quite a bit like a whimper.

James wanted to make him feel better… 

But, would he really do THAT just to make him feel better?! 

Before James could consider it any further, the door was opening, and a woman was entering. 

Ethan made himself go still and forced his hands away from his dick. James could still see the way his muscles were reacting to the ache inside him, his position frozen as his muscles twitched from the strain. 

“Hello!” Ethan said. “Nice to see you!” His voice was louder than he’d intended it to be, and he cleared his throat. “R—Ready to start?” 

The woman gave him an odd look for a second, Ethan saw her gaze still on his crossed legs. “Are you?” 

“O—Of course,” Ethan insisted, uncoiling his legs and forcing them to edge out until they formed an angle they would have taken if he wasn’t struggling not to pee his pants. His knees still trembled, just barely. “I'm fine! I’m ready when you are!” 

The woman nodded and followed Ethan to the office. 

James watched them go, worrying at his lip. Just one more appointment after this one, so Ethan would be done in two hours. Could he last that long? 

When Ethan emerged from his office an hour later, he was limping. He could no longer stand upright all the way, and his hands were wedged into the crease between his legs. James assumed he must have ended up telling his patient the problem he was facing at some point— No way could he have kept it a secret when he was making it so obvious. 

Sure enough, he heard the woman say to him. “Do you want me to try to get your door open?” 

Ethan was stammering, “I— I— I can’t ask you to do that. I’m the one that should be—“ 

“I don’t mind trying,” the woman told him. “You know, it’s okay if YOU’RE the one who needs some help sometimes, right? I think…Is it hard for you to ask for help?” 

Ethan was really blushing now. In just one sentence, he felt like their roles were reversing completely. “Uh… Well, I guess if you’re okay with it…” he said finally. 

The woman took a bobby-pin out of her hair and wedged it into the small hole in the doorknob, she wriggled it around. “I know you can pick some types of locks with these…” 

Ethan twitchily stood off to the side, knees rubbing together. His boxers felt pretty damp, the cloth he’d stuck there to catch his leaks was too wet to make a difference now. He’d spurted so many times during the last hour that his crotch was clammy. His patients were not supposed to worry about HIM. His patients were not supposed to try to help HIM. It was backwards. His hand squeezed so hard against his crotch. He needed help… He sucked in a sharp breath. “I—Is it working?” he asked, hopeful. 

“I’m trying…” she said. 

“If you can’t do it, it’s okay,” Ethan said. “I’ll be fine.” His pelvic muscles shook hard. His whole body was so tense. His bladder was punishing him for every time he told another person that they didn’t need to be concerned for him today. For every time he denied that HE needed to be taken care of as well from time to time. 

Ethan’s hope died more and more the longer the woman tried to pick the lock. She finally turned around, apologetic. “I’m sorry…” she said. 

“It’s fine,” Ethan promised, and immediately a sharp bolt of pain twisted inside his urethra, he felt like the bobby pin was being shoved in THERE instead of into the lock. His bladder was fed up with all of his downplaying. He was bursting, and he needed someone to help him find relief! He made himself smile. “Don’t worry about it.” Another spasm, even worse than the last, and he was bobbing up and down. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” Ethan said, and a long dribble of pee leaked out of his tip. “I— I only have one more appointment,” he explained. “I can hold it for that long.” Another spurt, and it hissed audibly. He prayed she hadn’t heard it. 

“Okay…” she said. “If you’re sure…” She went to James’s desk to pay, and Ethan stood beside his partner, bouncing and squirming, ordering his bladder to just ACCEPT that he wasn’t going to piss for another hour. 

Except, maybe if he RAN next door as fast as he could, got to the toilet and pushed down on his muscles so hard that he somehow managed to gush all this piss out in under a minute and ran back… 

No, he couldn’t do it that fast. He knew he couldn’t. 

Maybe he didn’t HAVE to go all the way next door? There was a little crevice between his building and the sandwich store. He could tuck himself in there and let it all flow… 

And if his patient was walking in at that exact amount, he’d be caught doing it. 

No. Bad idea. 

And it was too late now, anyway. His final appointment of the day had arrived. Another woman, Emily. And this one was able to guess his problem right away— Not that it took much effort, he was holding his crotch, crossing his legs and jiggling. There weren’t very many reasons for a person to do all of that. “Um… Are you okay?” 

“I— Well, my bathroom door is stuck,” Ethan explained. “And I haven’t been able to go all day, and I… I’m afraid I like coffee a bit too much as well. So, I apologize if I am a little bit… Fidgety during our session today.” He couldn’t believe he’d just… Laid it all out like that, given his patient a reason to fret over him. But, somehow he felt BETTER now that he’d said it, now that he didn’t have to try HIDING it anymore. 

“Oh,” Emily said. “Well…” she dug around in her purse, retrieved a very small bottle. “I… I have this?” she said. 

‘Ah…Oh dear…’ Ethan thought. This was so unprofessional. This was wrong. This was not something he should ever do. Ever. The bottle wouldn’t even be big enough! But, he could let SOME of it go, he could get a little relief, take the edge off so he could hold it. And, since she was the one GIVING it to him, he didn’t have to worry so much about hiding it afterwards, right? No, no! He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shou— 

He’d reached for the bottle without realizing, without even consciously choosing to do it. “Th—Thank you,” he said, mouth moving on its own. “O—One moment, please…” He went into his office, shut the door and unzipped himself. He froze. Was he really about to flood a bottle inside his office? While his patient WAITED out there and knew EXACTLY what he was up to? 

‘You’ll… You’ll do a better job if you can CONCENTRATE. And you’ll CONCENTRATE more if you’re not completely bursting…’ With that thought, Ethan’s liquid started to rattle into the small, plastic receptacle. “Ohhhh….” Ethan moaned faintly, his relieved utterance sounding implausibly loud in the quiet room. Just being able to RELAX all those tight muscles for a second felt absolutely incredible. He felt better, he felt better, he felt… He felt the bottle getting warm and heavy. 

All too quickly, he’d nearly reached the top, and knew that he had to cut off his flow or he’d make an enormous mess. He tried, body going rigid as he fought to slam his floodgates shut again. Urine kept leaking and dribbling from his tip, and he managed to stop completely for a second, whimpering. But then he was gushing all over again. 

Pee was starting to spill down the sides of the bottle as he overflowed it, and Ethan squirmed and begged his body to stop, but he was still peeing and now a few drops had hit the carpet, and— 

Ethan released a pained groan, snapped his legs together, and finally stopped. With shaky hands, he twisted the cap back onto the bottle and shoved it into his desk. He knew it was likely to start smelling during the next hour, but his patient KNEW what he’d done already. 

She KNEW what he’d done… 

Blushing hard, Ethan zipped his pants back up. How could he have just done that?! It was wrong! It was inappropriate! It was so, so embarrassing! And he hadn’t even gotten to finish— Stopping midstream had been torture! He stomped his feet against the floor, hips twitching, but after a few seconds he realized his bladder DID feel a little more manageable now. His mind was less clouded by the fog of his desperation, too. 

One more hour. 

He could do that. 

He opened the door, expecting to see Emily right there, but she wasn’t there. He heard her near James’s desk, talking with him. “Does Dr. Willow have trouble accepting help often?” she was asking. 

“He does,” James confirmed. “I tell him all the time that it’s fine if he needs somebody else, but I don’t know. I think he feels like, since he’s always taking care of people and stuff, his own needs have to come second. He lets ME help him a lot, but he’s never been good at asking for i— Oh, hey Ethan!” he waved. “We weren’t talking about you!” 

“It’s quite alright, James,” Ethan told him. Nothing James had said was untrue, Ethan DID often struggle with accepting help, and especially with asking for it.. He knew that, and he knew it was a problem. And, truthfully, he even knew some things he could DO about the behavior. But, Ethan couldn’t be his own therapist, couldn’t view his own struggles through the same objective lens he was able to look at his patients through. “Emily, come back with me.” 

When Ethan took his chair in his office, the waistband of his pants compressed his irritated bladder and made him shiver, tense as could be. 

“Did you use the bottle?” Emily asked him. 

The hot bands in Ethan’s throat grew tighter. “I— I did…” he said. “But… It was kind of… Small.” 

“Oh. So you still need to—“ 

“It’s better now,” Ethan promised. “Don’t worry about me, that’s my job.” He frowned, running that sentence through his head again. It sounded a little backwards, and untrue. Ethan HADN’T been worrying enough about himself today. 

“Okay…” Emily said, and their session began. Ethan bounced in his seat constantly throughout it. He’d squirm uselessly in all directions. The walls of his bladder, the muscles controlling them, and his sphincters were all deeply annoyed, furious with how he’d been treating his body. He hadn’t emptied himself all day, just a whole bunch of shameful leaks, two soaked rags and a bottle he’d overflowed. None of that had been good enough, none of that had gotten him what he truly needed, which was an empty, bone-dry bladder. Ohhh, he just wanted all this piss out of his body, he’d been containing it all for so long that the need was just TERRIBLE now. 

He was able to respond to Emily, he was able to listen to everything she told him and offer advice, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t stop wondering how much time was left— How much longer was he going to have to wait? More spills pumped into his boxers, and he was left with no choice but to grip himself to stem the flow. His hand shook as it pressed harshly into his groin. 

When the session concluded, Ethan was immensely relieved. He decided to let James handle Emily’s payment all on his own, he could manage that perfectly fine. Ethan couldn’t manage his bladder any longer, he needed to run from this room, out the front door and to the sandwich shop. Then, he’d tear into the restroom like he was escaping a rabid grizzly bear and piss away until he was at long last completely empty. 

The first step was getting out of his chair. 

He started to rise, and immediately there was a massive, shuddering cramp assailing him from within, and suddenly his hands weren’t doing anything to keep his urine where it belonged. His lips fell apart in a silent gasp, sweat gushing down his back. He collapsed back in his seat, fanning his legs in and out while panic flared through his mind. 

He couldn’t get up! 

His bladder was so full that he couldn’t move, it was freezing him to his spot, confining him there and preventing its own relief from happening. What could Ethan DO now? He couldn’t get up to run to the toilet without pissing himself, but if he stayed in his chair much longer he was still going to piss himself. 

He’d lost. 

There was no way he was going to make it. He couldn’t do it. It was impossible. 

“Oh! Are you alright?” Emily asked, staring at Ethan’s pained, coiled up body as he rocked back and forth on his chair. 

‘Yes. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,’ Ethan tried to say. But, those words died on his lips. He wasn’t fine at all, and he NEEDED someone to worry about him, he needed someone to… To HELP him. 

James was good at helping him. 

“Pl—Please pay my assistant as fast as you can, and then send him in here?” Ethan requested. He needed help, he needed James… He wanted James now! 

“Okay,” Emily said gently, leaving the room. 

Ethan was by himself now, doubling over with a moan, bucking against the pressure of his palms. None of it was helping anymore. The stone of his bladder was crumbling to bits and he was going to explode! 

Ethan waited for James. He waited and waited and waited. And even though it couldn’t have been more than three minutes before James showed up, Ethan felt like it had been an eternity. 

“Ethan?” James asked. “Are you—“ 

“I can’t get up!” Ethan interrupted, realizing now that he didn’t actually know what he wanted James to DO for him— He’d only got as far as accepting that he needed James’s help. “D—Did Emily leave?” If he was going to flood himself, he didn’t want a patient in the building while it happened. 

“Yeah, it’s just us now,” James said. He hadn’t seen Ethan THIS desperate in a long, long time. Even the day his boyfriend had accidentally urinated in his lap, it hadn’t been this intense. Ethan looked like he was being tortured, his body obviously showing him no mercy. “Can I help you stand?” James offered. He took Ethan’s arm. “Let’s go, nice and steady now…” 

Ethan moaned and latched onto James, slowly being lifted upright, and— 

A hissing sound penetrated the air. 

Ethan was peeing forcefully. His breath hitched and his whole body shuddered. “N—No, I can’t— I can’t walk— I can’t—“ He folded over on himself, clutching away and cutting his release off yet again. But, he could feel so much heat traveling in his length, his piss was sure to start pouring out again any second now. He couldn’t walk, he couldn’t make it… 

“I could carry you?” James suggested, but even as the words passed his lips he knew it would never work. Ethan would probably burst completely the second James had lifted him. He’d drench them both in an instant. And this time, having Ethan accidentally pee on him wouldn’t give James any pleasure at all, he’d be too knotted up with the sympathy he felt for the poor man, having an accident inside his office, soaking the carpet and leaving what was sure to be an obvious stain behind. 

Ethan needed some way to go right where he was. 

James hurriedly opened the drawers of Ethan’s desk. He found the two handkerchiefs Ethan had already let himself flow into. They’d dried off a bit since then, he could use them again. And, maybe if he soaked ALL of the cloths he’d get enough out to be able to walk to a toilet? 

‘No,’ he thought. He could already imagine what Ethan would say; 

“I was going to throw out the two I… used. I can’t ruin them all like that!” 

He found the bottle Ethan had filled. Maybe if he dumped it out somewhere, Ethan could refill it again and again until he was finished. It was sure going to hurt to have to start and stop over and over, but it would be better than a full on accident. 

Where COULD he empty it, though? The only sink was in the bathroom, so it was as unobtainable as the toilet was. Maybe he could pour it on the plant instead, then? 

Once more, he could hear Ethan’s response. 

“I… Have a lot in me. If you water a plant too much, it dies. And it’s probably gonna be worse if we use something that ISN’T even water.” 

There weren’t any other options inside the drawers, though. And Ethan’s trash-can was wire mesh, any liquid would run straight out of it and soak the floor. He couldn’t pee THERE, either. 

There was that… That one idea James had been wrestling with all day… 

Would Ethan be okay with it? Just so long as James assured him that HE was okay with it? Would it even work? Would Ethan be able to relax and let go of his bladder in such a strange, off-putting way? Would James be able to swallow it fast enough, or would it spill out on the floor? James couldn’t end up CHOKING on it, could he? Was that possible? 

There was only one way to find out the answers to those questions. James took a deep breath. “We… Are alone now,” he said. “And, um… I had an idea of a way I can help you… But it’s… I don’t know if you’d like it because it’s really, really weird. And you’d probably think it’s gross and you wouldn’t want to put me through it— But, I promise I’M okay with it if you are, so don’t worry about that, and—“ 

“J—James…” Ethan whined. “If you have an idea, please tell me? I— I’m holding on by a thread.” 

“O—Okay,” James said. “Now, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If it makes you too uncomfortable, I’ll try to find some other way. I just want to make you feel better, and if this makes you feel worse, tell me and I won’t be upset. I’ll just think of something els—“ 

Ethan stomped his feet hard. “James, please?” He needed relief! He didn’t care how he got it! He couldn’t fathom what James was going to suggest. The only thing he could come up with was that James was going to say they take their shirts off and have Ethan stand on top of them while he pissed his pants so that the carpet would be saved. Ethan wouldn’t like it very much, but he absolutely didn’t want to make a mess of the floor, and they’d be going straight home anyway so their clothes would get clea— 

“I… Um…” This was one of those incredibly rare moments where James struggled to talk. Usually, he chattered nonstop and didn’t think twice about what came out of his mouth. Now though, he couldn’t even string a sentence together! And, it was worse because Ethan couldn’t wait much longer to hear the idea, if James didn’t spit it out, Ethan was going to pee his pants before an alternative was even presented. 

“James…” 

“Okay, okay!” James said. “I was… I just… I wouldn’t mind if you… In my mouth, and I… Got rid of it for you…” 

Ethan stared at him, his teeth grinding together sharply as he sucked in a very shallow puff of air. A very long moment passed, during which Ethan twitched and shook and his face started to go pale instead of pink. 

“If you don’t wanna do that, that’s okay! I’ll think of— Of something else!”

“James. Are you sure? I thought you told me you weren’t interested in… In drinking… It.” 

“I’m still not,” James admitted. “But, the idea doesn’t gross me out a ton, either. I dunno why, but I’m, like… Okay with it. I wanna help you feel all better, and—“ 

“You’d… You’d be willing to…” Ethan’s mouth dropped shut. He couldn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t make any more sounds beyond his tiny, whimpering moans. 

“I would,” James said, blushing. It wasn’t like he thought this was a very normal thing to offer, either. But, he… He just wanted to help Ethan. That was what he always wanted. “Only if YOU’RE willing. You don’t have to…” 

Ethan wrenched hard against his clenching hands, knees wobbling and buckling beneath him. “I— I think… I think I… I kinda DO have to. Really bad. You’re sure, though?” 

“I am,” James said. “I’m okay with it, I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I wasn’t okay with it.” 

“O—Okay,” Ethan said. His trembling fingers curled around his zipper, bladder spasming and begging him to yank it down. He hesitated. He’d peed in some odd places before, he could admit that. Desperation had driven him to relieve himself in a lot of spots that wouldn’t have been his first choice. This, though. This was… He didn’t even KNOW what this was. “James, I— What if— What if it’s grosser than you’re imagining, and you… You can’t…” 

James looked him in the eyes, and noticed he was beginning to tear up. Was his bladder hurting that bad, or was it something else? “What?” 

“I… I… What if, you actually really hate this. And then… Afterwards, you can’t even look at me. You think I’m too disgusting, and… And so you don’t like me anymore…” 

“I could never stop liking you,” James promised. “Even if it… Tastes really, really bad, and it turns out I hate every second of it, I’ll still love you just as much afterwards.” 

“But, what if you’re wrong?” 

“I’ll still see you the same way,” James assured. “Even if I end up thinking this is gross. I won’t stop loving you because of that. It won’t change anything. If I hate it, all it will mean is that I tried something out that I didn’t enjoy. But, I don’t think I CAN completely hate it, because I’ll be HELPING you.”

“O—Okay…” Ethan said, beginning to unzip. “H—How do I— How do we—“ 

“Um…” James got down on his knees, the same way he did when he was readying himself to suck Ethan off. Those memories gave him an idea of how to make sure Ethan didn’t ‘miss’. “Maybe… Just… stick it in my mouth? Like if we were—“ 

Ethan nodded, trembling as he freed his cock. James saw a drop of urine already collected on his tip. “Um… Okay… You’re sure?” 

“Yes, you don’t need to ask,” James said. “I’m sure. Whenever you’re ready.” 

Ethan wanted to do this, he certainly ENJOYED having James’s lips wrapped around his cock. And, he was dying to go. He was dribbling where he stood, little droplets plinking to the carpet. With his dick now out, Ethan wrapped his hands around it, swayed from side to side, jiggled up and down. 

It shouldn’t have been so adorable, but James felt some heat in his cheeks anyway. Ethan was doing his familiar pee dance, so full of need, ready to burst. It made James want to take care of him. 

“If you’re too uncomfortable…” 

“I— I am uncomfortable,” Ethan said. “I can’t hold it…” 

“You don’t have to.” James reached out towards Ethan’s cock. “Let me help.” 

Ethan released his penis from his hands, urine immediately beading up in his urethra. “O—Okay, you… Um… However you want…” 

James edged himself closer, his hand grasped Ethan’s dick and he looked up. Ethan nodded, very slightly. So, James continued, he drew Ethan’s member into his mouth and focused on holding his tongue still. He wasn’t sure if Ethan COULD get hard in this condition, but didn’t want to tempt him to. It would become very difficult for him to piss if that happened. 

‘Maybe if I got him hard, he’d be able to walk next door without going?’ James thought briefly, but he knew THAT was a godawful idea. Ethan would never walk into the sandwich store with an erection, even if he was able to hide it. 

James waited for the first spurts of Ethan’s piss to wet his tongue, but nothing came out. He assumed Ethan was waiting for some kind of signal that it was time, so James looked up at him and flashed a thumbs-up. 

Ethan was actually TRYING to pee, he was just having trouble. Everything in him was screaming that this wasn’t a good idea, that James would be revolted, that in spite of everything he’d said to the contrary, he’d be so disgusted after this was finished that he’d never look at Ethan again. He shook from so much more than desperation. 

Suddenly, he felt something warm encasing his hand, felt it being gently squeezed. James was holding him, trying to reassure him, to make him understand and accept that this was an okay thing to do and that James wanted it. James wanted to help and make him feel better. 


Ethan’s bladder loosened, and his release began. His heart thudded hard in his chest. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. He was pissing into James’s mouth, pissing down his throat. He was… He was USING him…

Ethan let out a strange noise that was a mixture of nervousness and relief. It felt good to let go, and he couldn’t stop, but… But he was USING James… He was…He was defiling him… 

James had been weirdly startled by the warmth of Ethan’s urine. He had no idea why, he knew full well that pee was warm, but it felt strange inside his mouth, going down his esophagus. The taste wasn’t anything James thought he’d ever find himself craving, but it wasn’t absolutely horrendous either. James didn’t think he would have cared that much if it HAD been revolting, anyway. 

James had to swallow quickly, The release pouring from Ethan’s tap was forceful and fast. Poor thing had held it so long, had held so much… It was all going to have to blast out now. Except, Ethan STILL didn’t seem to be relaxing. His body was still shuddering, his expression was still pinched. 

Their hands were still joined together. James squeezed down on Ethan’s hand again, rubbed a soothing circle into it with his thumb

Ethan understood immediately. Ethan wasn’t using him. Ethan was merely accepting his help; Help that James was happy to give. 

And Ethan tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut and a sigh falling from his lips. James could feel the tension fading from his partner’s body, finding relaxation now as his bladder emptied itself. At last, James knew that he WAS helping, he WAS making Ethan feel all better. Warmth and fuzziness bubbled in his chest, and suddenly Ethan’s urine tasted a little bit better. 

Slowly, Ethan’s deluge faded into a slight dribble, and his cock began to stiffen within James’s mouth. Ethan squeezed James’s hand twice, firmly. James leaned back then, swallowing the last of the liquid that had seeped into his mouth. He looked at Ethan’s now hard cock, but didn’t get much more than a glance at it before Ethan turned away from him. 

“Ethan…?” 

“I— I’m so sorry,” Ethan said. “I’m really, really, really sorry. I know you wanted to help me, and I’m… I’m thankful. But… I’m sorry.” 

James came to his side. “You have nothing to apologize for. I offered to do that. You didn’t make me.” 

“Did… Did it feel… Degrading?” Ethan asked. “I don’t ever want to— To make you feel that way.” 

“It didn’t feel like that at all,” James said. “It felt like I was helping you, because I was.” 

“You… Did help,” Ethan said. “I feel better. I had to go so bad, James…” 

“I know,” James nodded. “But, everything’s okay now.” He put a hand against Ethan’s back, rubbed him there gently. “I’m here for you.” 

Ethan relaxed greatly at the touch, he started to tuck his penis back into his pants, when James glanced at it. It was still stiff, too stimulated from being enclosed in James’s warm mouth. “You want more help?” he asked. 

“James, we can’t do THAT in my office,” Ethan said, blushing. 

“You just pissed in my mouth in your office,” James reminded. “What’s one more thing?” 

Ethan thought about it. His erection didn’t seem to be fading. “Okay,” he said. “You can help me again.” 

“Yay!” James said, and immediately he was back on his knees, opening his mouth. 

This time, Ethan guided his length into James’s mouth himself, releasing a moan as James immediately began to suckle on it, occasionally flicking it with his tongue. He rubbed a hand through James’s hair, guiding his head down. “Th—Thank you…” he panted. “Thank you… Thank you… You make me feel so good…” 

James rubbed a hand overtop of his clothed crotch. Being praised didn’t get to him as much as it got to Ethan, but it still felt wonderful to hear him breathe those words out as he sucked away. He tongued Ethan’s tip, enjoying the taste of him. 

Tension built up in Ethan’s body, pleasure rolling over him as James continued to lick and flick at his cock. James took Ethan in further, swallowing him up to his base, and prompting a massive, massive moan from his lips. James’s mouth was so tight, so warm, so— 

Ethan frantically tapped on James’s shoulder to get his attention, but it was too late. He was already cumming, ejecting thick ropes of semen down his boyfriend’s throat. James reacted by simply CONTINUING to suck, hollowing out his cheeks and flexing his tongue against Ethan’s softening length. 

“Ohhhh,” Ethan groaned. “God— James— James—!” 

James withdrew from Ethan, gulping again, swallowing all of Ethan’s cum. Ethan stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did you just—“ 

“Why are you surprised?” James laughed. “After what we just did?” 

Ethan blushed. “Um… Did it taste good?” 

“Yeah,” James said. “And I helped you again!” 

“Eheh, yeah…” Ethan said. “Let’s um… Let’s go home now. And I… Kinda want to give you something to drink that didn’t… Er… Didn’t… Come out of me. I wanna get you some water.” 

“I mean, one of those WAS water at one point,” James said. “And coffee. Mostly coffee, I guess.” 

“Um…Yeah,” Ethan said. “I just…” He pulled James into a hug. “Er… Thank you for doing that… You helped me. I feel good now.” 

James hugged back, “Yay! That’s all that matters!”

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9 hours ago, secretomoact said:

Written for the Omovember Prompt “Free Choice”, so here’s Ethan needing to hold it in all day. 

This chapter includes a scene involving pee drinking, however this does not occur until the very end and there is plenty of regular desperation and wetting content before then. 

Alex and Adam are both from my fic “Firsts”, and Kenneth and Dwight appear in “Guard”.

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The door to the restroom in Ethan’s practice was stuck. Completely. The lock had gotten engaged from the inside somehow, and until the locksmith came and fixed it, that door wasn’t going to budge. Ethan had tried his best to open it himself, he’d even tried forcing it down by ramming into it with his shoulder— Which only succeeded in giving him a very sore arm.

The door wasn’t going to open, though. 

After four coffees and an hour since he’d relieved himself at home, naturally when Ethan had discovered the door was stuck, his biggest concern was for James. 

He turned around immediately and explained the situation to him. 

“Oh,” James frowned. “And you had all those coff—“ 

“Today, I want you to go next door to the sandwich shop and use their restroom, alright?” Ethan instructed. “You don’t have to ask. If I’m busy, you don’t have to wait to tell me where you’re going— If I come out here and don’t see you, I’ll know that’s where you went.” 

“Um, okay, but what if the phone rings while I’m out? And, are YOU gonna be—“ 

“If that happens,” Ethan said. “And I’m with a patient, it won’t be the end of the world if the machine picks up and we need to call back. I want to be sure that you’re comfortable.” 

“That’s very sweet, but you have a lot of—“ 

Ethan kissed him on the cheek, silencing him. “It’s okay, James. I can handle things while you take a few minutes to pee. Don’t worry.” And with that, he was going into his office. 

James sighed when he saw the door shut. “That’s not what I’m worried about…” he mumbled. Ethan was booked solid today with back to back appointments— Days like this, he hardly had the time to use the restroom that was IN here. No way would he be able to walk all the way next door, relieve himself, and come back without messing up his schedule. 

And after all that coffee this morning, there was no doubt that Ethan was going to NEED a toilet break before the day was over. It would be impossible for anybody to hold that much for so long— Even Ethan. 

Ethan apparently hadn’t realized ANY of that, however, because when he came back out of his office he grabbed his water bottle. James understood that Ethan’s throat probably got dried out talking to people all day long, but he thought it would be best to IGNORE the water bottle today. “Um… Ethan?” James ventured. “The door…” 

“Right, when you have a moment you should call the locksmith to come handle it,” Ethan told him. “But, like I said, it’s FINE if you go next door to pee. Make SURE you do that, alright? I don’t want you to hurt yourself because you think I’ll be upset about you walking out.” 

James appreciated all the reassurance, even if he HADN’T been worried about Ethan getting angry with him in the first place. “I promise, I’ll go when I need to go, it’s just—“ 

“Perfect,” Ethan praised. “Need my favorite assistant to be comfy.” 

“I’m your ONLY assistant…” 

“That’s because you’re so good that I don’t need anyone else.” 

James thought that since his job was supposed to be about HELPING Ethan and REMINDING him of things, he should try to steer the conversation back on course. “That’s so sweet, but I’m worried about—“ 

The door opened and a woman walked in. Ethan smiled warmly at her, “Hello,” he said. “You’re right on time. Ready to start?” 

The woman nodded shyly and followed him back into his office. 

James sighed to himself once more. Well. Ethan was GOING to figure out the problem eventually, whether he wanted to or not… 

James sat at his desk and opened Ethan’s schedule on his computer again, confirming that he really was booked solid today— He’d even decided to forego lunch to squeeze someone in at the last moment. James planned to find some time to feed Ethan at least a few crackers or something today, though. He couldn’t just go without food until dinner! 

James had fallen in love with Ethan because of how deeply he cared for others, how much he yearned to heal and help people. He had such a big heart that it made James’s own heart swell. But, all those wonderful things about Ethan came with a big negative; Ethan had a lot of trouble realizing that sometimes HE was the one that needed help. He put other people first so much that he neglected to take care of himself. 

That was James’s job, to be the one that took care of Ethan— to be the one that convinced him it wouldn’t take too long to eat just a few crackers between his patients if it kept him from getting dizzy. 

James wasn’t sure HOW he was going to take care of Ethan today, though. Even if Ethan RAN from this building to the next one, there wasn’t enough time at all between appointments for a bathroom break today. And there was no doubt in James’s mind that Ethan was going to be needing one of those very, very badly before long. 

James sat there, waiting for the phone to ring, occasionally checking over the schedule for the upcoming few days. The phone stayed silent, which gave James a lot of time to think. He was Ethan’s assistant, and that meant he was supposed to help him with any problem he encountered, that meant he was supposed to be organized and prepared. 

So, James tried to come up with a plan for what to do when Ethan’s bladder inevitably started to burst. A part of James was a little excited for that moment to arrive, but the rest was just worried. Ethan wasn’t going to enjoy getting desperate at work with no way to relieve himself. He’d just start stressing out, having a hard time actually DOING his job while he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. 

Maybe James could… Go next door to the sandwich shop, where he knew they sold plastic water bottles. He’d buy one, drink its contents, and save the empty receptacle for later when Ethan needed it. Yes. That was a good idea. Ethan could come behind the desk and refill the bottle between patients, there would be plenty of time to do that since it wouldn’t require walking back and forth. 

But, he could already hear what Ethan would say. “James, no. I can’t relieve myself behind the desk. What if my next appointment comes in before I’m done and sees that?” 

James could tell him to hide in his office while he used it instead, he supposed. He wouldn’t get to WATCH Ethan go if he did that, but it would still accomplish the main goal— Getting Ethan an empty bladder. 

Again, he imagined what Ethan would say. “That’s a better idea, but then I either have to find someplace to HIDE a bottle full of urine inside my office, or carry it out and risk someone walking in and seeing it.” 

James tried to think of something better, some way to just get rid of all the pee without it leaving a trace. For the tiniest second, his mind flashed back to two moments; the amazing feeling of Ethan accidentally letting go all over his lap, and a particular video he’d watched a long time ago— A desperate man relieving himself into his partner’s mouth. 

At the time, the idea hadn’t turned James on that much. The desperation in the video had been very hot, and he’d liked the look on the man’s face as he’d let go, but the ‘drinking’ part had been outside of James’s interest. And it still didn’t REALLY turn him on, he just thought it would solve the problem. He’d take care of Ethan, whatever it took. 

He kept thinking, picturing how Ethan would react to that suggestion. “Awww, poor Ethan!” he’d begin cheerfully, watching as his partner jiggled around and held himself. “You don’t have time to go next door, do you? Well, I tried to think of somewhere else you can pee, and if we go into your office, then you can do it in my mouth so that there won’t be any evidence left behind!” 

After this, there would be a heavy, heavy silence before Ethan would just turn around and pretend James HADN’T said that. 

That was definitely his worst idea yet… 

James could barely believe he’d even just thought of it! He liked to help Ethan and make him feel comfortable, but… He wouldn’t do it like THAT, would he?! He WAS strangely okay with the idea of Ethan pissing in his mouth, and that confused him.

 If it was just that the idea aroused him, if it was that it got him horny to think about it, James would UNDERSTAND himself a little better right now. It would be simple; Just, James had a piss kink, so it would get him off if Ethan peed in his mouth.

But, the struggle was how the idea DIDN’T arouse him at all; Pee-drinking wasn’t one of his interests, it wasn’t part of the fetish for him. Desperation was, wetting was, relief was, being peed ON was, as he’d recently learned. But… Drinking? It wasn’t. It didn’t do anything for him. 

As much as it had weighed on his mind, his dick was still soft and the electric tingles he felt when something turned him on weren’t happening. All he felt was a desire to HELP Ethan today if he couldn’t hold his bladder. The thought of drinking Ethan’s piss wasn’t making him horny, it was just making him think ‘Well, if that’s what has to happen, I’ll do it for him.’ Just this… Sort of acceptance that he’d do whatever it took to get Ethan comfortable. 

And he was pretty sure that ‘Well, fine. I guess I’ll drink his piss later if he needs me to.’ wasn’t a normal thought to be having. 

Before he could agonize over the bizarre new direction of his thoughts any further, the door to Ethan’s office opened. His patient stepped out and James took her payment. “Thank you!” he said to her brightly, trying to banish the odd idea from his mind. 

James turned to look at Ethan as he left the office, too. He watched Ethan move down the hallway towards the restroom. He watched Ethan grasp the doorknob and try to turn it. Then, he watched Ethan stumble back and tap his forehead a little. “Heh… That was silly…” Ethan mumbled. 

“You okay, Ethan?” James called. 

“Yeah,” Ethan said, walking closer to the desk. “You know, the funny thing? I was THINKING about how the door was stuck as I tried to open it— You’re going to use the toilet next door, right?” 

“Yes, don’t worry about me,” James said. ‘At least, don’t worry about me because of THAT,’ he added to himself. He still didn’t know what was wrong with him, why he would even consider for half a second— 

‘Ethan’s a therapist, he can probably tell you what’s wrong with your imagination today,’ James thought. But, that would mean telling Ethan what he’d been thinking about.

Plus, Ethan had told him plenty of times “I can give you all the advice you want in our day to day life, of course. And I’m always happy to hear what you’re feeling, or hold you if you’re sad. But, I can’t be your therapist, it wouldn’t be a good idea. I can’t treat someone that I have a relationship with, my own emotions would get in the way. If you would like a therapist, I can recommend someone else to you.” 

Would asking Ethan about this really count as therapy, though? 

It didn’t matter, James didn’t want to tell him at all! 

“A—Are you okay?” James asked finally. 

“Fine,” Ethan said, swaying slightly. “I… Wish I’d had less coffee, though.” He looked at the clock. “Maybe there’s time for me to—“ 

Before he could finish, his next patient walked in. His expression brightened right away, and he stopped his nervous foot-hopping, appearing as though he’d never even started. “Ah, hello! Right on time,” he said. “Come with me.” And again, he was returning to his office. 

James looked back at his computer. Maybe he should look ‘I’d let my boyfriend pee in my mouth if he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Is that normal?’ up on the Internet. 

Probably not… 

Why was he worrying about this, anyway? Even if Ethan did end up getting unfathomably desperate today, and even if James did offer himself as a solution, no way would Ethan AGREE to it. It wasn’t going to happen. And, if it did, James was likely to be a lot LESS okay with it in real life than he was in his imagination. He knew he was being silly anyway; He was bothered because… He WASN’T bothered by something? That didn’t even make sense! 

He had to think about something else. 

But, over an hour of thinking about piss had gotten to his bladder, and he realized his hips were shimmying a little in his seat. He needed to go… Ethan had said it was fine for him to pee next door, and he wasn’t going to argue— No way could HE hold it all day with his tiny bladder. Ethan had also told him he didn’t need to SAY he was leaving, but he grabbed a post-it and wrote a note for Ethan anyway. Just in case. 

Then, he took his break. 

He returned shortly after, returned to his computer, returned to waiting for a phone call. He tried NOT to return to his earlier thoughts, but they crept in from time to time anyway. 

Ethan saw his patient to the door a little while later, and James noticed a very hesitant bounce in his step. He knew the other was starting to fill up, starting to become uncomfortable. Ethan anxiously opened the front door and stepped out, and James winced when he saw Ethan bump into his next patient. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “Did something come up? Do we need to reschedule?” 

Ethan took a step back and smiled. “No, you don’t need to do anything. It’s alright. Today is fine.” He shifted slightly, hitching his hips so imperceptibly that only James could notice it. Today was NOT fine for Ethan… 

“If you’re having an emergency you need to take care of,” the woman said. “That’s okay.“ 

James saw Ethan reddening at her word-choice. Ethan may not have been having an ‘emergency’ yet, but he was approaching one, that was for sure. “No, I wasn’t leaving for anything important, I was just gonna go next door for a second to get something, but it can wait. No big deal.” He laughed slightly. “I’m here for you!”

“Alright,” the woman nodded, and Ethan led her back to the office. 

Between appointments, James saw Ethan growing more and more antsy. He’d rub his hands nervously against his thighs as he greeted patients, anxiously adjust his glasses or step lightly in place. By noon, when Ethan would ordinarily take a lunch break if he was able to, James could tell he needed to go bad. 


Ethan stood beside James’s desk, twisting from side to side. “Oh, of course the door had to get stuck on a day when I have to skip lunch…” he mumbled. “You’ve been going, right? Haven’t been holding it?” 

James looked down at his fingernails, drumming them against the desk. Should he really tell Ethan that he’d peed three times today so far? Wouldn’t that make him feel worse? 

“James…” Ethan prompted. 

“I’ve… I’ve been going,” James promised. 

Ethan nodded, continuing to shuffle his feet. “Maybe if I run as fast as I c—“ 

The door opened again, and Ethan made himself go still. He managed it for the most part, his spine knotting with tension and making him shake a little. His bladder was feeling heavy and tight above his dick, and he was blushing as he tried not to focus on that. “Hello,” he greeted the two people whom had walked in. 

Ethan really wasn’t SUPPOSED to have favorite patients, but sometimes that happened anyway. Alex was one of those times. He was such a sweet young man, and seeing him interact with his boyfriend Adam always warmed Ethan’s heart. 

“Right on time,” Ethan told them. 

Alex shyly stood behind Adam, whom clasped his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was how the two usually looked for the first few minutes when they visited Ethan. But, Alex always opened up more once they were in his office. 

“Thank you for finding time,” Adam told him. “I’m sorry if we’re making you miss lunch.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” Ethan said, struggling to ignore the sweat rolling down his back. His need for a pee was getting more insistent. “I’ll have a snack when I get a chance.” He wasn’t the least bit hungry right now though. His bladder was too full for him to notice if his stomach felt empty. “Alex, I’m happy to see you today.” 

Alex came out a little further from his boyfriend’s shadow and smiled a little. He nodded, “Th—Thank you…” 

“Are you ready to start?” 

“Yes… Yes, sir,” Alex said. 

“Alex,” Ethan said gently. “We’ve talked about that, you may call me Ethan.” 

“S—Sorry, sir— I mean— Sorry, Ethan.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Ethan said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He led Alex to his office and sat down in his chair, subtly shifting his thighs against it to try and ease away some of his need. “Sit down, Alex.” 

Alex sat on the couch across from him, nervously twiddling his fingers. 

“It’s okay,” Ethan soothed. “The only reason I don’t want you to call me ‘sir’ is because you’ve told me that it’s what—“ 

“It’s what Papa made me call him sometimes,” Alex filled in. “And… You don’t want me to see you the way I saw Papa?” 

“Exactly,” Ethan said. 

Alex was an interesting person. He’d been raised inside of a cult, one which was based in following Biblical principles and viewing large families as a blessing from God; Two things which sounded fine at first, but were darker in practice. 

The father of any household was to be viewed as superior, and to always be obeyed; The cult claimed that God spoke through the father. Children were to be homeschooled with a very specific curriculum that focused exclusively on the Bible. Girls were to be trained to become dutiful wives and mothers and to birth as many children as she could for the man selected by her father. Girls were permitted to only wear dresses or skirts that reached the ankles and could never cut their hair. Boys could seek employment as they got older, but only within the church or at businesses the church approved of. Boys weren’t allowed to have long hair, wear jeans, or look at women that were dressed ‘immodestly’. Higher education was forbidden. Music and dancing were banned. Children were seldom allowed to leave the home unless it was to attend church. The father was encouraged to use corporal punishment if his wife or children ever disobeyed him or the rules set out by the church. 

Alex hadn’t known anything about that was odd until Adam’s family moved in next door to his. Alex had started to question many of the things he’d been taught about outsiders, and about himself. He’d told Ethan his big breakthrough moment was when he realized that a whole bunch of the things his father said WEREN’T actually things that Jesus had said. “Jesus never said that all music is evil,” Alex had told Ethan. “Only Papa said that.” 

It had been very, very hard for Alex to leave, however. Complicating it further, Adam had helped Alex learn something important about himself; Adam was trans, and after he came out to Alex and explained everything, Alex had had another big breakthrough moment where he understood what the ‘icky, bad feelings’ he’d been experiencing all his life actually meant, and that he could do something that made them go away. 

The world outside was frightening to Alex, transitioning AND starting a brand new life in a new place at the same time was a lot to deal with. Plus, Alex had so much to work through regarding his past. Adam helped him where he could. Adam was always beside him and helping him feel safe in new spaces. Adam helped him explore his identity and taught him that there wasn’t one, single ‘right’ way to be trans. Adam held him when he was feeling hurt and upset… 

But, there were things Adam COULDN’T do. Adam had never been through the kinds of things Alex had gone through, many of them were unimaginable to him. Adam could hug him after a nightmare and repeat to him “It’s okay, I’m here now, it’s over…” But that wasn’t enough. Alex needed more, and Adam eventually had recognized that he couldn’t be Alex’s ONLY support, because there were some things Adam didn’t know HOW to help with. 

So, that was where Ethan had come in. He’d helped Alex out a lot, making him feel less insecure about how little he knew of the world. (“It was your father’s job to prepare you for these things. He failed you, and that isn’t your fault. You can still catch up, it’s never too late. It isn’t a race.”) He’d helped Alex get his prescription for testosterone, and wrote the letter which cleared him for his top surgery. He’d talked to Alex about his past, so he could better understand which parts of it hadn’t been ‘normal’. He’d talked to Alex about his beliefs, helped him determine how many of them truly came from him, and how many of them had just been PUT there. 

Alex had a lot of fears, a lot of insecurities, and that was understandable. So when Adam had called the previous evening and apologetically explained that Alex was going through a very hard time and needed an extra session as soon as possible, Ethan hadn’t thought twice about squeezing him in. 

Speaking of ‘squeezing’ however, his bladder was doing an awful lot of that right now. Not that it mattered. Ethan was going to wait. Ethan was going to hold it. Ethan was going to ignore the awful tugging going on around the base of his cock and he was going to be THERE for Alex right now. He was going to be there for his next patient too, and the one after that, and so on. He was going to hold it until the day was finished, and then he was going to head next door and relieve himself at last. He was going to do all of that, and his bladder was just going to have to accept it. 

Ethan tensed all his muscles and looked Alex in the eyes. “How are you doing today?” he asked. 

Alex quietly looked down, beginning to fidget with his fingers again. 

Ethan fidgeted, too. He shifted in his chair, squirming his thighs and trying to find a more comfortable position. But, there didn’t seem to be one that existed anymore. His belt was cutting into the small, round swell resting painfully between his hip bones— WHY had he worn a belt today? He usually got away without one… He wanted to take it apart, make it stop crushing him. 

Would Alex notice that? Therapists weren’t supposed to appear anxious and uncomfortable, they were supposed to look calm, so that their patients could feel calm. “Alex…?” Ethan asked again. “Is there something you’d like to talk to me about? It can be anything you want.” 

Alex glanced back down at his lap. “I… I… Adam wanted me to come in today, because of how I… Did something.” 

“Oh,” Ethan said, shifting backwards and trying to escape from the painful pressure of his belt. This didn’t work, of course; The belt moved right along with him. 

He had a feeling he knew where Alex was going; Guilt was a very powerful emotion to Alex, feeling as though he’d done something wrong— no matter how minor— could make him spiral into a panic. Many times, Ethan had explained to him that feeling guilt after a mistake was natural and normal, but that the healthiest way to assuage guilt was to apologize, not to beat oneself up over it. Most often, Ethan had to talk Alex down from believing he was going to burn in Hell for little things, like accidentally forgetting to pay for a stick of gum. 

Ethan waited for Alex to continue, but he didn’t. “Alex, it’s okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ll never judge you.” 

“I… I…” Alex’s lip trembled. “I… I wet the bed…” His face was scorched pink. “Mine and Adam’s… And, I didn’t mean to!” 

“Of course you didn’t mean to,” Ethan said soothingly. This wasn’t something he particularly wanted to discuss while his bladder continued to knot up inside him, but if Alex NEEDED to talk about it, he’d simply cross his legs and bear it. His hips shook a bit with tension as he continued; “Bed-wetting is completely involuntary. You can’t fully control what your body does when it’s asleep.” 

“But…” Alex was obviously fighting hard not to cry. “I’m too old to be doing that…” 

Ethan squeezed his legs together, ankles rubbing against one another, relishing the small bit of relief this gave him. There was heat building in his cheeks, whether from the pressure he was fighting back or from the way he’d decided to respond to Alex, he didn’t know. “Hey, want to know a secret?” 

“Um… Okay,” Alex said shyly. 

“Alright,” Ethan said. His bladder sent a spasm up through his body, urine pushing tightly against the base of his cock as he recalled an incident that had occurred a few months back. “A little bit ago, I wet the bed, too.” 

“You did?” Alex’s eyes widened. 

“I did,” Ethan nodded. “A few times, actually. And I’m even older than you. Age doesn’t matter with these things, they just happen. Something scary happened to me that made me have bad dreams, and that would make me have accidents. Stress and fear are actually big triggers for bed wetting. Have you been feeling anxious lately?” 

Alex looked away. He was breathing easier now, and clearly still surprised by Ethan’s admission. “Well, when I… When I wet myself, I’d been having a bad dream, too.” 

“Understandable,” Ethan said, a shivery pulse rippling through his full bladder and causing him to squirm his body from side to side for a moment. “Do you remember what the dream was about?” 

“Well, at first, it was normal… Just, I had to go pee very badly, and I couldn’t find a toilet where I was,” Alex explained. 

At that statement, Ethan subtly inched a hand against his left thigh and gave it a tiny pinch. He felt very silly a moment later when he didn’t wake up. He’d doubted that this was a dream— everything seemed much too normal for that to be the case. His body just wished that he could escape from his building desperation that easily. The little knotted bump below his belly-button felt firm and painful. 

Alex continued, “And, Adam was with me to help me look, which made me feel better. But, there were also all these fountains and rivers, and other stuff that kept making me have to go even worse.” 

Ethan’s fingers curled around the arm-rests of his chair, white-knuckled as he bent forward and bit back against a soft groan. His bladder was screaming at him to move, to bounce his knees, to stomp his feet, but Alex would definitely notice if he did all that. He’d look like he didn’t care about Alex’s problems and was eager for him to stop talking. That wouldn’t do at all! So, he forced his feet to stay glued to the floor, ignoring all the angry pulses from within demanding he allow them to squirm. 

Alex continued describing his dream, all the watery imagery he’d endured, a few moments where he’d found a restroom only for something about it to be wrong and off and unusable, how his dream self had gotten grotesquely swollen the longer he tried to find relief. “And— And, then… I turned around and Adam wasn’t with me anymore.” 

“So, now you felt lost,” Ethan said, without noticing it he’d stood halfway out of his seat, his ass barely touching it anymore as his body vibrated from the constant spasms. 

“Yeah,” Alex said. “I don’t like it when he’s not there…”

“We have talked before about this; Your separation anxiety,” Ethan said. “It is very normal that you feel frightened being apart from the person that helped you escape your old home. You see him as a bit of a guide now, don’t you? Your protector?” 

“Yes,” Alex agreed. “I need someone to tell me how to do stuff, I mess up if I’m alone…” 

“So, being in an unfamiliar place without him… Of course it scares you. But, it’s also good for you to learn HOW to go places on your own so that you’ll see you really DON’T mess things up as often as you think. I know you’ve gone out by yourself a couple times now, and I want you to continue doing that, it will get less frightening the more times you do it. I promise.” 

“O—Okay,” Alex said. “I’ll try… But… Um… In the dream, when I saw he wasn’t there anymore, I got very scared. And I tried to find him, but instead… I— I found Papa.” 

“Oh… Well, that’s normal too. We often have dreams recreating our bad memories.” 

“It wasn’t completely a memory,” Alex said. “The first part sort of was, he was yelling stuff he’d yelled at me before. About how Adam ‘ruined’ me and turned me into an ‘abomination’…” 

“That isn’t true,” Ethan promised. “Adam helped you, and you’re a wonderful person.” 

“And… When he got done yelling, he opened a door and shoved me in, and I fell for a long time. When I stopped, I was in Hell… And it was so… I could hear Papa yelling about how I ‘belonged’ there and would have to stay forever, and… I was so scared that I finally woke up, but the sheets were all wet, and I felt so… I felt so terrible. I cried a lot.” 

Ethan legs shook from top to bottom as he thought that over. His own relationship with God was complicated. He’d been raised in a church, but no longer followed any organized religion while retaining a belief that something must have existed out there to look after the universe. Hell had often been used as a threat for him growing up as well, but not to the extent it had obviously been used against Alex. “Alex, no God would ever send you to Hell.” 

“Because He’ll forgive me?” 

“Because there’s nothing TO forgive you for,” Ethan told him. “You’ve done nothing wrong." 

Alex started to shake again. “B—But, Papa said… Papa said that— That me being this way means I have to go to Hell, and it doesn’t matter what else I do…” 

Ethan dug his nails harshly into the material of his chair, hitching his hips as he fought to hang onto all the urine that was threatening to erupt from him. He took a very slow breath, his bladder shuddering hard as his skin stretched over it. The conversation he was about to have with Alex was so very important, Ethan had to hope that his bladder would ALLOW him to have it. “Alex, have you ever heard the term ‘spiritual abuse’ before?” 

Alex shook his head. “No, what’s that?” 

“It’s a certain form of psychological abuse,” Ethan explained. “You know what psychological abuse is, right?” 

“I think so…” Alex said. “It’s like when somebody yells at you and calls you mean things, right?” 

“That’s part of it,” Ethan nodded. “It’s anything done to intentionally make another person feel things such as fear, sadness or isolation. Often, the abuser will have a position of power over the victim.” 

“Papa made me feel scared and sad all the time,” Alex said. “And… He definitely kept us all isolated.” 

“With spiritual abuse, the abuser will use religion as a way to control their victim,” Ethan continued. “They will use religious texts to instill fear, or to justify harming and forcing another person to remain obedient to them, sometimes making suggestions that they are ‘divine’ in some way.” 

“Papa said that God spoke through him…” Alex mumbled. 

“Your father used religion to control you,” Ethan said. “He used the fear of Hell to control you. How often did he tell you that you were going to Hell growing up?” 

“Oh…” Alex put a hand to his lips. “I don’t know… It was all the time. When I was five, I accidentally tripped and broke a plate I’d been carrying. Papa got mad and said I’d go to Hell because I was supposed to respect my parents and all of their possessions. I cried a ton, I was so scared. I didn’t sleep hardly at all for a few days because I couldn’t calm down, I kept thinking I was going to just die and go to Hell right away.” 

“That wasn’t right,” Ethan told him. “I admit I have not read the Bible through completely, but I doubt there are any passages saying you go to Hell for breaking a plate— Especially if it wasn’t on purpose. Your father wanted you to be perfect and never make mistakes or do anything he didn’t agree with, so he threatened you with the ultimate punishment to get you to obey and fear him. That was very wrong of him, and it wasn’t your fault.” 

“I wish that I didn’t still have nightmares about him,” Alex said. 

“That’s not your fault either,” Ethan promised. “When we go through a trauma, it will often come back to us in our—“ 

“And I wish… I wish I hadn’t peed the sheets.” 

With that, Ethan’s body tensed up again. His chest, his shoulders, his legs, his abdomen, every inch of him was trying to squeeze the piss out into his boxers. He’d been able to ignore his bladder for a bit when he’d been explaining the concept of spiritual abuse to Alex— Helping Alex understand the specifics of what had been done to him was a good distraction— But, now Alex just HAD to remind him that peeing was a thing people did sometimes; A thing Ethan had to do right NOW. “It is perfectly alright that you had an accident,” he said once more. “Everyone has them…” 

Ethan’s bladder throbbed with the reverberations of every word he said. For a very crazed second, he considered letting it go right where he was sitting, as if to PROVE to Alex that everyone had accidents sometimes. He shook his head frantically, trying to get rid of the awful idea. Pissing himself in front of a patient was utterly unacceptable. 

“I cried a lot when I woke up…” Alex explained. “I think that’s why Adam got so worried about it. He kept rubbing my back and holding me, all the stuff he normally does when I’m sad, and I just couldn’t stop…” 

Waves of urgency pumped through Ethan’s bladder, and a cramping spasm caused him to fold over a bit— Only for a moment. He was back upright so quickly he doubted Alex had even really noticed. “Bed-wetting is a very big deal for you,” he stated. 

“Y—Yes,” Alex nodded. “At home… With Papa…” 

“Were you punished for wetting the sheets when you lived with him?” 

Alex nodded. “Yes. He’d hit me for it. And then he’d make me put my sheets out to dry outside, and I’d have to watch and think about what I did. I wouldn’t be allowed to drink during the day after, and I’d have to stay outside where it was usually really hot. Then, once night came, I’d have to stay awake, to keep me from doing it again.” 

Ethan shut his eyes. Then squeezed them closed tighter as a wave of need flushed through his body. “Th—That was… That was not the appropriate way to handle it,” he said gently. “You understand that, right?” 

Alex nodded. “Yeah… Adam… He told me when his little brother started peeing the bed, their parents just had him use rubber sheets until it stopped. They didn’t get mad. And Adam didn’t get mad at me either, even though… Even though some of it got on him…” 

“Adam is very sweet,” Ethan said. “I didn’t think he’d be angry.” 

“He wasn’t at all,” Alex nodded. “That’s why I’m confused. I don’t know why I broke down like that. Especially after Adam started hugging me and telling me that it was okay and everything. I shouldn’t have been so upset.” 

“I think I know what happened,” Ethan said. “I’ve told you before how our past tends to stick with us, haven’t I?” 

“Yes.” 

“So, when you had an accident like that again, that brought back all of those memories and feelings— It brought back all of the shame that your father forced you to feel. When you wet the bed at your father’s, did you cry then?” 

“Yes, but then he’d hit me and yell at me to stop.” 

“You were made to hold in your natural responses to your emotions,” Ethan explained. “But, when you wet the bed the other night, you did it somewhere safe where you weren’t going to be punished. You were finally able to react to those feelings the way you’ve always needed to, and since you’ve restrained yourself for so long, it must have felt more intense, right?”

“S—So I couldn’t stop crying BECAUSE Adam was being nice and not getting angry?” 

“I think so,” Ethan said. “Your brain was trying to clear out something that had been stuck inside of it for too long. It wasn’t helping you anymore to hang onto it.” His bladder rolled within him, heat flaring down his length and ending with an intense, stinging fire at his urethral opening. His bladder was also trying to clear out something that had been stuck inside of it for too long, and it was taking everything he had to hang onto it and not let his desperation become obvious. He pressed his thighs together tight, pinning his aching penis between them. 

Alex nodded. “I guess that makes sense… I don’t have to be scared to cry anymore, so I do it more when I have to.” 

“Ex—Exactly…” 

Alex looked up further now, his eyes stilled on Ethan for a second. One thing Ethan didn’t realize about Alex was that he was quite observant when it came to certain things. Alex had taken care of his younger siblings all his life, he’d assisted with potty-training them. It had taught him to watch out for signs one of them needed to go, and that meant he usually had a very easy time telling when someone had to pee. 

Something about the look on Ethan’s face… 

“Are you okay?” Alex asked. 

“H—Huh?” Ethan squeaked, surprised. He’d thought he’d been doing really well keeping his need hidden… His feet were still stuck to the ground, he wasn’t bouncing… Apart from the intense stiffness in his body and the way his hands clung to the chair’s armrests, he couldn’t think of any reason anybody but James would be able to tell! “I’m okay, and YOU don’t need to worry about ME.” 

“Oh…” Alex looked away, blushing. “I guess I was being kinda silly… If I spend a lot of time with the little kids, I start… Paying attention to weird stuff.” 

“That’s okay,” Ethan said. “But, I’m fine.” He did not ask what kind of ‘weird stuff’ it was that Alex had been referring to. He was worried that he already knew the answer. “We’re nearly out of time, so I hope I helped you feel a little better about what happened.” 

“You did,” Alex promised. “It’s— It’s okay that I had an accident.” 

“Right,” Ethan confirmed. “And it’s okay that it made you upset.” 

Alex stood up from the couch. “Thank you, Ethan,” he said. “I feel a lot better.” 

Ethan started to stand up as well, and— HOLY SHIT! No, bad idea, bad idea! He was nearly going right now! Right where he was sitting! His bladder couldn’t take it anymore! So much coffee, so much fucking liquid and nowhere to release any of it! 

Ethan’s legs crossed double as he squirmed like mad. One hand landed on the armrest trying to yank himself up onto his feet. He managed to pull himself into a partial squat above his seat before his bladder convulsed and made him fall back down— Which naturally just sent an intense earthquake of a spasm through him that made him whimper loud enough for Alex to look back at him. 

“Um…” Alex murmured. “Are you sure you’re—“ 

“Ah, my— My feet fell asleep!” Ethan said. “I sat still for too long, whoops!” Trying to steady himself, he launched to his feet and prayed for his control to stay intact. His bladder reacted to the change in position by bolting down hard against his trembling, pained sphincter. His feet jabbed harshly against the floor beneath him. “G—Gotta… Wake ‘em back up again!” he commented, trying to brush aside what was now a much more obvious pee dance. “I need a minute.” 

“Okay…” Alex said awkwardly. He left the office. 

And now Ethan had privacy… His eyes darted around the room, and stilled upon the handkerchief resting on the end-table beside the couch, placed there in case a patient began to cry and needed to blow their nose. 

Ethan shot for the handkerchief and guiltily wrapped his hands around it. He shouldn’t be doing this— He— He— A pulse of pee erupted from his tip, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his dribbling dick. He wrapped the handkerchief around it, allowed his urine to pump into the material, quickly saturating it to the point his hand was getting wet. He shifted the handkerchief around, every bit of it becoming drenched rapidly. He had to make himself stop, he’d only barely let himself pee for a few seconds, and now all he could feel were the painful throbs of a bladder that had been taunted with just the tiniest taste of relief. 

There were other cloths in here. Once one was used, he replaced it with another until he could get them home to be washed. THIS particular one had been used a lot more thoroughly than he’d ever wanted it to be. He’d probably just throw it out, he couldn’t have any of his patients touch a thing that he’d peed into, even if it HAD been washed. He stumbled to the other side of the room, pulled open a drawer. Maybe he could just let himself piss into a few more of the cloths, just enough to take the terrible edge off of his despera— 

He caught sight of his watch. He didn’t have much more time before his next appointment was supposed to start. 

No. 

He couldn’t do this. It was a terrible idea anyway, he couldn’t just go ruining all the handkerchiefs just because he had to pee really bad. He forced himself to the door. His entire ordeal alone within his office had barely lasted half a minute, but it felt like it had been longer… He stepped outside, and saw Alex turning to walk down the hall towards the restroom. “O—Oh,” he called out. “Alex…” 

Alex stopped. “You gotta go first?” he asked. 

Ethan’s face scorched bright red, a blush spreading all the way down to his neck. The shameful spurts he’d released into the handkerchief had lent him a momentary respite, but the memory added to the terrible embarrassment he felt now. “Ah, no,” he said. “The door is just stuck today, I’m afraid.” 

Alex looked at him, wearing an expression of dawning comprehension. “Ohhhhhh,” he said. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” Ethan assured. “The locksmith will come fix it tomorrow.” 

Ethan watched Alex run to Adam’s side and hug him. He watched Adam give him a soft kiss on the cheek, and it felt… It felt good to see. Ethan had so often been too frightened to show much affection to James in public, it made him happy to know Alex recognized this as a very safe place. It made him feel good enough that he managed to forget his bladder for a second. 

Just for a second, though. 

“Can you drive extra fast on the way home, please?” Alex asked his boyfriend. 

“Um, as fast as I can,” Adam said. “What’s the matter?” 

“I…” Alex blushed, lowered his voice. “The bathroom door is stuck here,” he explained. 

“You can go next door,” James informed brightly. 

Ethan flinched. Oh, how much he’d love to ‘go’ next door right now… He looked at the clock. There were only a couple minutes left. He couldn’t make it back in time. There was no way. 

Adam took Alex’s hand again and they left out the door. Ethan tried not to feel jealous of the fact Alex was about to pee… 

Oh… Ethan needed to go! He was full, his bladder was cramping. His reprieve from his Hellish desperation was over, the piss he’d let go of in his office felt like nothing now. Mere drops compared to the oil-drum of urine flaring inside his bladder. He HAD to go, he just HAD to. “James,” he said. “I—“ He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. He knew he needed help now, and James’s entire job WAS to help him, to take care of the things Ethan couldn’t take care of for himself. Ethan wished he could somehow pop out his bladder and HAND it to James. James had all the time in the world to run next door and empty it out for Ethan. Then, he could come back with it all nice and drained and Ethan could put it back where it belonged. 

Human beings were pathetic. Why hadn’t they evolved the ability to do that yet?

“Ethan?” James asked. “You oka—“ 

Ethan didn’t let him finish. He rushed down the hall to the restroom, determined to force the door open any way he could. He grabbed the doorknob and started to yank on it, tugging as hard as he could, trying to break it apart so that the lock would shatter. His legs twisted and coiled, struggling for purchase against the floor. “Nnnnh, come on…” he mumbled. “I’ve held it long enough, let me go…” 

The door didn’t budge. It remained a solid, silent barrier that didn’t care about his problem at all. 

Another tug, a furious, harsh one that made his knuckles whiten. ‘Please…’ he thought. ‘It’s gonna start coming out again soon…’ 

He didn’t even notice his next patient had arrived until he suddenly heard a voice behind him. “Um… Doctor, what are you doing?” 

Ethan jumped back, a spurt loosening into his boxers and warming his crotch. He tried not to show any reaction to his momentary loss of control. “H—Hello, Kenneth.” he said. He looked to Kenneth’s side. “Hello, Dwight. Good afternoon. Nice day we’re having.” 

“Is something wrong with your door?” Kenneth asked. 

“It’s just a little stuck,” Ethan said. He was stepping in place. He couldn’t help it anymore. His bladder was DEMANDING that he MOVE. “The locksmith comes tomorrow though, so it’s not a big deal.” 

Kenneth looked down at Ethan’s feet. “Is that the door to… Um…” 

“Is that where your toilet is?” Dwight interrupted. 

Ethan nodded with a blush. “It is,” he admitted. 

Dwight looked from Ethan’s crossing legs to the potted plant in the corner beside the restroom door. “Why don’t you go pee on the plant?” he asked. 

Ethan stared at him, blushing from head to toe. Was he being serious? Was he trying to tease him for some reason? 

“It’s YOUR plant,” Dwight said. “We’re the only ones in here, except for your assistant. Kenneth and I can turn around if you want.” 

Oh… Oh, goodness… He WAS being serious! Ethan couldn’t do THAT! He was at WORK, he was supposed to act professional when he was at work! Urinating— especially somewhere that wasn’t even a toilet— in front of his patient wasn’t professional at ALL. “I—“ 


“You don’t want your assistant to see you pee?” Dwight gathered. 

Oh, God… Ethan wasn’t sure if he could get any redder. He felt the corners of his lips tugging, and a painful pressure bubbling in his chest. ’Don’t laugh,’ he ordered himself. ‘Don’t you DARE laugh right now. You laugh, you explode…’ 

Ethan heard a choked sound, and then a snort. His eyes flicked over to the desk, seeing that James had been unable to hold in his giggling at Dwight’s last comment. And that made Ethan realize that he actually COULD manage to blush harder. 

Dwight looked over his shoulder at James. “Huh? What’s so funny?” He turned back to Ethan. “I mean, he can step outside for a second, right? We all can if it makes you feel better. You don’t HAVE to hold it.” 

“Dwight…” Kenneth sighed out, he was turning almost as red as Ethan. 

“And, I… I’m— I’m fine,” Ethan said. “Don’t worry about me. I can hold it.” 

“Are you worried about making a mess on the carpet?” Dwight guessed next. “I had that problem before, but if you aim right at the center of the pot, that will help it all stay where it should.” 

“It took you too long to figure that out…” Kenneth mumbled softly. 

“N—No,” Ethan stared down at his feet, wondering how the patient of his with the most severe case of Paruresis he’d ever encountered in his career could have a friend that was so ridiculously open about the topic of urination. Maybe if the pair fused together somehow, then they’d balance each other out and just have an average attitude about peeing— Neither open enough to cause other people to feel awkward, nor shy enough to be unable to go in public settings. “I’m not going to relieve myself on the plant.” 

“Okay, suit yourself,” Dwight shrugged. He kept glancing at the plant, though. “Is it okay if I—“ 

Ethan pointed to the front door with a sigh, “Outside, turn left,” he instructed. “Use the toilet at the sandwich store.” 

Dwight nodded. He started to leave, then stopped himself. “Um… Why don’t YOU do that?” 

“My schedule,” Ethan answered. “I need to begin your friend’s appointment now.” Truthfully, he should have started it a couple minutes ago. Dwight had spent so long trying to convince Ethan to water his plant that now he was late. 

Dwight looked at him for a moment, then shrugged and walked out the door. 

“I—If you are… If you need it badly, I can wait a few more minutes,” Kenneth said. 

“No, it’s okay,” Ethan promised. “I’m here for you. Don’t worry about me.” 

“…Are you sure? You look a little—“ 

“I’m fine,” Ethan insisted. “I’ve held it before, it’s no big deal. Let’s—“ He froze. ‘Where did I leave that handkerchief in there?!’ Had he just dropped it? Was it just laying out in the open? “Um— O-One moment please…” 

“Okay…” 

Ethan tore back into his office. He had indeed simply dropped the handkerchief onto the ground. It was laying right there, very wet and staining yellow, where anyone could see. He plucked the clammy, cold thing up and crinkled his nose at the smell— It was so obvious what he’d done to it. Completely, utterly obvious… He yanked open one of the drawers in his desk and tossed it inside, hoping the scent wouldn’t leak through the wood. 

‘Leak…’ Oh, he shouldn’t have thought that word! His bladder gave a lurch and he barely prevented another one of his own leaks from seeping into his boxers. Could he ‘use’ another handkerchief? Just one more? Just one more would make him feel so much better! He needed to let more out! Needed to get rid of some pressure somehow! 

He reached down and took apart his belt, his bladder billowing forwards and enjoying all the new space it was now free to occupy. It was a massive relief, but only lasted a second. Then, the thundering throbs had returned, and he just— He just had to go so bad! 

Without really thinking, he tore open the top drawer of his desk, grabbed a handkerchief and shoved it down the front of his pants. He managed to wedge it between his dick and his boxers as another spurt escaped the confines of his bladder. Panting, he tried to steady himself. There… Just… Just a little something to help catch any leaks that happened to slip out during the next hour. An extra layer of protection to make it less obvious that he was slowly losing control over his body. 

He opened the door and ushered Kenneth inside. When Ethan took his seat, his waistband compressed his bladder hard. The bloated organ trembled, liquid surging downwards in a frantic rush. He fought hard, battling against his body, against the gallons upon gallons of liquid within him. But, none of his squirming helped. None of it even managed to slow down the horrid desperation that continued to just build and build and build, and another trickle of liquid escaped. 

He didn’t panic, for now it was only seeping into the cloth he’d tucked against himself. His bladder was leaking, but none of it was staining into his clothes right now. Still, his entire body was trembling hard, every nerve ending inside of him was focused on just containing his ocean. He shook all over, hips bucking back and forth in his seat, scissoring his legs like crazy.

Kenneth sat down on the couch, staring at Ethan. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

The spasm faded, and Ethan was able to go a bit stiller finally. “Yes, I’m okay,” he assured, splaying his legs out in front of himself, fanning his knees in and out. “I do need to relieve myself, but that’s not a big deal. I promise. I’ll go after work. I’m here to help you, so don’t worry about me.” He’d been saying that an awful lot today… He wished he could calm his body down enough that he wouldn’t HAVE to tell his patients not to fret over him. “Besides, talking to you will distract me, I’ll just forget all about needing the bathroom.” 

He hoped so, anyway. Kenneth had a few things he was working through— Trauma, anger management, internalized homophobia… But, one of the big things Kenneth dealt with was his extreme Paruresis. His shy bladder. His inability to relieve himself in public settings. It was something he and Ethan talked about a lot, and it was something that wouldn’t distract Ethan from his own need at all. 

“Is there something you want to focus on today?” Ethan asked. Internally, he begged ‘Please not the pissing thing. Please not the pissing thing. Please not the pissing thing.’ 

“Well…” Kenneth looked to his side. “Um… There was something that happened that made me really angry recently…” 

‘Oh, thank God…’ Ethan thought. They were going to be discussing Kenneth’s fits today, his rage, his ‘anger-demon’, as he often called it. Kenneth felt all of his emotions with a great deal of intensity, but especially anger. When something set him off, he often lost control of himself and did things he would come to regret. That was something Ethan could talk about right now. That was something his bladder could handle. 

“But…” Kenneth went on. “I’m not sure if I should say it…” 

“You can tell me anything,” Ethan assured. Often, Kenneth would be embarrassed after a rage incident, acknowledging that he’d overreacted to something very small. “I don’t judge, and none of it will ever leave this room.” 

“It’s just… I… I really don’t know if I should talk about this…” 

Sometimes, Kenneth’s fits were violent if the thing that provoked him had made him feel cornered. Sometimes, he’d get lash out because his mind was telling him he was in danger and that the only way to protect himself was to fight and scream. Sometimes, things got broken. “If you did something that is making you feel guilty, you can say that. If you harmed something, it’s very healthy that you’re feeling sorry about it now.” 

“N—No, I didn’t… I didn’t break anything this time,” Kenneth said. “I just yelled a whole lot…But… Um…” 

“It’s okay. I promise, it’s not as bad as you think it is. I’m proud of you for not damaging anything.” 

“Th—Thank you, but… I… I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to tell you everything that happened today. I don’t think you want to hear it right now.” 

“I always want to hear what’s on your mind,” Ethan said. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Of course. You can say anything in here, it’s a safe place.” 

“Well… Alright,” Kenneth said. “So, um… Dwight likes bike riding. And there was that big race a couple weeks ago. He said it would be fun if we did it together. I’m not good at riding a bike, but I…” Kenneth blushed. “Dwight was so excited, and that made me feel…I wanted to do it for him. Except, to compete in the race, you have to pass a drug test.” 

“Okay,” Ethan said. Had someone accused Kenneth of being on drugs? It would make sense he’d be upset by that. Kenneth had been raised by a barely functional alcoholic and he never wanted to let himself go down a similar path Someone even just jokingly suggesting that he was an addict may have offended him. 

“Um… They are observed drug tests,” Kenneth added. “The kind where you… Have to urinate into a cup while someone watches.” 

Oh. 

Ohhhhhh. 

Fuck. Ethan didn’t want to talk about this! This wasn’t fair! Yesterday, when he’d had access to a toilet, NONE of his patients had said even ONE word about pissing. Now, when Ethan was stuck holding it all day, everyone kept talking about it! His bladder convulsed. The urine within him was trying once more to move down the pipe of his penis, he felt the warmth as it tried to bead through his urethra, but he crossed his legs and held it back. 

“If you can’t discuss this today,” Kenneth said quickly. “That’s fine. I’m sure you don’t want to be thinking about… That.” 

Ethan definitely didn’t want to be thinking about it! But, his job was to listen to Kenneth, to discuss whatever was troubling him. If the thing troubling him was related to urinating, then Ethan would just have to deal with it as best he could. “It is okay, Kenneth,” Ethan said. “We can talk about whatever you need to talk about. Were you warned ahead of time that this test would be occurring?” 

“I wasn’t,” Kenneth said. “But then, I thought it wouldn’t matter WHO observed. So I asked if Dwight could please do it for me, since I have no problem going in front of him. And I said that it HAD to be him doing it, which I think made them suspicious.” 

Ethan thought that over. He could understand why someone unfamiliar with Kenneth’s situation would jump to the wrong conclusion; Assume Dwight was going to provide the sample FOR him, or something. “Did you tell them why at first?” 

Kenneth shook his head. “I was too embarrassed… When I was in the room with this other guy— I’d never even met him before, he was just a stranger— I tried to go like I was supposed to. But… He was there, and it was just impossible for me.” 

Ethan nodded, picturing it. Kenneth had been thrust into a very high-stress situation— Being told to urinate on demand while a complete stranger stared at him— and hadn’t even been given proper warning. “What was your anxiety level? One to ten?

“Nine,” Kenneth said right away. “I felt like I was about to hyperventilate, and then the guy told me to hurry it up and it got worse. I had this bad twisting feeling in my chest and got all sweaty.” 

“Did he notice you were beginning to panic?” 

“He did,” Kenneth said. “And, I think THAT made me look suspicious too, because he asked if I was hiding something.” 

Ethan bit his lip. That was entirely inappropriate, accusing a person of something without any real evidence. 

“So, I started getting mad,” Kenneth went on. “Because I hadn’t done anything wrong. I mean, if they just watched me ride a bike for five minutes THAT should be enough proof for them that I haven’t taken any performance enhancing drugs. I told this guy that he was just making me feel nervous, and that I can’t go if I’m nervous. I told him I had Paruresis, since that’s what you said it’s called, and that I couldn’t help it.” 

“That was a good thing to do,” Ethan praised, forcing a smile. His piss-hole kept spasming, that one tiny ring of muscle suddenly feeling like it had billions of nerve-endings and every one of them was filled with agony. “I know how hard it is for you to talk to people about this.” 

“I didn’t feel like I had a choice,” Kenneth explained. “And it didn’t even help. He just said ‘After enough time your bladder will have to void, under any circumstance. I have heard this shy bladder syndrome excuse many times; however it does not stand up to scrutiny. We will wait until you submit a sample, no matter how long it takes.’”

“Is this when you yelled?” 

“No,” Kenneth shook his head. “I just got more shaky and anxious. Because I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen now. And I was right. He made me drink glass after glass of water, and kept me in the room with him and the cup. I—“ he paused, looking at Ethan. “Um…” 

“Go on,” Ethan prompted. His bladder thrashed at his next words. “Tell me everything you were feeling, it’s okay.” 

“I… I had to go so bad,” Kenneth mumbled. “I was dying for it. I wanted to give up and just quit, but Dwight had been so excited for this and I didn’t want to wreck it just because I can’t piss.” 

“I don’t think Dwight would have blamed you…” Ethan said calmly.

“I— Sometimes, when I’m super desperate, I get this feeling in my back. It’s right under my ribs. And it HURTS. It’s enough to make me cry sometimes, it feels like getting kicked by a mule or something.” 

Ethan flinched. He knew the feeling Kenneth was referring to— It was one that told him it was time to use the safeword if he was playing a game with James, and one that usually came just before an accident at any other time. His heart twisted as he realized Kenneth must have felt this pain pretty often in his daily life. 

“I was bursting,” Kenneth said. “I was holding myself, crossing my legs— Doing this— This weird thing I do when I have to go, where I chew on my hands a little. It hurt and I couldn’t take it. And I kept trying to go in the cup, because the guy kept saying I couldn’t leave the room until after I’d done it. But, I couldn’t. I was trying so hard, I was mashing my hand into my bladder, but all that did was hurt me more. I was pretending I was somewhere else, and that didn’t help either. I kept begging the guy to just leave the room because I couldn’t go and I felt like I was going to explode.” 

Ethan’s tense hand rested atop his bouncing knee. In his first session with him, Kenneth had had a difficult time describing his desperation. He’d been embarrassed to talk about it, he’d kept it vague. Kenneth had gotten more and more comfortable having Ethan as a therapist though, and that made it easier for him to talk about things. Ethan was happy Kenneth felt safe here, but he found himself yearning for the days where Kenneth could barely even explain what needing a piss felt like. His description today was so vivid, so intense, Ethan knew exactly how Kenneth had been feeling, because he felt it in his own bladder right now. 

“So, it just kept… Going on like that. For hours. And he kept making me drink more even though I was telling him there wasn’t any more room inside of me for it. Eventually I noticed… Um, well. Sometimes if I’m holding a lot, I get all swollen around where my bladder is.” 


Ethan’s eyes flicked down to his lap for a second. There was a little bulge in his own abdomen. Swollen, hard. Straining and full of so much urine… 

“So, I actually— I pulled up my shirt, and I said ‘Look, don’t you see how bad it’s hurting me? Don’t you think that if I COULD piss I would have done it by now?’ And he didn’t even care. He told me again that I had to stay until I filled the cup, and he didn’t care how long it took me. He said he’d stay in there with me a whole week if that’s what it took, and then he laughed because the idea of holding it a week is ridiculous. Except, I got scared because with how my body is, if he stayed with me a whole week I probably WOULD hold it that long.” 

“You would need to go to the hospital before that…” Ethan said gently. 

“I— I know, but that’s scary too,” Kenneth said. “I don’t want— I don’t want something going in there…” 

Ethan understood. Catheterization was one of Kenneth’s fears. But, if the incident he was describing today had ended with THAT, he would have said so by now. It must have ended a different way. “Were you able to use the cup eventually?” 

“Yes,” Kenneth said. “After a few hours, the guy said HE had to piss. He made a stupid joke about how watching me dance for so long had upset his bladder, and he said to stay in the room until he got back. He left, and I was finally alone. And— And the SECOND the door was shut behind him and my body realized he was gone, I was… I was… Having— An— An accident… I couldn’t stop going, and I thought that if I got some in the cup he’d finally leave me alone for good and this would all be over. So, I got my— My clothes apart, and I started filling the cup.” 

Ethan tried his best not to picture that. He tried not to imagine how relieved Kenneth must have felt when his bladder finally gave out and he at last released everything he’d been forced to hold. He tried not to imagine the sound of it hissing into his clothing before he began to flood the cup instead. Ethan imagined these things anyway, and his bladder responded to the ideas dashing through his brain by sloshing hard against his sphincter. One drop— One single, solitary drop— collected at the tip of his cock, seeping against the cloth he had stuffed inside his pants. 

“But,” Kenneth said. “I— Um… I have… Er… I think my bladder is… Bigger than a lot of people’s, since I have to… Hold so much all the time. And the cup was tiny… So, I overflowed it really fast and STILL couldn’t stop, so it got all over the floor, and… And my clothes were wet too, and I was so ashamed that I was trying not to cry.” 

“It’s okay to cry, Kenneth,” Ethan said. 

“I know,” Kenneth said. “I just… The guy came back. He saw I was wet, he saw the floor was wet, and he was mad. He called me ‘ridiculous’ for ‘wanting to piss myself to get out of a drug test.’ And I was mad. I almost yelled, but I held it back and gritted my teeth. I pointed at the cup. I wanted to say ‘Look! I filled your stupid cup up for you!’ But I knew if I opened my mouth I was going to explode at him. He saw the cup, he said something about how it was okay he didn’t observe because, since I was… Wet, he knew I’d gone. But, then he looked at it more, and…” 


Ethan squirmed painfully in his seat when Kenneth trailed off. He tangled his legs together. His lower abdomen was hard and smooth, bulging sharply beneath his navel. “What?” 

“He… My pee was super, super clear, from all the water he’d made me drink. And he said it was too ‘diluted’ for the test to work. And that meant I’d have to try again. I’d have to do ALL of it over again. And… That’s when I blew up. I shouted and screamed at him, I called him an asshole, I told him I wished I could make HIM hold it until it hurt, I just yelled and yelled until my throat was sore and I could hardly breathe, and then I got thrown out for being belligerent. And I was so embarrassed that I’d— Basically just thrown a tantrum like a toddler. And I felt terrible because now I couldn’t be in the race with Dwight like he’d wanted. And I was so exhausted, I just wanted to go home.” 

“Dwight was okay though, wasn’t he?” Ethan asked. Even if Kenneth hadn’t gotten to that part of the story yet, Ethan was certain he was right. 

“They’d… They’d told Dwight to leave right after he gave his sample,” Kenneth explained. “He’d wanted to stay there for me, since he knew I was having a hard time, but they told him to go so the place wouldn’t get too crowded. I stayed outside for a few minutes trying to breathe, then I realized I was out in public with wet clothes and felt more humiliated than ever, so I called Dwight and asked him to pick me up. He asked if I ever… Managed it, and I explained everything. He was sort of mad, but not at me. He came and got me, and we went home, and… He let me sleep in his bed with him that night, that made me feel a little better.” 

“Dwight cares for you so much,” Ethan said. 

“But, I wrecked everything!” Kenneth said. “He should have been furious with me! I ruined it, just because I can’t piss, and just because I go crazy when I’m mad!” 

“It is completely understandable that you got angry after everything that happened to you that day,” Ethan said. “However… When YOU feel angry, what exactly is it like? What does your body feel like? What goes through your mind?” 

“I feel… I feel like my chest is a volcano, it’s so hot and something’s trying to burst out of it,” Kenneth said. “I feel like there’s less air, I feel like everything’s closing in. My head hurts, feels like it’s going to explode. And… there’s NOTHING going through my mind. Not really. Just… Nothing but this idea that I have to DESTROY something or I’ll fall apart.” 

“… Kenneth, have you ever heard of Intermittent Explosive Disorder?” 

“No. What’s that?” 

“It’s… Something I’ve been thinking about ever since I first started to see you,” Ethan explained. “IED causes impulsive bursts of anger, which are often disproportionate to whatever sparks them. The outbursts can be things like screaming, tantrums, or breaking things. When feeling rage, a person with IED will often have racing, incoherent thoughts, increased energy, and tightness in the chest. After these episodes, they will usually feel guilty or embarrassed by their behavior. Does any of that sound familiar to you?” 

Kenneth was quiet for a moment. “So…” he said finally. “There’s a name for it?” 

“There is,” Ethan said. “And lots of other people have this condition, too. It’s not uncommon in people who’ve experienced extreme levels of abuse and trauma during childhood, like you have. The good news is that it’s treatable. Coming here and talking to me is one thing that can help you, if you’d like we can try to get you some mood stabilizers. Might take some time to find the correct dosage and medication.” 

“I can take pills that make it go away!?” 

“That can help you MANAGE it,” Ethan corrected. He didn’t want to set Kenneth’s expectations too high. Even after he’d found a medication that worked for him, he was still going to have anger, and it was still going to be intense at times. Hopefully, he’d have an easier time controlling how he REACTED to those feelings, though. “But, they will help you. Would you be interested in trying that?” 

Kenneth nodded. “Yes,” he said. 

Ethan smiled. “Alright, we’ll talk more about that next time you’re here.” He started to stand up, then froze halfway out of his chair. He could practically feel all the liquid in him splashing around as he moved. The fluid was slamming hard against his sensitive skin, and he bit down on a whimper. When he’d been explaining Kenneth’s condition and possible treatments to him, Ethan had been in his element. Just like earlier with Alex, he’d been helping a person understand themselves better. He’d been focused on something that was more IMPORTANT than his bladder. 

Now though, his bladder was fighting hard to remind him that it was actually the most important thing in his universe right now and that if he didn’t start TREATING it that way, it was going to punish him. 

“Oh…” he winced, trying his best to get all the way up onto his feet. A spurt squirted into the cloth beneath his boxers. Then another. And another. And then he knew he’d soaked the material through and was starting to hit clothes, so he tried hard to stop. Tried his best to stop. But, his dribbles kept coming. He finally gave in and clutched himself, pressing hard against his opening and sealing his flow shut. Kenneth KNEW that he had to pee, it was fine to hold himself! 

“Are you sure you’re still okay?” Kenneth asked, watching him struggle. 

“I really, really have to go,” Ethan admitted. “But, I’m still okay. Don’t worry.” 

Kenneth went to the door and opened it. He held it there as Ethan walked through, seeing as now the other man needed to use his hands for something else. 

Kenneth and Ethan were both turning red when they discovered Dwight and James deep in conversation… 

The topic of which was all the weird places Dwight had decided to piss in the past. 

“So, yeah… I’ve pissed outside a whole bunch. Peed into a vase before… Oh, and I peed in my hat once,” Dwight was explaining. “I got stuck in an elevator and I couldn’t wait. I thought ‘Oh, well my hat’s kind of sturdy, maybe I can go in it.’ But, it didn’t hold together as well as I’d thought it would.” 

Kenneth rubbed a hand over his face. “Dwight, I’m sure the nice doctor’s assistant DOESN’T want to hear about you pissing all over the place…” 

Ethan rocked on his heels and tried not to say that HE was sure that was EXACTLY what James wanted to hear about. Maybe James would even want to trade jobs with him if he found out how much Ethan had had to hear about peeing today… 

Dwight turned. “Oh, hey doc. You can definitely pee on that plant if you have to and nobody will even notice. James told me about how—“ 

“Oh, shhhh!” James cried out. 

“—When your pipes froze last December, he didn’t want the plant to die and—“ 

“SHHHHH!” 

Dwight looked at him, “What?” 

“Dwight,” Kenneth said. “Let’s go. You’ve done enough damage here.” 

“Okay…” Dwight said, and the two were out the door. 

Ethan turned to James, whom immediately started to ramble; “I promise, I only peed on the plant that day because—“ 

“I—It’s fine, James,” Ethan said, jerking his hips when his bladder spasmed harshly once again. Sweat trickled down his neck and turned cold. “You don’t happen to have an empty bottle, do you? Oh— No, I’d need to find someplace to hide it…” 

That was precisely how James had predicted Ethan would react to that idea. 

“And, I’m sure I’ve got way more in me than a bottle can fit…” Ethan added softly, so quiet James wasn’t sure if he’d meant for him to hear it. 

James flashed back to his earlier idea and blushed hard. Ethan sure was in an awful state now, his feet shifting, hands kneading against his crotch. A few seconds passed and he made a sound that was quite a bit like a whimper.

James wanted to make him feel better… 

But, would he really do THAT just to make him feel better?! 

Before James could consider it any further, the door was opening, and a woman was entering. 

Ethan made himself go still and forced his hands away from his dick. James could still see the way his muscles were reacting to the ache inside him, his position frozen as his muscles twitched from the strain. 

“Hello!” Ethan said. “Nice to see you!” His voice was louder than he’d intended it to be, and he cleared his throat. “R—Ready to start?” 

The woman gave him an odd look for a second, Ethan saw her gaze still on his crossed legs. “Are you?” 

“O—Of course,” Ethan insisted, uncoiling his legs and forcing them to edge out until they formed an angle they would have taken if he wasn’t struggling not to pee his pants. His knees still trembled, just barely. “I'm fine! I’m ready when you are!” 

The woman nodded and followed Ethan to the office. 

James watched them go, worrying at his lip. Just one more appointment after this one, so Ethan would be done in two hours. Could he last that long? 

When Ethan emerged from his office an hour later, he was limping. He could no longer stand upright all the way, and his hands were wedged into the crease between his legs. James assumed he must have ended up telling his patient the problem he was facing at some point— No way could he have kept it a secret when he was making it so obvious. 

Sure enough, he heard the woman say to him. “Do you want me to try to get your door open?” 

Ethan was stammering, “I— I— I can’t ask you to do that. I’m the one that should be—“ 

“I don’t mind trying,” the woman told him. “You know, it’s okay if YOU’RE the one who needs some help sometimes, right? I think…Is it hard for you to ask for help?” 

Ethan was really blushing now. In just one sentence, he felt like their roles were reversing completely. “Uh… Well, I guess if you’re okay with it…” he said finally. 

The woman took a bobby-pin out of her hair and wedged it into the small hole in the doorknob, she wriggled it around. “I know you can pick some types of locks with these…” 

Ethan twitchily stood off to the side, knees rubbing together. His boxers felt pretty damp, the cloth he’d stuck there to catch his leaks was too wet to make a difference now. He’d spurted so many times during the last hour that his crotch was clammy. His patients were not supposed to worry about HIM. His patients were not supposed to try to help HIM. It was backwards. His hand squeezed so hard against his crotch. He needed help… He sucked in a sharp breath. “I—Is it working?” he asked, hopeful. 

“I’m trying…” she said. 

“If you can’t do it, it’s okay,” Ethan said. “I’ll be fine.” His pelvic muscles shook hard. His whole body was so tense. His bladder was punishing him for every time he told another person that they didn’t need to be concerned for him today. For every time he denied that HE needed to be taken care of as well from time to time. 

Ethan’s hope died more and more the longer the woman tried to pick the lock. She finally turned around, apologetic. “I’m sorry…” she said. 

“It’s fine,” Ethan promised, and immediately a sharp bolt of pain twisted inside his urethra, he felt like the bobby pin was being shoved in THERE instead of into the lock. His bladder was fed up with all of his downplaying. He was bursting, and he needed someone to help him find relief! He made himself smile. “Don’t worry about it.” Another spasm, even worse than the last, and he was bobbing up and down. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” Ethan said, and a long dribble of pee leaked out of his tip. “I— I only have one more appointment,” he explained. “I can hold it for that long.” Another spurt, and it hissed audibly. He prayed she hadn’t heard it. 

“Okay…” she said. “If you’re sure…” She went to James’s desk to pay, and Ethan stood beside his partner, bouncing and squirming, ordering his bladder to just ACCEPT that he wasn’t going to piss for another hour. 

Except, maybe if he RAN next door as fast as he could, got to the toilet and pushed down on his muscles so hard that he somehow managed to gush all this piss out in under a minute and ran back… 

No, he couldn’t do it that fast. He knew he couldn’t. 

Maybe he didn’t HAVE to go all the way next door? There was a little crevice between his building and the sandwich store. He could tuck himself in there and let it all flow… 

And if his patient was walking in at that exact amount, he’d be caught doing it. 

No. Bad idea. 

And it was too late now, anyway. His final appointment of the day had arrived. Another woman, Emily. And this one was able to guess his problem right away— Not that it took much effort, he was holding his crotch, crossing his legs and jiggling. There weren’t very many reasons for a person to do all of that. “Um… Are you okay?” 

“I— Well, my bathroom door is stuck,” Ethan explained. “And I haven’t been able to go all day, and I… I’m afraid I like coffee a bit too much as well. So, I apologize if I am a little bit… Fidgety during our session today.” He couldn’t believe he’d just… Laid it all out like that, given his patient a reason to fret over him. But, somehow he felt BETTER now that he’d said it, now that he didn’t have to try HIDING it anymore. 

“Oh,” Emily said. “Well…” she dug around in her purse, retrieved a very small bottle. “I… I have this?” she said. 

‘Ah…Oh dear…’ Ethan thought. This was so unprofessional. This was wrong. This was not something he should ever do. Ever. The bottle wouldn’t even be big enough! But, he could let SOME of it go, he could get a little relief, take the edge off so he could hold it. And, since she was the one GIVING it to him, he didn’t have to worry so much about hiding it afterwards, right? No, no! He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shou— 

He’d reached for the bottle without realizing, without even consciously choosing to do it. “Th—Thank you,” he said, mouth moving on its own. “O—One moment, please…” He went into his office, shut the door and unzipped himself. He froze. Was he really about to flood a bottle inside his office? While his patient WAITED out there and knew EXACTLY what he was up to? 

‘You’ll… You’ll do a better job if you can CONCENTRATE. And you’ll CONCENTRATE more if you’re not completely bursting…’ With that thought, Ethan’s liquid started to rattle into the small, plastic receptacle. “Ohhhh….” Ethan moaned faintly, his relieved utterance sounding implausibly loud in the quiet room. Just being able to RELAX all those tight muscles for a second felt absolutely incredible. He felt better, he felt better, he felt… He felt the bottle getting warm and heavy. 

All too quickly, he’d nearly reached the top, and knew that he had to cut off his flow or he’d make an enormous mess. He tried, body going rigid as he fought to slam his floodgates shut again. Urine kept leaking and dribbling from his tip, and he managed to stop completely for a second, whimpering. But then he was gushing all over again. 

Pee was starting to spill down the sides of the bottle as he overflowed it, and Ethan squirmed and begged his body to stop, but he was still peeing and now a few drops had hit the carpet, and— 

Ethan released a pained groan, snapped his legs together, and finally stopped. With shaky hands, he twisted the cap back onto the bottle and shoved it into his desk. He knew it was likely to start smelling during the next hour, but his patient KNEW what he’d done already. 

She KNEW what he’d done… 

Blushing hard, Ethan zipped his pants back up. How could he have just done that?! It was wrong! It was inappropriate! It was so, so embarrassing! And he hadn’t even gotten to finish— Stopping midstream had been torture! He stomped his feet against the floor, hips twitching, but after a few seconds he realized his bladder DID feel a little more manageable now. His mind was less clouded by the fog of his desperation, too. 

One more hour. 

He could do that. 

He opened the door, expecting to see Emily right there, but she wasn’t there. He heard her near James’s desk, talking with him. “Does Dr. Willow have trouble accepting help often?” she was asking. 

“He does,” James confirmed. “I tell him all the time that it’s fine if he needs somebody else, but I don’t know. I think he feels like, since he’s always taking care of people and stuff, his own needs have to come second. He lets ME help him a lot, but he’s never been good at asking for i— Oh, hey Ethan!” he waved. “We weren’t talking about you!” 

“It’s quite alright, James,” Ethan told him. Nothing James had said was untrue, Ethan DID often struggle with accepting help, and especially with asking for it.. He knew that, and he knew it was a problem. And, truthfully, he even knew some things he could DO about the behavior. But, Ethan couldn’t be his own therapist, couldn’t view his own struggles through the same objective lens he was able to look at his patients through. “Emily, come back with me.” 

When Ethan took his chair in his office, the waistband of his pants compressed his irritated bladder and made him shiver, tense as could be. 

“Did you use the bottle?” Emily asked him. 

The hot bands in Ethan’s throat grew tighter. “I— I did…” he said. “But… It was kind of… Small.” 

“Oh. So you still need to—“ 

“It’s better now,” Ethan promised. “Don’t worry about me, that’s my job.” He frowned, running that sentence through his head again. It sounded a little backwards, and untrue. Ethan HADN’T been worrying enough about himself today. 

“Okay…” Emily said, and their session began. Ethan bounced in his seat constantly throughout it. He’d squirm uselessly in all directions. The walls of his bladder, the muscles controlling them, and his sphincters were all deeply annoyed, furious with how he’d been treating his body. He hadn’t emptied himself all day, just a whole bunch of shameful leaks, two soaked rags and a bottle he’d overflowed. None of that had been good enough, none of that had gotten him what he truly needed, which was an empty, bone-dry bladder. Ohhh, he just wanted all this piss out of his body, he’d been containing it all for so long that the need was just TERRIBLE now. 

He was able to respond to Emily, he was able to listen to everything she told him and offer advice, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t stop wondering how much time was left— How much longer was he going to have to wait? More spills pumped into his boxers, and he was left with no choice but to grip himself to stem the flow. His hand shook as it pressed harshly into his groin. 

When the session concluded, Ethan was immensely relieved. He decided to let James handle Emily’s payment all on his own, he could manage that perfectly fine. Ethan couldn’t manage his bladder any longer, he needed to run from this room, out the front door and to the sandwich shop. Then, he’d tear into the restroom like he was escaping a rabid grizzly bear and piss away until he was at long last completely empty. 

The first step was getting out of his chair. 

He started to rise, and immediately there was a massive, shuddering cramp assailing him from within, and suddenly his hands weren’t doing anything to keep his urine where it belonged. His lips fell apart in a silent gasp, sweat gushing down his back. He collapsed back in his seat, fanning his legs in and out while panic flared through his mind. 

He couldn’t get up! 

His bladder was so full that he couldn’t move, it was freezing him to his spot, confining him there and preventing its own relief from happening. What could Ethan DO now? He couldn’t get up to run to the toilet without pissing himself, but if he stayed in his chair much longer he was still going to piss himself. 

He’d lost. 

There was no way he was going to make it. He couldn’t do it. It was impossible. 

“Oh! Are you alright?” Emily asked, staring at Ethan’s pained, coiled up body as he rocked back and forth on his chair. 

‘Yes. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,’ Ethan tried to say. But, those words died on his lips. He wasn’t fine at all, and he NEEDED someone to worry about him, he needed someone to… To HELP him. 

James was good at helping him. 

“Pl—Please pay my assistant as fast as you can, and then send him in here?” Ethan requested. He needed help, he needed James… He wanted James now! 

“Okay,” Emily said gently, leaving the room. 

Ethan was by himself now, doubling over with a moan, bucking against the pressure of his palms. None of it was helping anymore. The stone of his bladder was crumbling to bits and he was going to explode! 

Ethan waited for James. He waited and waited and waited. And even though it couldn’t have been more than three minutes before James showed up, Ethan felt like it had been an eternity. 

“Ethan?” James asked. “Are you—“ 

“I can’t get up!” Ethan interrupted, realizing now that he didn’t actually know what he wanted James to DO for him— He’d only got as far as accepting that he needed James’s help. “D—Did Emily leave?” If he was going to flood himself, he didn’t want a patient in the building while it happened. 

“Yeah, it’s just us now,” James said. He hadn’t seen Ethan THIS desperate in a long, long time. Even the day his boyfriend had accidentally urinated in his lap, it hadn’t been this intense. Ethan looked like he was being tortured, his body obviously showing him no mercy. “Can I help you stand?” James offered. He took Ethan’s arm. “Let’s go, nice and steady now…” 

Ethan moaned and latched onto James, slowly being lifted upright, and— 

A hissing sound penetrated the air. 

Ethan was peeing forcefully. His breath hitched and his whole body shuddered. “N—No, I can’t— I can’t walk— I can’t—“ He folded over on himself, clutching away and cutting his release off yet again. But, he could feel so much heat traveling in his length, his piss was sure to start pouring out again any second now. He couldn’t walk, he couldn’t make it… 

“I could carry you?” James suggested, but even as the words passed his lips he knew it would never work. Ethan would probably burst completely the second James had lifted him. He’d drench them both in an instant. And this time, having Ethan accidentally pee on him wouldn’t give James any pleasure at all, he’d be too knotted up with the sympathy he felt for the poor man, having an accident inside his office, soaking the carpet and leaving what was sure to be an obvious stain behind. 

Ethan needed some way to go right where he was. 

James hurriedly opened the drawers of Ethan’s desk. He found the two handkerchiefs Ethan had already let himself flow into. They’d dried off a bit since then, he could use them again. And, maybe if he soaked ALL of the cloths he’d get enough out to be able to walk to a toilet? 

‘No,’ he thought. He could already imagine what Ethan would say; 

“I was going to throw out the two I… used. I can’t ruin them all like that!” 

He found the bottle Ethan had filled. Maybe if he dumped it out somewhere, Ethan could refill it again and again until he was finished. It was sure going to hurt to have to start and stop over and over, but it would be better than a full on accident. 

Where COULD he empty it, though? The only sink was in the bathroom, so it was as unobtainable as the toilet was. Maybe he could pour it on the plant instead, then? 

Once more, he could hear Ethan’s response. 

“I… Have a lot in me. If you water a plant too much, it dies. And it’s probably gonna be worse if we use something that ISN’T even water.” 

There weren’t any other options inside the drawers, though. And Ethan’s trash-can was wire mesh, any liquid would run straight out of it and soak the floor. He couldn’t pee THERE, either. 

There was that… That one idea James had been wrestling with all day… 

Would Ethan be okay with it? Just so long as James assured him that HE was okay with it? Would it even work? Would Ethan be able to relax and let go of his bladder in such a strange, off-putting way? Would James be able to swallow it fast enough, or would it spill out on the floor? James couldn’t end up CHOKING on it, could he? Was that possible? 

There was only one way to find out the answers to those questions. James took a deep breath. “We… Are alone now,” he said. “And, um… I had an idea of a way I can help you… But it’s… I don’t know if you’d like it because it’s really, really weird. And you’d probably think it’s gross and you wouldn’t want to put me through it— But, I promise I’M okay with it if you are, so don’t worry about that, and—“ 

“J—James…” Ethan whined. “If you have an idea, please tell me? I— I’m holding on by a thread.” 

“O—Okay,” James said. “Now, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If it makes you too uncomfortable, I’ll try to find some other way. I just want to make you feel better, and if this makes you feel worse, tell me and I won’t be upset. I’ll just think of something els—“ 

Ethan stomped his feet hard. “James, please?” He needed relief! He didn’t care how he got it! He couldn’t fathom what James was going to suggest. The only thing he could come up with was that James was going to say they take their shirts off and have Ethan stand on top of them while he pissed his pants so that the carpet would be saved. Ethan wouldn’t like it very much, but he absolutely didn’t want to make a mess of the floor, and they’d be going straight home anyway so their clothes would get clea— 

“I… Um…” This was one of those incredibly rare moments where James struggled to talk. Usually, he chattered nonstop and didn’t think twice about what came out of his mouth. Now though, he couldn’t even string a sentence together! And, it was worse because Ethan couldn’t wait much longer to hear the idea, if James didn’t spit it out, Ethan was going to pee his pants before an alternative was even presented. 

“James…” 

“Okay, okay!” James said. “I was… I just… I wouldn’t mind if you… In my mouth, and I… Got rid of it for you…” 

Ethan stared at him, his teeth grinding together sharply as he sucked in a very shallow puff of air. A very long moment passed, during which Ethan twitched and shook and his face started to go pale instead of pink. 

“If you don’t wanna do that, that’s okay! I’ll think of— Of something else!”

“James. Are you sure? I thought you told me you weren’t interested in… In drinking… It.” 

“I’m still not,” James admitted. “But, the idea doesn’t gross me out a ton, either. I dunno why, but I’m, like… Okay with it. I wanna help you feel all better, and—“ 

“You’d… You’d be willing to…” Ethan’s mouth dropped shut. He couldn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t make any more sounds beyond his tiny, whimpering moans. 

“I would,” James said, blushing. It wasn’t like he thought this was a very normal thing to offer, either. But, he… He just wanted to help Ethan. That was what he always wanted. “Only if YOU’RE willing. You don’t have to…” 

Ethan wrenched hard against his clenching hands, knees wobbling and buckling beneath him. “I— I think… I think I… I kinda DO have to. Really bad. You’re sure, though?” 

“I am,” James said. “I’m okay with it, I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I wasn’t okay with it.” 

“O—Okay,” Ethan said. His trembling fingers curled around his zipper, bladder spasming and begging him to yank it down. He hesitated. He’d peed in some odd places before, he could admit that. Desperation had driven him to relieve himself in a lot of spots that wouldn’t have been his first choice. This, though. This was… He didn’t even KNOW what this was. “James, I— What if— What if it’s grosser than you’re imagining, and you… You can’t…” 

James looked him in the eyes, and noticed he was beginning to tear up. Was his bladder hurting that bad, or was it something else? “What?” 

“I… I… What if, you actually really hate this. And then… Afterwards, you can’t even look at me. You think I’m too disgusting, and… And so you don’t like me anymore…” 

“I could never stop liking you,” James promised. “Even if it… Tastes really, really bad, and it turns out I hate every second of it, I’ll still love you just as much afterwards.” 

“But, what if you’re wrong?” 

“I’ll still see you the same way,” James assured. “Even if I end up thinking this is gross. I won’t stop loving you because of that. It won’t change anything. If I hate it, all it will mean is that I tried something out that I didn’t enjoy. But, I don’t think I CAN completely hate it, because I’ll be HELPING you.”

“O—Okay…” Ethan said, beginning to unzip. “H—How do I— How do we—“ 

“Um…” James got down on his knees, the same way he did when he was readying himself to suck Ethan off. Those memories gave him an idea of how to make sure Ethan didn’t ‘miss’. “Maybe… Just… stick it in my mouth? Like if we were—“ 

Ethan nodded, trembling as he freed his cock. James saw a drop of urine already collected on his tip. “Um… Okay… You’re sure?” 

“Yes, you don’t need to ask,” James said. “I’m sure. Whenever you’re ready.” 

Ethan wanted to do this, he certainly ENJOYED having James’s lips wrapped around his cock. And, he was dying to go. He was dribbling where he stood, little droplets plinking to the carpet. With his dick now out, Ethan wrapped his hands around it, swayed from side to side, jiggled up and down. 

It shouldn’t have been so adorable, but James felt some heat in his cheeks anyway. Ethan was doing his familiar pee dance, so full of need, ready to burst. It made James want to take care of him. 

“If you’re too uncomfortable…” 

“I— I am uncomfortable,” Ethan said. “I can’t hold it…” 

“You don’t have to.” James reached out towards Ethan’s cock. “Let me help.” 

Ethan released his penis from his hands, urine immediately beading up in his urethra. “O—Okay, you… Um… However you want…” 

James edged himself closer, his hand grasped Ethan’s dick and he looked up. Ethan nodded, very slightly. So, James continued, he drew Ethan’s member into his mouth and focused on holding his tongue still. He wasn’t sure if Ethan COULD get hard in this condition, but didn’t want to tempt him to. It would become very difficult for him to piss if that happened. 

‘Maybe if I got him hard, he’d be able to walk next door without going?’ James thought briefly, but he knew THAT was a godawful idea. Ethan would never walk into the sandwich store with an erection, even if he was able to hide it. 

James waited for the first spurts of Ethan’s piss to wet his tongue, but nothing came out. He assumed Ethan was waiting for some kind of signal that it was time, so James looked up at him and flashed a thumbs-up. 

Ethan was actually TRYING to pee, he was just having trouble. Everything in him was screaming that this wasn’t a good idea, that James would be revolted, that in spite of everything he’d said to the contrary, he’d be so disgusted after this was finished that he’d never look at Ethan again. He shook from so much more than desperation. 

Suddenly, he felt something warm encasing his hand, felt it being gently squeezed. James was holding him, trying to reassure him, to make him understand and accept that this was an okay thing to do and that James wanted it. James wanted to help and make him feel better. 


Ethan’s bladder loosened, and his release began. His heart thudded hard in his chest. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. He was pissing into James’s mouth, pissing down his throat. He was… He was USING him…

Ethan let out a strange noise that was a mixture of nervousness and relief. It felt good to let go, and he couldn’t stop, but… But he was USING James… He was…He was defiling him… 

James had been weirdly startled by the warmth of Ethan’s urine. He had no idea why, he knew full well that pee was warm, but it felt strange inside his mouth, going down his esophagus. The taste wasn’t anything James thought he’d ever find himself craving, but it wasn’t absolutely horrendous either. James didn’t think he would have cared that much if it HAD been revolting, anyway. 

James had to swallow quickly, The release pouring from Ethan’s tap was forceful and fast. Poor thing had held it so long, had held so much… It was all going to have to blast out now. Except, Ethan STILL didn’t seem to be relaxing. His body was still shuddering, his expression was still pinched. 

Their hands were still joined together. James squeezed down on Ethan’s hand again, rubbed a soothing circle into it with his thumb

Ethan understood immediately. Ethan wasn’t using him. Ethan was merely accepting his help; Help that James was happy to give. 

And Ethan tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut and a sigh falling from his lips. James could feel the tension fading from his partner’s body, finding relaxation now as his bladder emptied itself. At last, James knew that he WAS helping, he WAS making Ethan feel all better. Warmth and fuzziness bubbled in his chest, and suddenly Ethan’s urine tasted a little bit better. 

Slowly, Ethan’s deluge faded into a slight dribble, and his cock began to stiffen within James’s mouth. Ethan squeezed James’s hand twice, firmly. James leaned back then, swallowing the last of the liquid that had seeped into his mouth. He looked at Ethan’s now hard cock, but didn’t get much more than a glance at it before Ethan turned away from him. 

“Ethan…?” 

“I— I’m so sorry,” Ethan said. “I’m really, really, really sorry. I know you wanted to help me, and I’m… I’m thankful. But… I’m sorry.” 

James came to his side. “You have nothing to apologize for. I offered to do that. You didn’t make me.” 

“Did… Did it feel… Degrading?” Ethan asked. “I don’t ever want to— To make you feel that way.” 

“It didn’t feel like that at all,” James said. “It felt like I was helping you, because I was.” 

“You… Did help,” Ethan said. “I feel better. I had to go so bad, James…” 

“I know,” James nodded. “But, everything’s okay now.” He put a hand against Ethan’s back, rubbed him there gently. “I’m here for you.” 

Ethan relaxed greatly at the touch, he started to tuck his penis back into his pants, when James glanced at it. It was still stiff, too stimulated from being enclosed in James’s warm mouth. “You want more help?” he asked. 

“James, we can’t do THAT in my office,” Ethan said, blushing. 

“You just pissed in my mouth in your office,” James reminded. “What’s one more thing?” 

Ethan thought about it. His erection didn’t seem to be fading. “Okay,” he said. “You can help me again.” 

“Yay!” James said, and immediately he was back on his knees, opening his mouth. 

This time, Ethan guided his length into James’s mouth himself, releasing a moan as James immediately began to suckle on it, occasionally flicking it with his tongue. He rubbed a hand through James’s hair, guiding his head down. “Th—Thank you…” he panted. “Thank you… Thank you… You make me feel so good…” 

James rubbed a hand overtop of his clothed crotch. Being praised didn’t get to him as much as it got to Ethan, but it still felt wonderful to hear him breathe those words out as he sucked away. He tongued Ethan’s tip, enjoying the taste of him. 

Tension built up in Ethan’s body, pleasure rolling over him as James continued to lick and flick at his cock. James took Ethan in further, swallowing him up to his base, and prompting a massive, massive moan from his lips. James’s mouth was so tight, so warm, so— 

Ethan frantically tapped on James’s shoulder to get his attention, but it was too late. He was already cumming, ejecting thick ropes of semen down his boyfriend’s throat. James reacted by simply CONTINUING to suck, hollowing out his cheeks and flexing his tongue against Ethan’s softening length. 

“Ohhhh,” Ethan groaned. “God— James— James—!” 

James withdrew from Ethan, gulping again, swallowing all of Ethan’s cum. Ethan stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did you just—“ 

“Why are you surprised?” James laughed. “After what we just did?” 

Ethan blushed. “Um… Did it taste good?” 

“Yeah,” James said. “And I helped you again!” 

“Eheh, yeah…” Ethan said. “Let’s um… Let’s go home now. And I… Kinda want to give you something to drink that didn’t… Er… Didn’t… Come out of me. I wanna get you some water.” 

“I mean, one of those WAS water at one point,” James said. “And coffee. Mostly coffee, I guess.” 

“Um…Yeah,” Ethan said. “I just…” He pulled James into a hug. “Er… Thank you for doing that… You helped me. I feel good now.” 

James hugged back, “Yay! That’s all that matters!”

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“Wow, that was a lot today,” James giggled to himself as he and Ethan were laying in bed. 

“It was,” Ethan agreed. “I think that’s the worst I’ve needed to ‘go’ in ages. I’m still kind of sore.” He rubbed a hand over his midsection, the muscles there still felt taut and worn out. His bladder was NOT pleased with him for that marathon of a hold. It was touchy and irritable. 

By the time they’d returned home, James was absolutely bursting. He’d spent the latter half of their drive crossing his legs and bouncing, repeatedly asking how much longer it would be even though they’d taken the rout from Ethan’s office to their house hundreds of times. Ethan actually ended up speeding a few times because he was so determined to get James comfortable again. 

Ethan himself hadn’t been that comfortable either. His sphincters and holding muscles had been shot to Hell after everything he’d put them through. Only twenty minutes after he’d finally relieved himself, he was eager to go again. Beyond that, his brain was uncomfortable as well. He knew James only had to pee so badly because he’d had so much to drink right before they’d left. 

He’d… Drank so much of Ethan’s… 

‘But, he told you it was okay,’ Ethan reminded himself. ‘He wasn’t disgusted, and now the only bad thing that’s happened to him is he needs to go… Get rid of it all for good. It’s fine.’ 

They made it home in time for James to use the restroom. He left the door open while he urinated, as he so often did. The sight of James’s shoulders slumping, and the sound of his pee hissing away, made Ethan’s fatigued bladder cramp up and prompted him to rub his knees together. 

James caught him fidgeting in the corner of his eye and stepped over slightly without a word so that he could join. Ethan accepted the offer gratefully, pulling himself out and relaxing his weary sphincters. He was relieved in two ways then, first from simply being able to go, and again when he felt no pain as it trickled out of him. He’d been a little concerned that he may have REALLY held it in for too long today and could have gotten an infection. Luckily, there was no stinging or burning, just the calm feeling of his body doing what it needed to do. 

Ethan’s bladder continued to act up through the rest of the evening. He wasn’t able to make it longer than thirty minutes without needing another toilet trip. It didn’t freak him out too badly, this often happened if he and James played a game and James was particularly unwilling to give him permission to let it flow. He knew his body would be back to normal eventually. 

As he laid in bed now, he sure was still feeling achey, though… 

James watched him smoothing his hand along his abdomen and frowned. “You’re okay, right?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Ethan promised. “I’ve gotten kinda sore from holding it before, remember? Are… Are YOU feeling okay?” He asked. He hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but it had been weighing on him. “I mean, you aren’t… Nauseas, or anything, right?” 

“Nope,” James said. “Pee’s normally safe to drink, unless the person it came out of was sick. That’s why you can drink it when you get lost in the dessert and can’t find any water.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind in case we ever get stranded, I guess,” Ethan said. 

“Okay, good,” James said. “Because, with how big your bladder is, I’m sure you’ll have enough that neither of us gets dehydrated!” 

“Eheh, yeah…” Ethan started to lay down, but a pain stretching out within his lower stomach and down his sides made him pause with a wince. “Oooh…” 

James watched with great concern. He had seen Ethan get worn out after a holding game a few times. He had seen Ethan need a day or two to recover afterwards before his bladder was back to normal. But, right now, he was acting more like he’d just run a marathon and all of his muscles had been annihilated. He was acting like he was REALLY hurt. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” James asked once more. “Do you… Need, like, a heating pad?” 

Ethan laughed. “Actually, yeah. That might help,” he admitted. “I did that before once.” 

That meant Ethan had worn his bladder out to this degree at least one other time; One other time that James hadn’t gotten to see. He slid out of the bed. “Okay, I’ll go get the heating pad for you. And when I get back, I need to hear that story, okay?” 

“Ha, of course. I’ll tell you.” 

James went into the restroom and retrieved the heating pad, then ran straight back to the bedroom. He was certain he’d made the trip in less than thirty seconds. As a confirmation, Ethan snorted out a laugh. “Wow, that was fast… Someone really wants a bedtime story, doesn’t he?” 

“Yes!” James beamed. He plugged the heating pad in and let Ethan rest it against his bladder area. He hoped it made him feel better. He didn’t want Ethan to be in too much pain to tell the story! 

“Okay, lay beside me then,” Ethan said. 

James did so eagerly, cuddling against his partner, careful not to jostle him around too much. 

Ethan draped an arm around him, gently massaging him as he spoke. “Okay. So, my first job out of college wasn’t in my own office, of course. I needed a bit more experience first, so I applied to be the guidance counselor at the middle school. I was hired, but the principal and I weren’t often on the same page. There are some people who think psychology is pseudoscience, or that therapy isn’t ever necessary for children— They either believe kids can ‘bounce back’ from things better than adults can, or that they haven’t faced enough ‘real’ problems to need help. The principal was a bit like that. On my very fist day he made it clear I’d only been hired because it was a requirement that the school have a counselor, and if he’d had it his way, then there just wouldn’t be one.”

“Well, that’s really mean,” James said. “I hope he didn’t hurt your feelings.” 

“He did a little,” Ethan admitted. “When you get a new job, it’s not very fun to hear your boss basically tell you he doesn’t want you there. There were arguments sometimes, because part of my job was to help coordinate things for kids that need extra assistance. Very often, he would think my suggestions were unnecessary. There was a student who was very prone to panic attacks when she got overwhelmed. I met with her, her family and some of the staff so that we could set up a quiet space for her to go if she needed it. Her parents and a few of the teachers were on board, but when I went to the principal later, he thought it was all ridiculous.” 

*** 

“Amanda is eleven,” Principal Haskins said, speaking extremely slowly. As if Ethan were a toddler and couldn’t understand long words. “Eleven year olds don’t have anxiety and panic attacks. 

Ethan shook his head. He could tell Haskins that Amanda had come into his office hyperventilating and fighting for breath multiple times now. He could tell him that she’d broken down in tears because she was so scared all of her friends thought she was ‘insane’ because of her ‘freak outs’. He could tell him that ‘eleven’ was actually a pretty normal age to begin experiencing such things,. A sudden influx of hormones mixed with rapidly evolving social dynamics and levels of responsibility created an extremely stressful time, and with Amanda’s older brother moving away to college recently, of course she was carrying heavier feelings. 

But, that would be sharing things about Amanda that she hadn’t told him he could share. So, instead he tried to calmly explain that anxiety was a completely natural emotion that everyone experienced, no matter what age, and that some people struggled with it more than others. Ethan felt awkward and out of place as he spoke. It was kind of surreal, because he knew everything he was saying was correct, yet being looked down upon by an authority figure made it impossible for him to sound confident. 

“What does an eleven year old have to be getting ‘anxiety’ about?” 

“I… Am not able to tell you the specifics,” Ethan said. He’d begun to fidget with his fingers, gripping onto them with his opposite hand and tugging at them. ‘Stop that…’ he told himself. “But, all people face stress, and—“ 

“Then she doesn’t need special treatment.” 

“A—As I was saying, there are differing degrees to anxiety,” Ethan reiterated. “Sometimes—“ 

“Next time you see her, how about you try just telling her to calm down?” Haskins suggested. 

‘Right, and then I’ll tell someone with a broken leg to just walk,’ Ethan thought. He wanted to say that out loud, but his tongue felt thick and heavy. “I— I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that.” 

*** 

“We went around and around for a bit,” Ethan explained to James. “In the end, I had to tell the student to just try to come to my office when she was struggling. But, I couldn’t get the principal to sign off on letting her leave class if she felt like she was going to have an attack. It was pretty heartbreaking, she was so upset about her classmates seeing her that way. She started to get teased, and that made her anxiety worse. All I could do was talk to her for a little while every few days.” 

“That principal sounds awful,” James said. 

“He definitely was,” Ethan said. “The good news is that it’s been a while since then, and the school’s got a new principal. I still hear from that student sometimes, and I think she’s really starting to flourish now that she’s in another school.” 

“Oh, good!” James said. “But… Um… How does this—“ 

“Right, you want to hear about the time I completely wore out my bladder, don’t you?” 

“… Yes, please.” 

“Okay,” Ethan said with a smile. “So, as you can tell, the principal did not respect me at all. A few of the teachers did, but not many of them. And some of the other staff members weren’t that friendly, either. I think with a lot of them, they were going along with what the principal said because he could choose whether or not they’d be back for the next school year, and could make their jobs harder if he wanted to… You get the point, I was at the bottom of the totem pole there. Very rarely did anyone think I’d have something worthwhile to say, so I’d get ignored a lot when we did staff meetings. Even when I really, really, REALLY needed someone to acknowledge me.” 

*** 

Every so often, the members of the school staff spent an entire day holding a meeting together at the long table in the library. The students loved those days, because the school would be closed and they wouldn’t have to come in. Ethan, on the other hand, didn’t like meeting days at all. He did not at all enjoy working in a place where his boss and the majority of his co-workers thought that he didn’t serve any real purpose. The students were the only things keeping him completely hating his job. Being able to do what he could to help them through their problems made his OWN problems easier to live through. 

On a staff in-service day, he didn’t get to do any of that. He’d just get to sit there and listen to whatever Principal Haskins wanted to talk about. He could make suggestions about things, but he was rarely even acknowledged when he spoke, and whatever he said would NEVER be taken seriously. 

During the meetings, Ethan would be made to feel like he was a lot younger than he actually was. He was treated like a small child trying to butt into a grown-up conversation that everyone else knew he couldn’t fully understand. If he wasn’t outright ignored, he’d just be brushed aside, like an irritating fly. Sometimes, it was like Haskins didn’t even HEAR what Ethan had just said to him. 

The most irritating moments came when Ethan spoke up, was ignored as usual, and then someone ELSE immediately said the SAME thing he just had, and Haskins suddenly exclaimed that THEY’D made a great point. Ethan figured that Haskins was probably trying to get a rise out of him, because if Ethan ever raised his voice or got too emotional, then Haskins would finally have an excuse to fire him and find a new person to fill the counselor position; Hopefully someone who wouldn’t try so hard to make Haskins take the mental health of his students seriously. 

That was what Ethan thought anyway, and nothing about Haskins’s behavior suggested to him that he could be wrong. 

In spite of it all, Ethan could not bring himself to truly hate Haskins. He disliked the man, sure, but he did his best to understand that Haskins was STILL a person, no matter how annoying and uncaring he was. Haskins was a really old guy, and while Ethan didn’t want to judge him based on his age, he thought it COULD explain why he had a negative view of therapy. Haskins also likely didn’t remember what it was like to be a kid very well anymore, so perhaps he just didn’t UNDERSTAND that things that seemed super small and trivial to an adult were major catastrophes to children. 

During one particular meeting, Ethan finally started to actively revile Haskins. He didn’t lose sight of Haskins’s humanity, but clearly saw that he was the sort of person that often acted with very deliberate malice. He was still a person, and he was one of the few people Ethan hated. 

The day of the meeting got off to a terrible start when Ethan’s alarm failed to ring. He overslept, but luckily only by about twenty minutes. He still had a chance of making it to the school on time so long as he skipped his morning shower. He quickly put on some clean clothes and made his hair look half-way presentable, then finished his coffee as fast as he could, because there was no way he could function this early without it. 

Halfway through the drive to the school, Ethan noticed the problem. Since he’d failed to shower this morning, he hadn’t gone into the restroom. And, thanks to his tiredness, without actively SEEING the toilet, it hadn’t crossed his mind that he ought to USE it before going anywhere. As he waited at a red-light, he took stock of his situation. Did he need to go? Yes, he most certainly did. His kidneys had been hard at work all night, pumping quite a bit of fluid into his bladder, which he hadn’t relieved since around eight the previous evening. The result was a constant, dull tingle encompassing his abdomen. 

Recalling a similar mistake he’d made before boarding a flight, one which had ended with him being caught urinating onto a fake fire hydrant meant to be used by service dogs, Ethan knew that foregoing his morning pee was going to cause trouble if he didn’t rectify it soon. As he drove, he passed by a gas station. He wondered if he could stop at it for a quick piss. 

A glance at the car’s clock told him that wasn’t an option. It was very nearly eight, which meant he was going to be late if he took a break. 

It was very nearly eight, which meant it had been almost twelve hours since he’d last— 

Ethan shook his head, trying to clear that from his mind. Yes, twelve hours was a long time, but he didn’t need to go THAT badly. He’d been asleep through most of it, so he hadn’t even been drinking anything. 

He HAD just finished a big mug of coffee… 

That wasn’t a big deal! He’d be perfectly fine, and he’d go as soon as he got to the school. 

Ethan made it to the building in time and found a parking space. When he exited the car and stood up, a tight knot of pressure wound its way through his bladder. He sucked in his cheeks and exhaled very slowly and carefully. It seemed he needed to go a little more than he’d thought. At least he was near a bathroom now. He just had to go straight through the front door, turn down the first hallway and he’d be free. He could forget that this whole silly mistake had even happened. 

He was able to accomplish the first step with ease, making his way inside the school. He could already feel something inside of him going a little looser, prompting him to tighten his thighs to keep his bladder from getting too eager. 

It was a good thing he’d been squeezing his holding muscles so tightly as he’d headed towards the hallway, because the sudden slap against his back may have made him leak otherwise. “Ah..?” He turned, seeing that Haskins was gripping his shoulder. 

“Finally decided to turn up?” Haskins asked him. “We can’t get started until everyone is present. You know that.” 

“I— I understand that, sir,” Ethan said. He wished Haskins would let go. His hand was too tight, sort of pinching his shoulder blade. And Ethan couldn’t juggle TWO uncomfortable pressures right now. “But, um, I’m actually a couple minutes early… I thought I could use that time to—“ 

“It is customary that one arrives at least half an hour before we are scheduled to start,” Haskins scolded, but also finally released his arm. 

That had never been explained to Ethan… He rubbed his sore shoulder as he replied; “I— I see. Very sorry, I was unaware. I’ll be with you all in just a moment, hang o—“ 

“We have waited long enough on you, Ethan,” Haskins said. “Please come take your seat so we can begin.” 

Ethan wanted to protest. The dressing down from Haskins had, for some reason, ignited a fire underneath his bladder and it now felt much warmer and heavier. Knowing that there were toilets a few paces away made it that much worse. He knew better than to argue, however. And he also knew that restroom breaks were permitted during the meetings, all a person needed to do was say where they were going and leave. Ethan could handle waiting through the introductions before taking a quick break. 

When he got to the table in the library and sat down in a chair, he was crossing his legs and hoping that it wouldn’t take TOO long before he had an opportunity to excuse himself. Everyone else— save for Haskins— was already seated, and a few glanced in his direction, but only for a moment. He was grateful that they hadn’t lingered on him for too long, certain that discomfort was visible in his expression and posture. 

Small plastic cups were laid out in front of each seat and Ethan groaned at the sight of them. They were empty now, but soon would be filled with water from the jug Haskins brought in. Now, he wished he really HAD been late, and was bracing himself for the auditory and visual torment that was about to befall his bladder. 

Sure enough, when Haskins started to pour water into each of the cups, it felt more like the jug was being emptied into Ethan’s bladder. As his ears were assailed by the hiss of moving liquids— which sounded far louder than it had any right to— Ethan wished that he had the ability to turn back time. If he could just go back, make himself wake up a few minutes earlier, he could be seated here so much more comfortably. 

Haskins continued around the table. The closer he got to Ethan, the more Ethan had to wriggle in his seat. He could see the streams pouring from the jug a lot more clearly now. He could see the way the fluid gleamed in the light, the gentle flow as it trickled down. He leaned backwards in his chair, trying to take some of the pressure away from his bladder. He assured himself that there would be a time— very soon— where he would be able to take a toilet break. He’d be able to go before his urge went from ‘really, really uncomfortable’ to ‘a total emergency’. 

At last, Haskins came to Ethan’s side. Haskins glanced at him for a moment. Was he looking at him longer than he had anyone else…? Ethan tried to unclench and stop looking so tense. To Ethan’s surprise, he spoke; “You look really thirsty,” he said. 

Ethan said nothing. He was sure that his face was flushed. He could feel himself sweating. He probably DID look a little dehydrated. 

Haskins began to fill Ethan’s cup. Ethan clenched his eyes closed against the sight— a stream running out right in front of him! So close, he could hear every drop as it plinked against the plastic.

He found himself recalling his last physical at the doctor’s office. Having always struggled with providing urine samples when asked, he’d stupidly decided to get his bladder good and full before his appointment. But, then his appointment ended up being delayed, and he was stuck waiting in the office for nearly two hours, pee stretching him out so far that he was fighting back tears. When the doctor finally showed up, Ethan humiliated himself by begging to please, please be allowed to give his urine sample before ANY other part of the examination took place. 

His request was granted, and he was graciously allowed to fill (Well, overflow, really) a specimen cup in the restroom. The sound of his pee gushing into that receptacle was identical to the sound he was being subjected to now. But, at the doctor’s office, the noise had been accompanied by one of the most glorious feelings of relief Ethan had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Here, it was accompanied by the sensation of a jackhammer drilling against the hard stone of his un-emptied bladder. 

Suddenly, Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. “U—Uh, while you f—finish with the drinks, I need to take a bathroom break, okay?” 

He awaited Haskins’s response, dreading that he’d say ‘no’. But, he didn’t. He didn’t say ANYTHING. When Ethan opened his eyes, Haskins had already moved onto the next person, apparently not having even heard his request. 

“S—Sir?” Ethan asked. 

Haskins just kept moving down the table. Ethan tried twice more to get his attention, but then Haskins had taken his own seat and the meeting was underway. 

‘Okay… Okay…’ Ethan thought. ‘This will be fine. You don’t have to listen to water sounds anymore, so you should feel better. Just hang on until there’s a lull in the conversation, then you can ask again. He just didn’t hear you. It’s fine.’ 

The reassurances didn’t do much to calm his bladder down. He’d said the words ‘I need to take a bathroom break’! And that meant he was SUPPOSED to be peeing now! That was how it worked! The full organ was thrashing around inside of him now, frustrated at having its needs ignored. He shifted around again, his ankles rubbing together. He was certain that his coffee was beginning to kick in now, because his urgency was ramping up at a fast enough pace to alarm him. 

“Alright, seems we finally have everyone here,” Haskins said, looking straight at Ethan. 

“I’m very sorry,” Ethan said, fidgeting from something other than desperation for once. Now that Haskins’s eyes were on him— now that EVERYONE’S eyes were on him— he thought maybe he’d actually be HEARD when he asked for relief. His bladder cramped and begged him to please, please ask. But, he didn’t want to leave now, not after Haskins had just called attention to his ‘lateness’. 

‘But, you weren’t even LATE,’ Ethan reminded himself. ‘You were two minutes EARLY— Which should have given you time to—‘

“So, we’ll get started now,” Haskins continued, looking away from Ethan to address the group as a whole. “There are a few things to discuss today, so this will be one of our longer meetings. We’ll have a short lunch break in a few hours, though.” 

Ethan jammed his thighs together, taking care to ensure his opening was pinned right in between them. One hand squeezed onto his knee, the other gripped the edge of the table. He swore he noticed Haskins’s eyes flick towards him as he’d mentioned how long this meeting would be. ‘You imagined that,’ Ethan thought. ‘Needing to go is just making you feel vulnerable. Calm down.’ 

“First thing,” Haskins said. “I’ve noticed some test scores slipping. Ms. Hollow, I understand that even one of the top students in your home room class is beginning to fail exams. You have been devoting all of your class time to instruction, haven’t you?” No allowing the kids to goof off?” 

This was something Ethan thought he could shed SOME light on. Generally, when a formerly straight-A student suddenly started to struggle in school, that meant something ELSE was going on in their life which affected their ability to concentrate. He also figured he knew which student Haskins was talking about. Her grandfather had passed away recently, she’d come to Ethan a few times to talk about how she’d been unable to stop thinking about him and how much she missed him. 

Ethan couldn’t give all the details, but he could explain that a sudden, rapid decline in school grades was often a sign that a student needed extra emotional support. He tried to say as much, but he barely even had time to open his mouth before Haskins was speaking again. “I’d like to suggest that we give the students a little extra homework for a bit, more practice before tests should nip all of this in the bud.” 

Ethan wasn’t so sure. Of course, more studying could be helpful, but that was only a piece of the puzzle. And there did exist such a thing as studying TOO much, being burned out was never good, either. He almost said something, but then his attention was drawn back towards his bladder. Heat started to move down his length. The hand on his knee quickly went to his crotch instead. He blushed furiously, appalled that he was gripping himself in the middle of a meeting. He’d just been so certain that he was about to leak that he’d acted on instinct. At least no one could see where his hand was below the table. 

So, when Ethan made another attempt to speak up, he did so with the intent to ask for a toilet break. “Ex—Excuse me…” He said, nervous that it was still too early in the meeting to leave. 

Not that it mattered, because it didn’t look like Haskins had heard him. He just kept talking, giving suggestions on new practice assignments the students should do at home, how much work to give at once, the importance of emphasizing to students that their test scores mattered. The teachers around Ethan threw in their own input, and the librarian recommended a few work-books to find assignments in. 

All the while, Ethan’s bladder grew more and more irritable. It pulsed and pounded, and he felt heat rushing against his opening. He put both hands in his lap and leaned forwards into them. Everyone was talking over each other, so he didn’t have THAT much hope that he’d be heard, but he gave it another try anyway; “Excuse me, I—“ He cleared his throat, immediately regretting it when that managed to prompt a little dribble of liquid to warm his boxers. “Excuse me—“ 

No one even looked at him. He tried one more time, raising his voice. “Excuse me!” 

Nothing. It was simply too loud at the moment. He had to wait for everybody to quiet down again. THEN, he was sure, he would finally be allowed to go. 

It took almost half an hour for everyone to come to an agreement on the amount of homework each class should give per night. Ethan spent each of those thirty minutes in near-total agony. He’d been unable to stop a few more spurts from leaking out of him, and each one shocked him so much that he couldn’t help but try again to get someone’s attention. It was like he’d been turned completely invisible, though. No one so much as glanced at him, even when he was sure the hissing of his momentary losses of bladder control should have been loud enough to hear. 

Maybe he HAD somehow turned invisible. That would sure be nice. He could squirm and writhe as animatedly as he’d like. Hell, he could even just get UP and go use the restroom! He knew better than to actually believe he’d developed a super-power though. He knew he was visible, and that if he stood, he would be told to sit back down by Haskins.

But— But, then Haskins would be NOTICING him! And he’d be able to say “I just need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Maybe he should just do that! 

Clenching his eyes closed and tightening down on his lower muscles, Ethan prepared to stand. He’d been seated for so long with his ankles knotted together that his feet had fallen asleep. He knew getting up was going to hurt, to say nothing of what the change in position would do to the sloshing ball of piss in his middle. Gingerly, he started to force himself upright. As he moved, the liquid trapped within him moved as well. His urine felt like it was rising and splashing around within him. He felt another slam of pressure against his sphincters, and broke out into a cold sweat. When that pressure moved even lower, culminating in a long, slow trickle into his boxers, Ethan stopped what he was doing, sat back down all the way, doubled over, and gripped himself hard with both hands. 

He couldn’t get up in this condition! Everyone would see him clutching his crotch, like a little kid on the verge of an accident! He needed to wait for this awful spasm to pass, he just needed his body to calm down, he needed the waves of pee within him to settle. Then, he’d be able to carry all of it to the restroom without thoroughly disgracing himself along the way. 

When he was able to uncurl himself and look up, he saw Haskins’s eyes were latched right on him. He was looking! Good! “Sir,” Ethan said, speaking loudly to be heard over the other conversations. “May I please—“ 

Haskins suddenly clapped his hands together, starling Ethan badly enough that new warmth re-wet his drying crotch. “Alright,” Haskins said. 

At first, Ethan actually thought Haskins had been speaking to HIM, had been saying “Alright, you can go to the toilet now, Ethan.” But, of course that wasn’t what he was REALLY saying. 

Haskins had SEEN Ethan, he’d been looking directly AT him, staring him in the face as Ethan had tried to speak up, and now he was going to continue the meeting as if Ethan hadn’t said anything at all. 

Of course, Haskins had never thought anything Ethan had to say was important. But, couldn’t he make an exception THIS time? In that moment, peeing felt more important than ANYTHING else Ethan had ever tried to convince Haskins of. If Ethan could just FINISH his statement, if Haskins knew that the only thing he was asking for was permission to empty his bursting bladder, maybe he wouldn’t be so intent on ignoring him? Ethan was certain that if Haskins only KNEW that he had to pee so badly, his suffering would be allowed to end. 

“I think we’ve gotten the homework thing sorted out,” Haskins went on. He paused as everybody finished quieting down. Then, Ethan saw him look over at him again before his eyes flicked back away. Haskins’s hand wrapped around his cup of water, which he lifted and brought to his lips before taking several long, implausibly loud gulps. Ethan moved his legs around, knees bouncing, as he watched Haskins’s throat move with each swallow. 

Ethan couldn’t tell if Haskins was a noisy drinker, or if his desperation had made his ears way too adept at hearing water noises, but either way, having to listen to that was making Ethan’s entire lower body ache with strain. When Haskins finally finished with his water, he gave a slow sigh. “Ahhh…” 

Ethan flinched at that as well, hands digging more firmly into his crotch as he wriggled his butt around in his chair. The people seated directly beside him kept looking over, making him blush. But, he just couldn’t stay still! He’d explode if he tried! His legs jiggled as adrenaline surged through him, a few more droplets still threatening to leak into his already sodden boxers. 

“We’ve all been talking a lot,” Haskins continued. “I want to make sure everyone is taking good care of their throats. If you haven’t finished your water yet, please do that now.” 

‘What? No!’ Ethan thought in horror. The cup wasn’t that big, but it was still way more than Ethan had the room for! But, everyone else was drinking, so that meant he had to do it too. Gulping with nervous dread, Ethan forced one hand away from his groin and used it to pick up his cup. Even just holding it in his HAND was making him need to go worse. He could feel the coolness of it, could see the fluid wobbling in the container, being jostled by his anxious, shaking hand. He took a sip, and his throat contracted when he tried to swallow it. His body did not WANT any more fluid. 

He forced it down anyway. Every swallow was pain. Keeping his legs crossed, he tried to just focus on getting the cup emptied. His bladder demanded all of his attention though. It felt like a water balloon being squished between two heavy boulders. Another spasm encouraged Ethan to shift again, his fingers doing their best to pinch his bladder’s exit path-way closed. When he’d finally drained the cup, when he’d finally dumped another bunch of fluid down into a container that had no space for it, Ethan had to curl over on himself again, rocking back and forth. He dropped the cup to the table, and heard it rolling, but he didn’t care. He just thrust his now free hand against himself and pleaded with his floodgates to stay closed. 

His eyes flew back open, it was still quiet, so he gave it one more try. “Please, excuse m—“ 

“Our next topic of discussion,” Haskins said, voice booming in the room. “Is in regards to the upcoming overnight field trip. There are a few things to get squared away. First, I’d like you to remind all of the students that anyone who doesn’t have at least a C average will not be attending…” 

Haskins carried on and on, time moving way too slowly for Ethan’s liking. He bounced and bounced in his chair, not hearing a single word of Haskins’s speech. He knew part of his job was to remind the teachers to make note of any medications their students would have with them for the trip, but he was incapable of keeping a single thought in his head for longer than a second. 

But, then Haskins said something that managed to pierce through the white-noise of need consuming Ethan’s ear-drums. “And, we are going to need a second set of permission slips for the white water rafting activity. We need parents to sign off, and a reminder that their children must be able to SWIM to partake in that part of the trip.” 

Ohhhh… Oh Goddd… Just thinking about rafting down a river, or swimming in one, or being within five miles of one…. Ethan was about to make an enormous river right where he was! “I— I—“ The person to his left glanced over, and Ethan felt somewhat hopeful. “I have to—“ 

“Ahem?” Haskins cleared his throat, irritation evident. “You may speak when it’s your turn to speak, Ethan.” 

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said. Rather than ashamed, he felt nothing but relief. Finally, some acknowledgement. “It’s just that I—“ 

“As I was saying,” Haskins interrupted. “Rafting can be very dangerous, so we need to be absolutely certain that everyone participating is capable of swimming. We don’t want any injuries. I’ve gone on this trip yearly with the school, that river gets very fast in certain areas, the water really rushes. And it’s loud, too, which causes another problem. It may be harder to hear a student over the sound of so much hissing, splashing, sloshing river-water— That can seriously overpower other noises. Last year, it was so loud in places that I could hardly hear my own thoughts over the spray…” 

As Haskins continued blathering on and on and ON about the sound of the river, Ethan began to feel as if his bladder was about to rip right out of his skin like some terrifying alien creature. Beyond the pain of his astronomical need to just PEE, Ethan was also struck by an AWFUL realization. 

It was not that Haskins wasn’t able to HEAR Ethan. It was not that he didn’t notice Ethan had to relieve himself. 

Haskins KNEW. He knew full well that Ethan was BURSTING for a urinal. He was ignoring his pleas on purpose. He was interrupting his requests on purpose. He’d made everyone drink their water to torment Ethan, and now he was talking about the rafting trip for the same reason. He KNEW Ethan had been fighting off an accident all morning, and he WANTED to make him suffer even more. 

There was a feeling in Ethan’s chest now. One he didn’t get that often. Up until then, he didn’t think he’d ever actually HATED another person before. He’d been annoyed by people in the past, he’d been frustrated by them, he’d found some dull and boring to be around. But, he had never, EVER met someone and thought ‘You know, I really HATE that guy.’ 

There was a first time for everything, though, and Ethan HATED Principal Haskins. He could only come up with ONE possible motivation for Haskins’s actions; This was some sort of power-flex. Revenge for all the times Ethan had tried to convince him he was wrong about something. 

Did everyone else know, too? Was everyone else looking at him, fully aware that he was facing such a private crisis, and actively CHOOSING to keep him away from the solution to his agony? Because, if someone else DID notice that he was filled to the brim with urine, then THEY could have spoken up as well. THEY could have said, “Principal Haskins, you keep not hearing Ethan. I think he has something important he wants to ask!” But, no one had. 

So, either they couldn’t tell, or they COULD but were choosing not to help him. 

Ethan was really panicking now. It was no longer a matter of simply getting Haskins’s attention and asking. He already HAD that, Haskins just had no intention of letting him go. This meant that Ethan would NOT be able to use a toilet until the lunch break came. 

Would he even make it that long? 

He was suddenly transported back to his very first day of school. He’d had so much juice, and gotten so distracted by all of the new games and new people that by the time he realized he had to use the bathroom, it was already an emergency. 

Well, technically, it was Miles who realized Ethan had to use the bathroom. Ethan had just been wriggling in his seat while coloring something and not paying any real attention to how uncomfortable his middle was feeling. Miles suddenly asked him if he needed to go pee, and upon hearing that word, Ethan suddenly stopped what he was doing to nod frantically at his friend. 

Earlier in the day, he’d learned that when he needed the toilet at school, he had to raise his hand and wait until his teacher called on him. Then, he had to say “May I please go to the restroom?” Then he could go after she told him yes. So, squirming urgently, he’d raised up his hand. 

And he kept raising it for several minutes. His teacher was busy with other kids… He tried waving his hand around some to get her attention. She was always facing the other way! He whimpered quietly, and stood from his seat so he could dance around a little, hand still high in the air. 

“Say something,” Miles whispered. “Get her attention.” 

But… Ethan had also learned he wasn’t supposed to talk loudly at school. Not unless he’d been TOLD to. He didn’t want to get in trouble for being noisy. He shook his head. His eyes were starting to water. 

Miles shrugged, then gave it a try himself. “Ms!” He called out. “Ethan really has to—“ 

Before he could finish the sentence, he heard a lot of splashing and sniffling from Ethan. It was too late… 

That had all been so embarrassing! His teacher had needed to call his Mom to bring him a change of clothes. Then he’d heard her telling his Mom that being potty-trained was a ‘requirement’ for Kindergarten, and that had really upset him. He WAS potty-trained, he’d just ALSO been trying to follow the rules! The next day, everyone but Miles teased him, and he was just lucky that little kids didn’t remember things like that for very long since they’d all forgotten it by the end of the week. 

If he had an accident like that now, he wouldn’t be spared so easily. Most of the people around this table already didn’t see him as an equal. What the Hell would happen if, every time they looked at him, they’d remember the day he completely drenched himself during a meeting? An adult would never just forget about witnessing another adult pee their pants. If Haskins didn’t use Ethan soaking his seat as a reason to fire him, then Ethan would probably just have to quit. There would be no coming back after this. 

He could NOT allow that to happen. He HAD to hold it. He HAD to make it until lunch, and then… Then God HELP anyone who stood between him and the closest available toilet. His memory did give him one more idea, though. Blushing red at how juvenile it felt, he raised his hand and waved it around urgently. Maybe THAT would get just enough attention that Haskins would HAVE to acknowledge him. 

Haskins just kept talking though, and carrying on. He responded to comments from some of the teachers, and even LOOKED at Ethan once, but he never once asked. “Yes, Ethan? Did you have something to say?” 
When he finally finished talking about the field trip, Haskins at last glanced at Ethan again. “Is your arm sore, Ethan?” 

“No,” Ethan said, VERY grateful to be granted an opportunity to speak. “I just need—“ 

“Then, stop stretching,” Haskins said. “It’s distracting.” 

“I apologize,” Ethan said. “May I please—“ 

“Moving on!” Haskins declared, and then continued speaking rapid-fire, preventing Ethan from getting even one word in. “The next thing we have to discuss; It’s time we make some changes to the restroom policy here.” 

Fuck. Why?! God dammit! Why?! Was Ethan seriously supposed to just SIT here and listen to everyone talk about— 

“I’ve noticed that a LOT of students will get bathroom passes when they don’t actually intend on using the restroom,” Haskins said. “They get the pass, and then skip the remainder of the period to wander around the halls and hang out with friends. This is, of course, unacceptable. So an update to the policy is necessary.” 

‘Yes, fine,’ Ethan thought. ‘Update the policy. Change it to “Ethan gets to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW,” that sounds like a great policy!’ 

“As I understand it, most of you have it set up that if a student asks to be excused, you will automatically write them a pass and let them leave,” Haskins said. “That needs to change. Since the students won’t stop using the bathroom as an excuse to ditch class, from now on, each of you will hand out three passes to every student at the start of the semester. Once those are gone, they’re gone. If they get lost, they’re gone. And if they don’t have a pass, too bad, they aren’t going. I’m tired of having to bring kids to my office for cutting class.” 

‘That’s a horrible idea, you blowhard,’ Ethan thought. ‘You’re punishing everyone because SOME kids are ditching. Why not just make a list of the problem students and do this stupid pass thing just with THEM for a while? They’ll learn real fast.’ Apart from the few truant students, the OTHER kids actually DID have to go. And only being allowed to get relief three times per semester was going to make them miserable. 

And Haskins had just been talking about low test scores. ‘Well, guess what, moron? The kids are gonna do a lot WORSE on those tests if all they can think about during class is how bad they need to pee!’ Case in point; Ethan honestly hadn’t heard that much of the field trip discussion, or the homework discussion that had preceded it. The only reason he was able to pay any attention to THIS one was because hearing words like ‘bathroom’ and ‘toilet’ were a vicious siren song to his bladder! 

Beyond all of THAT, what if a student was out of passes and then just… Couldn’t wait? Did Haskins have any IDEA how devastating an accident would be to a child old enough to attend middle school? Especially if it happened during class where everyone they knew saw? That kind of thing, as small as Haskins may convince himself it was, could cause a LOT of lasting damage. 

It was an absolutely God-awful idea! 

At least, this time, Ethan didn’t seem to be alone in his thoughts. 

One of the teachers, Ms. Yolanda, spoke up. “That seems a little extreme,” she said. “When these kids grow up and get jobs, they’ll be able to use the restroom when they need to. School is about preparing them for the real world.” 

Ethan nodded, even though part of her statement wasn’t completely accurate. As evidenced by his current problem, when the kids grew up and got jobs, they WOULDN’T be able to use the restroom when they needed to. Or, at least, they wouldn’t if their boss was Haskins. 

“In the real world,” Haskins said. “If they ditched their job, they’d have even BIGGER consequences than needing to plan their bathroom breaks more wisely.” His eyes flitted in Ethan’s direction. It was very slight, but Ethan was able to notice it. He was certain Haskins had been looking at him when he continued by saying; “And, they shouldn’t be using the bathroom THAT much at work, either. When you’re at work, you’re supposed to be AT work.” 

Ethan fanned his legs in and out, the area between his thighs felt very clammy. He wasn’t sure if he’d sprung another leak, or if that was just from all the sweat running off of him in buckets, perspiration created by the strain of holding back so, so much… He stared daggers at Haskins as the man espoused the benefits of the policy change. No more skipping out on class, no more wandering around unsupervised. If an incident of vandalism occurred in a restroom, it would be easier to find the culprit if they knew who had gone out at what time… 

He kept going, talking about how the kids attending this school were certainly old enough to be able to hold their bladders longer than they acted like they could. He even went so far as to say that no one should ever have ‘an emergency’ once they’re passed the age of seven. Ethan got stuck on that statement for a while. He had a suspicion Haskins had crafted it specifically to make him feel more ashamed of himself. But, instead it threw him for a bit of a loop where he wondered if Haskins seriously hadn’t ever gotten desperate since he was a little kid. He doubted that was even possible, unless Haskins had the bladder of a camel. 

Haskins snapped Ethan out of his thoughts by saying his name. “Ethan!” 

Ethan froze, finally ceasing to wriggle for the first time in hours. His first thought was of complete panic, and he stared down at himself to make sure that he wasn’t currently in the process of urinating all over himself. His piss was still locked up inside. Good. 

Well. Maybe not ‘good’. But at least, ‘better than having a public accident’, anyway. 

“Y—Yes—“ Ethan said. 

“Could you stop rubbing your shoes against the carpet?” Haskins requested. “The noise is distracting.” 

‘Oh, so you can hear THAT,’ Ethan thought. ‘But when I’m trying to beg you for the toilet, suddenly I don’t exist… Right.’ He held his feet as still as he could, but the desire from within his body to keep moving was so strong it was nearly overwhelming. “I apologize, it’s just that I need to go to the restr—“ 

This time, when Ethan was interrupted, it was by the nerve-grating sound of rushing water, tinkling into a plastic cup. It was such a tease on his bladder that he sucked in a sharp breath and held it there, feeling heat right at the tip of his penis. A drop formed, soaked into his boxers, and was replaced by another. And another. He couldn’t exhale. If he let go of the air, he’d let go of all his piss. He was sure of it. The room was starting to spin. When he finally was able to breathe again, he opened his mouth. “I need a brea—“ 

“Ms. Wilson,” Haskins said. “What are your thoughts on the new policy.” 

Ms. Wilson, one of the very few teachers that actually treated Ethan nicely, looked from Haskins to Ethan, then back again. “I think Mr. Willow was trying to tell you something,” she said. 

‘Yesssss,’ Ethan thought. ‘Thank you, Ms. Wilson! Thankyouthankyouthanky—‘ 

“I’ll get to him in a minute,” Haskins said. “I was asking you.” 

‘BASTARD.’ 

“Well, as Ms. Yolanda said, it is a little extreme,” Ms. Wilson said. “I’m not so sure if we should punish all of the children because a handful of them have misbehaved.” 

“Ah, but it’s not a punishment,” Haskins said. “It’s a lesson. It will teach them to manage their time better, and go during their passing period, between classes.” 

Ethan didn’t think that would work. The students complained to him often that they didn’t have enough time to walk from one class to the next, as the schedule allotted them only a scant three minutes. If they needed something from their locker, or needed to use the toilet, it was just impossible to make it in time. He remembered when he’d gone to school, how there was always a line for the bathroom between classes and sometimes he didn’t get a turn before the bell rang. That had led to many, deeply uncomfortable afternoons if he wasn’t able to get a hall pass. If he’d been limited to only three of those a semester, there were a few incidents he remembered that would have ended in accidents instead of amazingly relieving pees. 

Ooooh, no. He didn’t want to remember that! He didn’t want to remember shoving open a classroom door at his old school. He didn’t want to remember speed-walking down the hall to the closest restroom. He didn’t want to remember getting to a urinal and unzipping his pants. He didn’t want to remember finally peeing! 

But, oh how he did! As each new memory entered his mind, another squirt of pee entered his boxers. Haskins was still talking to Ms. Wilson, and Ethan needed him to stop. “Excuse me—“ 

And then Haskins must have said something else, because suddenly EVERYONE was talking over one another again. Ethan raised his voice “Excuse me!” 

Just talking was adding to the weight atop his bladder, forcing out another spurt. 

“Excuse me!” 

Trickle…. 

“Ah—“ He gripped himself and rocked hard into his hands, stomping his feet against the floor. The flow ceased, but the front of his pants felt so clammy. “Excuse me—“ 

Everyone just kept talking! Only Ms. Wilson seemed to notice that he was desperate to be listened to! 

Haskins clapped his hands together again, startling Ethan into YET another leak, this time in full force. He could hear it hissing as he regained control of himself. His lower muscles were all exhausted. He ground against his seat in a desperate bid to hang on. 

Everyone fell quiet just as Ethan finally managed to cork himself closed again. 

The Math teacher, Mr. Thompson, was the first to speak again. “Er, this discussion is kind of… Getting to me. Is it alright if I take a bathroom break?” 

Haskins nodded. “Don’t take too long,” he said.

It was official. Ethan hated that man, and he was not ashamed to admit that to himself. Haskins had EARNED his hatred, and he’d worked VERY hard to do so. May as well give the man what he wanted. 

Mr. Thompson stood from his chair, and Ethan couldn’t help but notice how EASILY he managed that. He also could see how Mr. Thompson was having NO trouble walking, either. His body was fully upright, not at all hunched over. He didn’t need to stop at any point. His legs weren’t shaking. 

He BARELY had to go! Why was HE the one that was allowed to pee? Ethan needed it WAY worse! It wasn’t fair! 

“Now then,” Haskins said. “I see this suggestion is a little more controver—“ 

Ethan turned. “Sir, I—“ 

“Ethan,” Haskins cut in, and Ethan was again stunned by the acknowledgement. “Could you please stop trying to interrupt us? We are having a discussion here, remember?” 

“But, I—“ 

“At the moment, our topic is classroom management. YOU do not run a classroom,” Haskins said. “YOUR input is not necessary.” 

“But—“ 

“Ethan. Just be quiet,” Haskins told him. He sighed. “Where were we?” 

Ethan thought that he actually COULD offer some input here. He could tell Haskins that, being made to hold one’s bladder was incredibly uncomfortable. And that being ignored and denied when requesting to empty it caused feelings of frustration and shame. And then he could explain how public humiliation could have life-long impacts on how a person interacted with others. He could do all of that and use HIMSELF as a prime example, ‘See, if you put in a policy that could lead to students wetting themselves, that will destroy their self-esteem and confidence for years. So, when someone really needs to go, you should let them! So, please let me go now!’ 

But, he stayed quiet. Haskins wasn’t going to let him talk, and even IF Ethan managed to get his whole question out, even IF Haskins was forced to reply, Ethan knew what the answer would be. Haskins would tell him that he COULDN’T use the restroom, and that he needed to hold it. 

So, Ethan would just keep trying to do that. He’d spilled a LOT into his clothes already, and he tried to fool himself into thinking that was a good thing. Most of it was still just on his boxers and hadn’t seeped out over the crotch of his pants yet. His boxers would dry off eventually and, in the meantime, Ethan had gotten SOME of the pee out of his bladder. That meant it should be easier to hold what was left! 

Except, it didn’t feel easier. His muscles were exhausted and worn to bits. Every new drip burned as it came out. He was just so tired of fighting against the deluge, all of his clenching and contorting didn’t seem to be doing ANYTHING anymore! 

Dazed, he could no longer hear the conversation taking place all around him. When Mr. Thompson came back, Ethan had to fight not to shoot him a jealous glare. He squeezed and clutched and wriggled and bobbed, but the pain just wasn’t getting any better! 

Finally… Finally… Haskins announced that it was half past noon, which meant it was time for lunch. “Everyone, be back here by one.” 

It had been sixteen and a half hours since Ethan had last voided his bladder. God… Had he EVER held it THIS long before? No wonder it hurt so badly. 

But, it was over now. He had a half hour break now. A half hour that he could spend standing in front of a urinal, pants open, piss gushing freely. He was so full that he thought maybe he actually WOULD be going for thirty minutes straight. He just… Had to stand up, had to get up and find a toilet. Fuck, if he wasn’t absolutely certain that it would get him fired, he’d just let it all flow into the plant on the other side of the library. 

He braced himself again, battening down his sphincters as he prepared to stand. He shut his eyes tight, clutching his cock for dear life. He wasn’t going to let go of himself. He didn’t care if everyone saw where his hands were. If he let go, if he removed the one dam separating his piss from the outside world, he would be drenched within a second. 

Finally, he decided to just do it as fast as possible. He shot to his feet, pangs of need twisted and curled inside of him and the entire world seemed to turn on its side. Ethan actually worried for a second that he’d fallen over, his vision was so distorted and blurred. He WAS upright, though. Step one of his quest for relief was complete. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes against the dizziness. 

Now, he had to walk. He managed one tiny, little step. He’d barely moved his foot, just shuffled it along, but that was still enough to shake the walls of his bladder. He felt like he was being ripped open. ‘Come on, Ethan,’ he thought. ‘You can do this. You’re so close. One step at a time… L—Left foot, right foot… Left foot… Right foot… Oh my God, it hurts…’ 

“Ethan.” Haskins’s voice. 

Ethan opened his eyes again. Everyone, save for himself and Hendrik, had managed to vacate the room in the time it had taken Ethan to walk about six agonizing steps. “Y—Yes, sir?” He gritted out. He sounded like he was trying to speak while being strangled half to death. 

“We need to talk about all those interruptions,” Haskins said. “Everyone here was trying to have a serious discussion, and you kept trying to cut in. What was that about?” 

‘You want me to spell it out for you?!’ Ethan thought, furious. ‘You know damn well what’s going on!’ He shook and trembled. “I wasn’t trying to interrupt ex—exactly, I just—“ 

“Don’t try to walk away when I’m talking to you.” 

Ethan hadn’t even noticed that he was still walking. His body was running on auto-pilot now, every part of it focused on one singular goal. His progress halted, he was left standing beside Haskins, hopping from foot to foot with his hands pinned between his shuddering thighs. “I— I’m very s—sorry if I distracted an—anybody,” he said. “I w—was just trying to—“ 

“Stand up straight when you’re being addressed,” Haskins said. 

No. Fucking. Way. 

Impossible. 

He’d piss everywhere.

“Th—That’s the thing!” Ethan exclaimed. “I can’t stand up straight! I have to—“ 

“Ethan,” Haskins said in a warning tone. 

Ethan TRIED. He managed to raise himself out of his hunched position, but the way his skin stretched over his bladder was ABYSMAL. He didn’t dare lift his shirt to check, but he knew he must have been horridly swollen, his bladder physically COULDN’T fit in his body for much longer. He was exploding, completely exploding. He only maintained his posture for a second before he was doubling back over again. 

“What is the MATTER with—“

“I have to go to the restroom!” Ethan cried. “Ohhh… I need to now!” He knew he sounded pathetic. He knew he sounded unprofessional. He knew Haskins was going to respect him even LESS after this. And he didn’t care! None of that mattered anymore! Only pissing mattered! “Please, please! Please, let me go! Please!” He was babbling, barely aware of what he was saying anymore, barely aware of if Haskins had responded. “Please! I can’t— Please!” 

“ETHAN,” Haskins snapped, voice raised louder than it had been all day. 

Startled, Ethan’s bladder spilled once more, finally enough that a dark spot formed over his crotch and began to trickle down one of his pant-legs. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. 

“How old ARE you?” Haskins asked. “You are an adult— With a JOB. You know what adults with JOBS do when they need to use the toilet? They say ‘Hang on everyone, I need a bathroom break’, and they just GO. I know you saw one of your coworkers do EXACTLY that earlier, but no. You decided, instead, to do whatever you call THIS.” 

Ethan was suddenly VERY glad that his bladder was too full for him to budge his hands out from between his legs. He was suddenly VERY glad that he was too desperate to draw his knees away from each other. He didn’t even want to know what he’d do to Haskins if only he was able to move all of his body parts around freely. 

He had never, EVER felt the things he was feeling now before. It wasn’t like Ethan couldn’t GET angry— Just last night, he’d gotten EXTREMELY frustrated with his printer for refusing to print a black-and-white document because it was out of magenta. He’d grumbled curse words at it and slapped it a few times. He’d GOTTEN mad. But, this? THIS was a level beyond ‘mad’, this was a fury that caused a real, burning pain to bubble up in his chest, and he had NEVER felt that way before in his life. 

If he hadn’t been basically immobilized by a roaring need to piss, he thought that fury may lead him somewhere terrible. As it was, all he could do was grit out between angry, gnashing teeth; “I tried. For hours. To tell you that I had to go.” 

Haskins shrugged. “I never heard anything like that. The whole time, you were just sitting there, only trying to interrupt when we were in the middle of things that don’t concern you.” 

“I even raised my hand, like a school boy.” 

“Didn’t see that.” 

“You asked me why my hand was up.” 

“I don’t remember doing that,” Haskins said. “Are you sure?” 

‘You know, it’s kind of stupid to try to gaslight someone with a psych degree…’ Ethan thought, folding over even further on himself. He couldn’t even tell if he was leaking anymore. He wasn’t sure if the wetness he felt in his clutched palms was NEW urine, OLD urine, or just sweat. Probably a combination of all three. ‘I can see exactly what you are doing.’ 

“Look, Ethan. All of this today has been deeply unprofessional. The rudeness with the interruptions, not excusing yourself to the restroom, this whole… Dance you’re doing now. If it wasn’t for the regulation that I HAVE to keep you here, I’d be sending you out the door right now. Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself?” 

“I’m sorry,” Ethan recited, the words he THOUGHT would get him to a bathroom the fastest. Continuing to argue would just keep him here longer, and Haskins wasn’t going to budge, he was going to continue living in his alternate reality where Ethan was an incompetent idiot who’d held his piss for no reason and totally HADN’T been begging for a break all fucking morning. 

Ethan didn’t care if Haskins fired him. In fact, if he did, maybe he’d go get a lawyer. Ms. Wilson had been a witness to everything, and he had a feeling that she’d back him up, she and Ethan would tell everyone that Haskins had fired a guy for needing to go to the bathroom, and Ethan would probably own the entire school afterwards. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” Haskins said. “And be BACK here at one. Don’t make me wait.” 

Ethan nodded, resuming his panicked, shuffling walk out of the library. It seemed that his rage against Haskins was giving him a nice shot of adrenaline, which was making him SOMEWHAT more capable of reaching the restroom. He hobbled into the hallway, and the instant he spotted the sign for a men’s room, his bladder seemed to think ‘Okay, good enough’, because piss immediately began to pulse into his boxers. 

Horrified that he was losing it when he was so close to relief, Ethan broke into a sprint that made his sides scream in pain. He shoved open the door to the restroom, yanking his zipper down already. As the door swung closed behind him, he took his damp member into his trembling hands. A long gush of pee erupted from its tip, splattering the blue tiled floor. 

For a terrible second, he was unable to actually LOCATE the urinals. He’d never used this restroom before, always going to the one closest to his own office. The layout here was different, and Ethan was so far gone that it took him a moment to see where everything actually was, a choppy stream still occasionally ejecting onto the ground. 

He finally DID spot the row of urinals and, the next thing he knew, he was in front of one. His piss kept spurting out in half-second long bursts, his body struggling to catch up with his surroundings, struggling to register that YES, he was FINALLY at a toilet and it was okay to go! 

And then, he was letting out an absolute waterfall of a stream, blasting out of him with the force of at least ten fire-hoses. His knees wobbled and bowed inwards, and he had to use one hand to prop himself up against the wall. His spray was so intense that it seemed to echo. For the first several seconds, his bladder still throbbed as if it were fighting to hold back, even though he was already peeing harder than he ever had before. 

But then, something inside of him seemed to shatter and unwind at lightning speed, and he suddenly felt better than he’d thought humanly possible. He didn’t feel relieved, he felt something that went far, FAR beyond that. He… Honestly, he felt like he was having an orgasm. The longest, most intense orgasm anyone had ever had. The moan that fell from his lips was identical the one he’d let out the previous night, when he’d allowed his hands to rove all over himself. “Ohhhhhhhhh….” That sound echoed too, and he was glad he was alone in the room. 

How… How could it feel THIS good…? He’d been pissing for at least half a minute now, and his stream showed no signs of nearing its end. He didn’t WANT it to end, he wanted to feel this way forever. He wanted every second to be filled with this mind-numbing, euphoric pleasure. His chest was heaving with heavy sighs, his skin tingling all over, hairs standing on end, and he just could not stop peeing. 

He passed the one minute mark, the furious rush continuing to melt his brain with ecstasy. A minute and a half, and his limbs felt like they were made of gelatin. Two minutes, and at last his release started to slow down, dwindling to a trickle and slowly coming to a stop after a few more seconds. “Ohhh… Oh my Goddd…” Ethan breathed out, trembling where he stood. He was scared to move, afraid that MORE was still backed up inside his bladder. He looked down and saw a few stray drops were still plinking from the tip of his… 

His… 

Why in God’s name— 

Ethan was hard. Like, rock-solid. And he had no fucking idea why. He hadn’t been thinking about anything sexual, the last two and a half minutes he basically hadn’t been thinking of ANYTHING aside from ‘Ahhhhhh…. Yessss… It feels soooo gooood to peeeeee…’ But, now he was stiff, and had a real urge to start stroking himself for some reason. 

He supposed that, given how raw and sensitive his desperation had made him, and the fact that a lot of the pleasurable feelings associated with finally urinating HAD taken place in his cock, he’d just had some sort of… involuntary physiological response to all the rapidly changing stimuli. Yes. That was all. He hadn’t actually just gotten turned on by taking a badly needed pee. It had just made him feel a little too good for a second. Nothing more than that. 

He didn’t dare leave the restroom this way, though. And he was not going to… ‘tend’ to his problem HERE, no way in Hell. Instead, he locked himself into a stall and sat there, waiting for the issue to go away on its own. It took a LOT longer than he’d expected for his member to go soft again, but once it had, he left the stall. 

Now that he was no longer erect, he inspected his pants a little more. There was a tell-tale dark patch over his crotch, running down along the seam of his pant-leg. It was clear that he’d had a bit of an accident, and he dabbed at the damp spots with paper towels until they were at least a little less obvious. 

Then, feeling twenty pounds lighter, he headed back towards the library. 

Haskins pretty much ignored Ethan the rest of the day, not even looking at him. Ethan figured the man must have thought he’d tortured him enough for one day and was going to leave him alone now. 

The next day, Ethan’s middle felt so sore that he was forced to bring a heating pad and a bottle of pain killers with him to school. If any of the students asked him about it, he said that he’d just worn something out the previous day. He was amazed that it wasn’t hurting him to urinate, he’d been scared that the incident would have given him an infection. 

The awful restroom pass policy did end up going into affect, and Ethan was the one left to pick up the pieces after one unfortunate boy had an accident when he ran out of passes. The student was really shaken up, humiliated, and no longer wanted to attend class with everyone that had seen him lose control. “I’m t—too old to… Pee myself…” he said. “Ev—Everyone’s gonna make fun of me.” 

Ethan talked to him a lot about self-confidence, about pretending like HE wasn’t ashamed of the accident until others stopped trying to MAKE him feel that way. Since the cause of this problem was the bad school policy, Ethan WISHED he could do something about that, but his hands were tied. He admitted to the boy that he hated the policy, though, and it seemed to make him feel better to know that an adult was on his side. 

“But… You know, accidents do happen,” Ethan said. “Sometimes. Even when you’re older.” 

“They shouldn’t.” 

“Things don’t always work out the way we want,” Ethan told him. “You did everything you could to make it to the toilet in time. You tried to go during your passing period when the line was too long, you kept asking permission to leave the room without a pass… Those were things outside your control.” What he really WANTED to do was tell the kid that he should just get up and LEAVE the classroom when he was having a real emergency. Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to encourage the kids to break the rules, even the ones he thought were idiotic. “Y—You know something? I’m an adult, and last month, I sort of had an accident, too.” 

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Like you, I wasn’t allowed to leave a room and I just really needed to go. Bodies have limits. It’s embarrassing, but it happens sometimes. I’m sure the people who are REALLY your friends won’t make fun of you— That’s one way you can look at this, you’re going to see who your TRUE friends are.” He always tried to find a bright spot in all of the students’ situations, but he couldn’t lie to them, either. He knew this boy was going to be teased now, kids being what they were. This was still going to give him an opportunity to see who he could really count on, and that was something some people didn’t learn until they were much older. 

“I— I hope my friends are all nice about it,” the boy said. 

“I hope so too,” Ethan said. “If anyone gives you too much trouble, come back to see me. I don’t tolerate bullying.” 

“O—Okay,” the boy said. 

The next time Ethan saw him, he was doing better. He told Ethan that his best friends had both told him that it was okay, and hadn’t teased him over wetting his pants. Ethan was happy for him, and praised him for finding such good friends. 

*** 

“Wow, you told that kid that you peed your pants some just so he’d feel better?” James asked. “That’s so nice!” 

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “He was really hung up on being ‘too old’ to have an accident, and that was the only thing I could think of to tell him.” 

James cuddled him closer. “Eheh, and I guess NOW you know why your thing got hard, right?” 

“Yeah,” Ethan blushed. “I get it now.” 

James smiled. “Sorry that your boss was such a jerk. I like to make you get all cute and squirmy, but I wouldn’t make you keep waiting if it was making you cry!” 

“Yeah, he was a real piece of work,” Ethan said. “I’m glad he’s not in charge of that school anymore…” He wriggled against James, whose arms were pinning him place. 

“Oh, am I squeezing too hard?” 

“K—Kind of… Uh, telling that story made me seriously have to go,” Ethan admitted. “Could you let me up?”

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Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "While ice skating."

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“Ethan, Ethan!” James exclaimed, running into the kitchen and waving a sheet of paper around. “Look! We should enter this, it will be so much fun!”

Ethan turned around to face his partner. He’d sent James out to get the mail and, as had happened before, a piece of junk advertising had caught his attention more than anything that was actually important. He shook his head fondly and asked James what had gotten him so excited.

“‘Pairs Figure Skating Competition’,” James read off the flier. “And, it’s happening tonight! Pleaaaase can we do it? It will be fun, I promise! We can wear costumes, and we might even win once they see how cute you are, and—“

“James,” Ethan interrupted. “I— I’m sorry, but there’s kind of a problem with that idea.”

“Awwww, what?”

“I have literally zero idea how to ice skate,” Ethan stated. “I’ve never done it before in my life. There’s no way I’ll be able to get good at it by tonight.”

“Ohhhh,” James said, remembering now that he’d never actually SEEN Ethan skate, not that they’d ever gone to an ice rink, anyway. “Well, that’s okay. I bet they do this contest every year, so I can just start TEACHING you today.”

“James, I’m… REALLY not very athletic,” Ethan said. “I don’t think I’m gonna be any good at this.”

“That’s okay,” James said. “You don’t have to be great at it, I just want to try it with you.” He smiled so sincerely, and suddenly Ethan couldn’t protest the idea anymore.

***

James stepped out onto the ice as he held both of Ethan’s hands. “Alright, we are going to do this real slow. First, you should practice falling!”

“What? Why would I TRY to—Ah—!” Ethan immediately lost his footing and slipped to the hard ice as soon as his skates had touched the slippery surface.

 

James knelt down and helped him back up. “You need to practice, ‘cause then you’ll know how to land without getting hurt real bad,” he explained.

Ethan fell into him, holding himself up by wrapping his arms around James. “O—Okay, I’m okay…”

“Good,” James said. “But, anyways, if you feel like you’re gonna fall, then you should bend your knees and let yourself fall forward onto your hands and knees.”

James had Ethan do this a few times— Which was an easy feat since Ethan seemed unable to do anything BUT fall. One of the times he landed, Ethan felt a pang in his abdomen as his body lurched to the ice, and wondered if it might have been a good idea to use the restroom before doing this.

It wasn’t like he needed to go that badly, he’d only JUST noticed that he had to pee at all! There was no reason to stop the lesson now, when he knew he’d probably just let out a little trickle.

“Okay,” James said, taking Ethan’s hand once more and guiding it to the rail encircling the rink. “Now, just try to move real slow while you hold onto the side like this. I’ll stay right next to you— Have you ever tried roller blades before? It’s kind of the same motions…”

“I— I had some of the ones they make for kids, I think… When I was really little,” Ethan said. “Those felt a lot more stable, basically just shoes you have to push along. I never had the kind where the wheels are all in a straight line down the middle.”

“Alright, so you had roller SKATES, then. Those are different, and—“

“They ARE?” Ethan asked. “I never knew how anyone balanced on the other kind… And I don’t know how to balance with THESE on, either. I have no idea where to shift my weight, or— Whatever… If I let go of the rail right now, I’m gonna fall again.” Speaking of shifting his balance, his bladder was buzzing away and telling him to start doing exactly that. He didn’t DARE try to sway between his feet or jiggle his heels right now, though. His feet felt FINE and like they weren’t going to come out from underneath him, just so long as he didn’t move them at all!

“Well…” James frowned, this was going to be trickier than he’d thought. Ethan didn’t have any comparable experiences to build off of. “So, you need to keep your knees relaxed, and turn your feet outwards a little, like this,” James nudged Ethan’s legs until he was standing correctly. Ethan’s fingers curled themselves even tighter around the rail. He felt so unsteady, like a newborn foal. And, it wasn’t that easy to ‘keep his knees relaxed’ when he was so worried about falling over, and starting to SERIOUSLY think it would have been a good idea to use the bathroom before starting with this!

It was like all the anxiety he had about learning to skate was somehow converting itself into a liquid, and all of that liquid was being pumped into his bladder faster than he was able to react to it. At most, it had been ten minutes since the first twinges in his abdomen had become apparent, and it already felt so much worse. Instead of a buzzing tingle, it was a sharp, pulsating throb of tension.

Once James had finished with this part of the lesson, Ethan would tell him he needed a pee break. Getting desperate out on the ice rink wouldn’t just be embarrassing, it would be downright dangerous. He was still able to resist the urging from within to fidget, but each pang became harder to ignore and his muscles ached with the desire to squirm away from the pressure. If he STOPPED being able to maintain his composure, he could easily injure himself with an involuntary leg cross or foot bounce.

As soon as James was done here, Ethan would ask to go. He would not allow himself to get to the bursting point here. God, what if he broke his leg because he’d been unable to stop himself from pee dancing on the ice? He could already picture it! He’d fall over, hear an awful snap, and be unable to get back up again. If the pain and fright of that moment didn’t make him wet his pants, he’d have to keep laying there until the EMTs arrived. And, once they started helping him, he’d be SO desperate that he’d HAVE to say something, beg for one of those urine bottle thingies hospitals had, and USE it right where he was. They’d SEE how full he’d been when he filled the bottle, and be able to work out WHY he’d hurt his leg so badly, and he’d be humiliated. And, then he’d have to pay an enormous bill for the medical treatment, all because he hadn’t emptied his bladder when he should have!

Well. That was the worst case scenario, anyway. It was one he wanted to AVOID, that was for sure.

James, of course, had no idea about the catastrophe his boyfriend was imagining. “Now, you’re gonna want to put all your weight onto the foot you’re pushing off with, then as you go forward, you’re gonna move your weight onto the other foot. Then you bring them together, and do it again, shifting your weight back and forth between your feet. Kinda like when you’re all squirmy from needing to pee!”

Ethan’s thighs went tense at the mention of peeing, and his face went red at the volume of James’s voice. There weren’t many people here, certainly no one in ear-shot, but still! “James… Is that REALLY the best way that you could think of to explain it?”

“Well, yeah,” James said. “You’ve never done any kind of real skating before, so I had to relate it to something you HAVE done lots of times!”

“O—Okay….” Ethan said. Maybe this was a good thing? If he was supposed to shift around like that, maybe it would help him hold it?

It didn’t help him hold it. He had to spread his legs WAY far apart from one another, much too far for his bladder’s liking. All the strength it took to propel himself forwards took a lot of crucial energy away from his holding muscles, and his urine felt like it was being held in just as precariously as his feet were balancing.

He kept squeezing the rail, wishing that he could squeeze his crotch instead. James was right beside him as promised, which made him feel safer, but he was dying to just tell him he had to go. His bladder was brimming, just a big heavy knot of need, and he couldn’t do ANYTHING to help it calm down unless he wanted to risk hurting himself.

He made it to the end of the rink, and realized he didn’t actually know how to turn. Or stop. He could remember how he always stopped on the roller skates when he was a kid— Just leaning forward onto the little bumper on the toe. These skates didn’t have a bumper, he didn’t think… he tried this anyway, and a second later he was sprawled out on the ice, his hands stinging and his knees aching from the impact.

But, that was nothing compared to what it had done to his bladder. The full organ felt like it had been tossed in circles, around and around the too small confines of his body, colliding against the walls with painful slamming lurches. A bright, white hot bolt of need shot through him and he became momentarily overwhelmed with the desire to just let it all out to make all the awful pressure stop. He barely had a second to process the true extent of his agony before he was suddenly peeing, a forceful jet hissing into his pants that took three seconds of frantically squeezing his dick to clamp off.

Ah, this was bad. This was really, really bad… He needed a urinal in front of him NOW.

James was beside him, “Ohhh, Ethan! I’m so sorry! I should have said how to stop! I forgot, I’m really sorry! I’m—“

“I—It’s okay…” Ethan managed to grunt out. He didn’t feel any actual pain from his fall anymore. All he felt were the horrific affects it had had upon his bladder. His opening kept trembling, his holding muscles fluttering and failing to stop another drop from warming his boxers. He kept thinking that, once the impact of the fall had finished radiating through his body, he’d be able to MANAGE himself again, but the blow had apparently been way too much all at once. His bladder REFUSED to settle down and he felt threateningly close to exploding right where he was.
If he totally drenched himself now, would it melt the ice below him…? He didn’t THINK it would work that way, but the material of his pants felt so warm now that it wouldn’t surprise him. He needed to get OFF the ice as fast as he could, he wasn’t going to be able to hold his pee much longer, he was just BARELY holding it now. He could feel more heat collecting at his tip, rushing down his length. He felt his stream pressing right up against his floodgates. He just HAD to get to a bathroom before it managed to squeeze itself out the rest of the way.

“Ethan…” James said, bending down now. “Are you really hurt? Do you need help standing up… It’s okay, I’ll— I’ll get you an ice pack, and you can sit down. Or— Or we could go home, and—“

“H—Help me up…” Ethan said, voice wobbling. “I— I need to—“

“You need to sit down somewhere,” James finished.

Ethan didn’t need to sit down, unless it was on a toilet seat… “I—“

“Okay, here…” James took Ethan’s hands in his own, slowly helped him to his feet.

Not slowly enough. Ethan’s bladder surged, cramping hard and pee ejected itself into his clothes so quickly that he could hear it hissing. Instinctively, his brain not even processing it, not even acknowledging it, not even reminding him that it was a bad idea, Ethan’s legs crossed together. The sharp blade of one of the skates cut into his ankle, and his balance went totally haywire, causing him to crash hard into James whom was barely able to catch him and keep him upright. THAT impact was enough to draw out another spurt, and then the pain of the slice in his ankle hit him and he was whimpering.

“E—Ethan!” James said, panicked as he rubbed Ethan’s back. “Are you alright? Do I need to— Where does it hurt? Tell me?”

“M—My bladder…” Ethan mumbled miserably into James’s shoulder, clinging to him.

“Huh?” James asked. “I… I didn’t—“

“My bladder hurts,” Ethan repeated. “James, I need to pee so bad…”

“O—Oh!” James said. “You didn’t twist your ankle, or—“

“I d—don’t think so,” Ethan said. “I just— Please, I really have to use the restroom…”

James continued stroking his back. “Okay, okay… Let’s get you to the toilet, then. Just have to…” He turned, seeing how far they now were from the rink’s exit.

Ethan was… Not good at skating. It was his first try, and it was understandable that he was struggling so much. But, Ethan being both a total beginner at this sport AND on the verge of wetting his pants meant that it would be no easy task getting him off the ice now. “H—Hold onto me,” he said. “Keep holding onto me, I’ll try and get you out of here as fast as I can, I promise.”

Ethan’s grip on James tightened, “H—Hurry…” he begged.

James started to move across the ice, pushing Ethan along. Ethan was trembling in his arms, his entire body shaking. James could tell how much of a strain it was for him not to writhe. One of the hands Ethan had on his shoulder kept twitching, seemingly torn between clinging more firmly to James and reaching down to squeeze on his dick.

Ethan finally had to hold himself when he felt more heat leaking out his tip. He felt less steady now, but his hand was the only thing plugging his bladder shut, the only thing making it so he could hang on until they were off the ice.

They made it to the exit and Ethan had to hold Ethan tightly to keep him from getting too eager and running off. He still had the skates on, after all. “Easy… Easy now…” James said. “Step off…” Ethan did, now struggling to stay balanced on regular ground. His knees shuddered, and he gripped James’s arm with one hand while the other clamped onto his cock.

“Just get the skates off now…” James encouraged.

Ethan started to kneel to do exactly that, but immediately his bladder was being squished and crushed with a fervor that brought tears to his eyes. “James—“

James knew the problem immediately. “Okay, okay… Few more steps.” He helped Ethan maneuver a couple feet over to a chair, which he collapsed into. Finally more free to squirm, Ethan was doubling over and squeezing his crotch with both hands. His knees jiggled up and down and he fought not to let his legs cross again while the sharp blades were still attached to his feet.

James started to unlace Ethan’s skates at lightning speed, but even with as quickly as he was moving, Ethan was huffing out pleas of “Hurry, hurry… Please hurry up…” The begging was absolutely adorable, the panicked rushes of need that James loved being able to draw from his boyfriend’s lips when they were at home. But, out here in public, where Ethan would humiliate himself if his bladder became too much to handle, those fuzzy feelings weren’t filling James’s chest. He just wanted to get Ethan all taken care of, wanted to make sure he made it to a toilet before he completely lost control.

One skate removed, James moved onto the other one. Ethan was babbling out some barely coherent notion that he could “probably” hop on one foot over to the restroom now. James told him he’d fallen over ENOUGH for one day and that he’d be free to go in just a second. He pried the skate off of Ethan’s foot and Ethan shot straight up, both hands still clasped in front of himself as he bounced up and down.

“Your normal shoes are back over—“

Ethan was already rushing off in a stiff-legged, panicked hobble. But, he wasn’t heading towards the lockers where they’d left their shoes. Instead, he was going straight for the sign directing him to the restrooms. He was aware that he was about to run into a public bathroom in just his socks, and he knew that would probably be one of the least sanitary things he’d ever done, but he did NOT have the time to get his shoes. It was a choice between risking stepping his socks into someone else’s piss, or risking wetting his own pants while in public. He knew which choice he liked better.

He heard soft foot steps behind him and saw James was following him… Also in his socks… Though, he knew James wasn’t in any hurry to relieve himself at the moment.

James DIDN’T have to pee, but the second he’d realized Ethan was so desperate to go that he was gonna do it without putting any shoes on, he’d known that he absolutely HAD to accompany him and see for himself what had been causing his partner so much discomfort.

Ethan shoved open the men’s room door and stepped inside. Immediately, he felt the stickiness of the floor and was filled with a sense of revulsion. “Ahhhnn…” he muttered, scrunching his eyes shut as he moved further into the restroom. “Gross, gross, gross, gross…” he whispered to himself, trying to ignore the texture of the ground below him. He just… He had to go. At least his feet weren’t BARE. He could get rid of the socks. He could freaking BURN them as soon as they got home, they didn’t matter. Peeing was all that mattered, fuck he had to pee…

He got to a urinal, the floor now feeling even more disgusting. He could sense his socks sticking to the tiles and, while urinals always smelled a bit like piss, the scent seemed stronger to him now. He saw James take the urinal next to his, and tried again to forget how utterly grossed out he was as he unzipped his pants and took aim.

Surprisingly, it actually took him a second to get over his nausea enough to start urinating. But, when he did, it came in a hard, pouring wave that got him moaning. The change in pressure beneath his navel was immediate, going from taut and agonizing to light and orgasmic as he finally let go.

James released his own bladder, but paid little mind to his aim as he instead chose to watch Ethan’s tip erupt with a furiously hissing stream. Ethan’s release was so powerful that James swore it must have been echoing. “Awww,” he said. “You really DID have to go!”

Ethan blushed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He loved when James made little comments like that after he’d just barely made it and, sometimes he even did that when they were in a public bathroom. It was a little embarrassing when it happened outside of their house, and Ethan was sure James only did it to see him turn red. “Eheh, yeah…” He decided to give James a little tease, too. “I feel sooo much better now, ahhhh….” He moaned and gave an exaggerated shiver of pleasure.

Now it was James’s turn to blush. His own pee was already over, but he didn’t seem to have noticed. He kept standing there at the urinal, his pants still unzipped, as he watched Ethan continue to let it flow. “You did good at skating for your first time,” James said.

Ethan’s blush deepened, and he pushed to try to speed up his stream, wondering when he was ever gonna finish. “Uh… I did?”

“Yeah,” James said. “It was only your first time, and you did it while you had to pee SOOO bad! That’s super impressive!”

Ethan felt the last of his urine seep out, and started to zip himself up. He buttoned his pants and turned away from the urinal. “Um… Yeah, I…. I needed that…” he said.

“You said you’re not athletic,” James told him as they washed their hands. “But, you MUST be if you were able to skate at ALL when you had all that stuck inside your bladder.” He hugged Ethan, and started to rub his back again. “You’re a strong guy… You’re a good, strong boy…”

“James… You know what’s gonna happen if you keep—“

“I don’t know,” James said. “What’s gonna happen if I keep telling you you’re a good boy? Something exciting?”

“A—At least wait until we’re back in the car,” Ethan rushed out. “Okay? Just— Let’s go get our shoes and go to the car, and… You can say whatever you want to me once we’re there.”

James kissed him. “Sounds fun…”

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Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "While putting up lights."

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James was going to have such an awesome surprise for Ethan once he came home! Just last night, Ethan had been talking about how much he loved Christmas decorations, how much he enjoyed big light displays, how he’d never been able to make one of his own because every time he tried, he got so scared up on the roof that he just gave up…

But, James didn’t get scared of heights at all, so he was going to put up ALL sorts of fun lights, and when Ethan came home from the store and saw them, he’d be so happy, and James could see him smile, and his chest would feel so warm and fuzzy…

Things had gone wrong, though. He’d gotten all the lights where they were supposed to go so far, and they all worked. The display was coming out exactly as he had been picturing it. But, he had still made a couple very crucial mistakes.

First, he’d decided that it would be a good idea to drink a big mug of eggnog to get into the holiday spirit. Then, he’d been SO excited to start working on the lights for Ethan, that he’d skipped using the bathroom before coming out here. THEN he’d managed to drop his house keys somewhere out here, had NO idea where they were, and couldn’t get back inside without them.

Thanks to his PREVIOUS two mistakes, James SERIOUSLY needed to get back inside! It had been a couple hours since his last toilet break, already pushing the limit of what his little bladder could manage. He’d searched all over the ground and the roof for his keys, but they couldn’t be found anywhere! It had been steadily snowing ever since he’d left the house, and he could only assume that they must have gotten BURIED somewhere. With no clue of where to start digging, James was just stuck out here, his bladder brimming, unable to relieve himself until Ethan got home and opened the door.

James bounced in place from his spot on top of the roof. It had gotten harder to set up the lights, untangling all the strings took focus, and he couldn’t concentrate when all he wanted to do was pee. He kept thinking about climbing back down the ladder and writing his name in the snow. He had to go so badly that he thought he might have enough urine in him to write his FULL name before he ran out.

He knew that was the best thing for him to do now. It was okay to pee outside if it was an emergency. He was locked out of his house, he was desperate, he didn’t have much choice! The only real problem was that he didn’t have anything to hide behind as he went. All the leaves were gone from the bushes, and the fence was wire and easy to see through. If he peed and someone saw, could he get in trouble for it? Even though he was doing it on his own property? He’d still be exposing himself…

He decided to TRY to hold it, just in case someone WOULD get mad at him for peeing in his yard. If it got bad enough, he’d go down there and hope for the best. But, he could still wait a while longer, he could maybe make it until Ethan got home…

When Ethan got home… James tried to focus only on that. When Ethan got home and saw all the lights, the big inflatable reindeer he’d set up on the roof, all the snowflakes hanging off the edges… Ethan would LOVE it all so much, and THAT was way more important than James’s bladder maybe being a little full.

Ohhh, but it was a LOT full, stuffed to the brim with egg nog, bemoaning James for skipping his last bathroom break. It seemed as though his body wanted to PUNISH him for his negligence, for putting his excitement over its needs. His abdomen was pinching mercilessly, awful throbs ricocheting through his body as he sat there and tried to untangle another string of lights. He’d thought that having a task to focus on would HELP with his situation, he’d thought it would distract him from wanting to go, but it was so much more of a hindrance.

With his hands busy, he couldn’t hold himself like he wanted to. He kept reaching down for quick, firm squeezes that never lasted longer than a second, and they weren’t enough to satiate his need. They weren’t enough to quell the raging fires in his midsection that demanded he grab his crotch and never let go again.

It was also hard to FOCUS on getting the string apart when the only thoughts in his head were all related to urinating. ‘Ohhh, I need to go pee! I wanna go inside and pee! I wanna tinkle now!’ He kept accidentally re-tangling parts of the cord he’d already un-knotted, and eventually his chest was getting warm in a way that WASN’T pleasant and he shoved the cords to the side, breathing heavily.

He tried to calm back down. He tried to remember the last time he’d gotten so frustrated… Anger was hard to come by for James, even times when he knew he SHOULD have felt angry, he was always quick to forgive instead. The war being waged inside his body as he was forced to continually ignore the call of nature didn’t allow him much space for forgiveness.

He forgot about the lights for a second, just doubled over on himself and held his crotch as tightly as he could. His legs twisted together, coiling around one another. Whyyyyy did he have to lose his keys?! If he could just find them again, none of this would be happening! He would have peed ages ago, and he’d be feeling perfectly fine!

He couldn’t take it any longer! His bladder was simply too full to bear, and he had to do SOMETHING about it. He still didn’t think it would be a good idea to relieve his burden outside where someone could see, but perhaps he could find another place to do it.

He had to get down from the roof FIRST, though. Grimacing, he braced himself for what was sure to be a VERY uncomfortable climb back down the ladder. He slowly inched his way to the edge of the roof, hands still wrapped around his length. He squeezed himself extra tight for a moment, not wanting to let go, but knowing he was going to have to. He lowered himself onto one of the rungs, and forced his hands away from his dick so that he could grip the ladder instead. Immediately, his bladder was pounding, liquid sloshing at his now unprotected gate.

He whimpered as he slowly made his way down. His heart slammed around in his chest, adrenaline begging him to move faster, but he felt like he was balancing an overflowing jug of water on his head as he climbed. Moving too quickly, moving just slightly in the wrong direction, would make him spill it all over himself.

Once on the ground, his hands instantly flew back down between his legs and he doubled over, stomping his feet into the snow. Ohhh, he just wanted to do it right where he was! He looked around, and didn’t see anybody out here that could spot him. He couldn’t get in trouble if no one was around to watch!

One hand moved flinchingly out from the crease of his thighs, taking hold of his zipper. He peeled it down as quickly as he could, bladder cramping with harsh anticipation, a little squirt already flowing into his boxers faster than he could free his dick from them.

He reached for it, but before his hand made it inside his boxers, a voice forced him to stop. His bladder took an extra second to catch up to him, releasing a few more threatening dribbles to warm up the material encasing his crotch. He turned around, trying to smile at the person whom had stolen his relief away at the last second. “H—Hello, Linda…” he said.

Linda was the lady who lived next door to James and Ethan with her family. James liked Linda, and he liked her two children Wayne and Grant, but he and Ethan DIDN’T get along very well with her husband Gary, whom was one of the members of the homeowner’s association. Gary was always getting after them for their grass getting too tall, or their lawn ornaments ruining the ‘uniformity’ of the neighborhood. One time, they had overheard Gary talking to one of his friends about how ‘people who are like that’ didn’t belong in the neighborhood.

James had been convinced Gary had only meant ‘people who like silly lawn art’, but Ethan hadn’t agreed with him. “There's a reason he doesn’t like us, and he STILL wouldn’t like us even if we got rid of ALL of the decorations.” James knew what Ethan was implying, but he wanted to give Gary the benefit of the doubt— Mostly because Linda was so nice to them, so he couldn’t believe her husband would REALLY be so awful.

James was thankful that it had been JUST Linda who had nearly caught him pissing in his front yard. Gary would have probably GUESSED what he’d been up to and read him the riot act. Still, he wished that NOBODY had stumbled upon him just now, his bladder had been so certain that it was about to be drained, having to clamp back up right away like that had hurt terribly. His abdominal muscles were still twitching, trying to endure the strain.

Linda looked up at the roof. “Wow, you’re doing a lot of decorating,” she said.

James’s smile became more genuine. “Uh-huh, Ethan loves Christmas lights, so I’m gonna surprise him!” The bubbles of excitement built in his chest for a few seconds, but then they seemed to just plummet heavily down onto his bladder. He crossed his legs and hoped it looked like he was just fighting off a chill.

“Do you want some help?” Linda asked.

It was a nice offer, but James needed privacy now more than anything. “N—Not today,” he said. “I— I’ve almost f—finished it.” Tremors wracked through his body, making it difficult to speak.

“Oh, you’re freezing,” Linda commented, no doubt mistaking his desperate stammering for his teeth chattering in the frigid air. “How long have you been out here?”

‘Too long,’ James thought. His bladder throbbed its agreement, and he quickly crossed his legs around in the other direction. “Um, a while,” he said.

“And you’ve only got a sweater on,” Linda added. “Do you have anything warm to drink inside?”

James shook his head. He and Ethan DID have warm drinks, but James couldn’t GET inside to grab any— Not that his body wanted more fluid now, anyway.

“That’s alright,” Linda said. “Just come next door, I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

James nodded. Of course, she’d let him use the restroom while he was there, it only made sense. Even if she didn’t offer it to him, he only had to ask. His desperation would be resolved in just a few minutes. “O—Okay,” he said. “Thank you!”

It wasn’t that easy. As soon as James had entered Linda’s house, both her kids had run up to him, waving excited hellos. This was fine, but it did make it a little harder to walk since they were always underfoot.

“Boys,” Linda said. “Let Mr. Willow through.”

James didn’t correct her, didn’t tell her that he and Ethan weren’t actually married yet. ‘We really should get around to that, anyway…’ he thought. He wanted to ask for the toilet immediately, but was fearful of seeming rude— And he didn’t particularly WANT Linda and her kids to know that he was having an emergency. They’d be able to tell if he said he had to go right away. He could wait a few more minutes, until it felt more natural to ask.

When Linda had gotten him to the kitchen, something happened that told him he might be waiting a while. Gary was already at the table, sipping from a mug. And, he didn’t look happy to see James… “Linda, please don’t invite people in without asking me first.”

“He’s only going to have a quick drink,” Linda said. “And, you didn’t say one word when Ashley was here earlier.”

“That’s different,” Gary said, like it should have been obvious.

James stood awkwardly in the entrance. He felt funny now, there was pressure coming from places that WEREN’T his bladder. James knew Ashley, and she had funny lawn ornaments, too. Sometimes, her grass got tall… The very things Gary was always complaining to Ethan and James about. But, having her around was still ‘different’ for some reason, he was apparently still willing to welcome her…

Linda didn’t say anything in response to Gary’s remark, and the kitchen became suddenly very quiet. So quiet James thought he could hear the liquid swishing around in his bladder. Gary was looking at him, and he badly wanted to hold himself again. It was so hard to resist the urge, the tension in his core like a siren, trying to coax his hand over to his groin for a squeeze. He had a feeling that if he clutched at himself in front of Gary, something bad would happen. He just wasn’t sure what.

“I— I was putting up Christmas lights,” he said, his knees turning in towards one another. “Linda thought I looked cold. That’s all…” He didn’t understand why he felt so much urgency to justify his presence in a place where he’d been invited. His knees rubbed together.

Gary made a vague grunting sound and turned back to Linda. “What are you giving him?” He asked.

“Just some hot chocolate,” Linda said. “Don’t worry.” As she set to work preparing it, Gary looked at James again.

“Can you stop all that bouncing?” Gary asked. “I don’t want your shoes scuffing up my floor.”

James hadn’t noticed he’d begun to jiggle around, and now that he HAD he found that he didn’t know HOW to stop. He’d managed to still himself for a second, but then his bladder would be squeezing itself so brutally that he’d start moving again. Finally, he managed to quell it by crossing his legs and tensing his thighs. “S—Sorry…” he said.

“Right,” Gary said. He kept staring. “Aaand your fly’s undone,” he said. “Boyfriend never teach you how to dress yourself?”

James felt all his blood rush to his face as he scrambled for his zipper and yanked it back up. His bladder gave a very confused throb, his midsection aching with surges. His body was angry at him for not peeing in all the time he’d had his pants open, and the sound of the zipper moving was just oh so enticing to his sore holding muscles. “S—Sorry,” he said again. He didn’t understand why Gary had sounded MAD at him for accidentally forgetting his zip, and the comment he’d made about it had been really odd, too…

“You know, if you’re gonna invite yourself inside someone’s house, the least you could do is look decent,” Gary said.

“Gary,” Linda said sharply. “I invited him. He’s our neighbor. Please, James, sit down.”

James quickly did so, his waistband compressing into the taut, firm skin of his abdomen. It hurt, like he was being sliced into. It was bad enough that his expression twisted and a few more little drips came out. At least now, with the cover of the table, his hands were free to grip hold of his member and squeeze. This brought him some relief, but within seconds the urgency had built up to its full strength again. He had to ask for the toilet, at this rate, it was going to all come out and soak his chair and the floor. Gary would actually have a REASON to be angry if he did that!

“Linda, I—“

Linda set a large mug filled with steaming liquid in front of him. “Here you go, let’s get you warmed up.”

James stared at the enormous container of liquid he was now expected to pump into his body. The mug looked like it must have been twice the size of his entire bladder, and he was already SO full… He couldn’t fit all this in there! There wasn’t any room for it! Could he request the toilet now? RIGHT after he’d been served something? Probably not, right?

He could… He could finish it, then go. It wasn’t like the chocolate would go directly from his mouth to his bladder the instant he’d swallowed it. He’d have time while it processed, he’d have time before all this made it through him and caused him to overflow. He reached for the mug with one trembling hand, unwilling to completely let go of his crotch. His hand was the only thing keeping everything at bay.

James took a sip, swallowed it, and his bladder recoiled with a shudder as his clutching hand suddenly went warm. Just the KNOWLEDGE that he was putting more fluid into himself seemed to be enough to send his body into a frenzy. He shivered.

“As soon as you’re done with that, I need you to leave,” Gary said. “I have things I was going to work on today.”

“O—Okay,” James said.

“I’d suggest you finish it quickly,” Gary added.

“Gary, please…” Linda whispered.

But, James agreed with him on this. The sooner he got his mug drained, the sooner he could get his BLADDER drained. He raised it to his lips again, and tipped his head back so he could take long gulps. It sort of burned his throat going down, and he didn’t taste it at ALL, but he didn’t care. He was finally going to get to pee!

He set the mug down with a clink, which also set Gary off. “Easy, don’t scratch my table. There’s no way you could afford to replace it.”

James’s newly freed hand snapped back down to his crotch and he bucked his hips against it. ‘Just a few more seconds,’ he told himself. ‘Please, hold on…’ He gently let go of himself, then pushed back his chair and stood. He crumpled forwards when his bladder lurched. One foot lifted from the floor, his leg twisting. “Ummm… Could I please—“

“Don’t move your chair like that!” Gary interrupted in a huff. “I’m sure you can’t afford to replace all the floors in this house, either!”

“Gary!” Linda snapped. “He’s barely touched anything! I don’t understand why you were SO nice to Ashley this morning, and now—“

“Ashley didn’t try to scratch up our floor,” Gary said.

James was startled by all the raised voices, a surge of pee pulsing into his boxers, enough now that they felt sodden between his thighs. “I— M—May I please—“

“I have to get to work,” Gary interrupted, and his tone told James there was no more room for discussion.

Linda led him to the front door. He actually ALLOWED himself to squirm the whole way there, hitching his hips, tightening his thighs, shaking… He wanted Linda to NOTICE, to say “Oh, James, do you need to go to the bathroom?” To— To tell him he could use it now, but she didn’t. She just apologized to him; “I’m sorry if Gary made you uncomfortable. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, he must not have slept well last night or something. I promise to have a talk with him tonight.”

James didn’t care if Gary wanted to be a jerk. Gary could say every awful thing imaginable to him if he could just please, please go pee. He didn’t care about anything else, he just had to get all of this pee out of his body NOW… “Linda, I’m sorry, I—“

“It’s not your fault,” Linda interrupted. “I’m not sure WHAT causes these moods of his, but it’s nothing to do with you. I hope you have a good rest of your day, the lights you’ve been putting up really are nice.”

James nodded, understanding now that his hope for relief was gone. He left the house, immediately being hit in the face by a frigid gust of wind. It made him shiver, and that made his bladder contract, and that made him pee a little into his pants again. He just… He had to get back to his yard. Had to try to go THERE again. Nobody would interrupt him this time, right? It would— It would be okay. It HAD to be okay, he was gonna have an accident if it wasn’t— He was HAVING an accident now!

He hobbled to his yard as fast as he could, faced away from the street and tore his zipper back down— Why did Gary have to make him zip it up again? Undoing it a second time was costing him valuable seconds! His bladder kept screaming as he reached into his boxers, hand wrapping around his member and beginning to pull it ou—

“Oh, wow!” He heard another voice and wanted to start crying, he couldn’t take any more interruptions, he couldn’t… But, then he realized it was Ethan’s voice and he felt better immediately. Squeezing his hand around his urethral opening, he sprinted over to his partner as he exited the car.

“Ethan!” James gasped out. “Ethan! Ethan!” He was trying to say “Please unlock the door now, I’m peeing myself!” But was struggling to form any words that were more complex than his boyfriend’s name. “I— I—“

“You did all this!” Ethan finished for him, happily. He gestured to the roof, at all the lights dangling off it, at all the sparkling decorations. He pulled James into a hug, unknowingly strangling his full bladder. “I love it! I love you! This is amazing! Come on, help me with the groceries, and—“

“I dropped my keys, and now they’re buried under the snow, and I don’t know where, and I can’t get inside, and I need to tinkle right now!” James interrupted.

Ethan released him, James stumbled back, doubled over, held himself as tight as he could with both hands as he stomped his feet frantically. This still wasn’t enough to keep surges of damp heat from filling his palms.

“O—Oh!” Ethan said, hurriedly grabbing his own keys and helping James limp to the front door. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you… Poor thing! It’s alright, just a few more seconds!” He shoved the door open, but kept his arm around James’s shoulder, stabilizing him and assisting him the entire way to the restroom, all the while repeating to him that everything was going to be alright now.

James kept peeing the whole time they were walking. Every step drew out a new trickle, and he could feel the liquid rolling down his legs. He was scared it was ending up on the floor too. Fluid started to seep from the corners of his eyes as well, he needed to go so badly that it was hurting him. It was really, really hurting him. Just as he started to think that he should just pee his pants to make all the pain stop, he felt his clothing being moved around, his hands being gently nudged away from his crotch, and another warm hand taking hold of his dripping member.

“Shhh, shhh…” Ethan soothed. “Let it all go now, James… It’s alright…”

James’s eyes cracked open, and he saw Ethan was aiming his penis for the toilet bowl, little drops continually beading up at the tip and plinking into the water. As soon as the sight of it registered to James, he let himself relax fully and waves were pouring out of him, making him shudder in a much more pleasurable way. “Ahhhhh….” He moaned. “Mmmm, thank yooooouuuu….”

“Eheh,” Ethan smiled, carefully directing James’s stream for him. “No problem…” He reached his other hand curiously, hesitantly tapping his fingers very lightly over James’s lower abdomen, over his rapidly emptying bladder.

James was barely aware of what Ethan was doing, but whatever it was it felt incredible, the loosening knots inside his core were now accompanied by a ticklish flutter that made him groan with pleasure. “Hahhh, ohhhh…”

“Awww…” Ethan felt fluttery now too, happy that his experimental touches had been so well received. “Someone’s feeling good, isn’t he?”

“So… good…” James agreed. In spite of his desire to savor this release for as long as he possibly could, his muscles were instinctively pushing down, trying to force all the liquid from his system. The result was an ear splitting hiss that was just barely overpowered by all his panting gasps and moaning sighs.

His stream slowed down and then tapered off, a few stray droplets still seeping out every couple seconds. Ethan was still massaging his midsection, the soreness evaporating from all the gently touches. “All… All done…” he said.

Ethan shook him off and tucked him back into his pants. He even went so far as to zip them up for him as well before kissing his cheek. “All better…” he said. “Everything’s okay now.”

James felt the clammy dampness inside his boxers, and knew that not EVERYTHING was okay, but it ALMOST was. “Thank you…” he said again.

Ethan gave him another kiss. “Thank you,” he said. “Got to come home to TWO nice surprises— The lights, and somebody to help.”

“Well… That second thing wasn’t planned,” James said. “My keys are still missing.”

Ethan started to laugh, “Wouldn’t it have been funny if you’d peed in the snow, and just happened to melt the part where your keys got lost?”

James giggled, “Pfft, yeah! I kept wanting to go in the snow, but I was scared someone’d see, and then I got interrupted when I tried.”

“When I got home? You could have just gone then…”

“When you got home, and when Linda started talking to me— She had me over to drink hot chocolate, this whole big mug when I already had to pee so much! And, I kept trying to ask for the toilet, but Gary was there and he kept getting mad at me over NOTHING.”

Ethan frowned now. “It… It wasn’t over nothing, James… Well, I mean— It WAS, but it also wasn’t…” He sighed. “Oh, I’m not making any sense, am I?”

“Linda said he must not have slept well,” James told him. “But, she ALSO said he was nice to Ashley, so I don’t get it.”

“James, Gary is… He’s the kind of person who doesn’t think two men should love each other.”

“But, he’s never said so,” James reminded. “And he doesn’t call us bad names, or—“

“He doesn’t NEED to say it,” Ethan explained. “He shows it with his actions. Yeah, he’s never SAID why he dislikes us so much. But, he’s always treated us differently.”

“Like complaining about our yard being ‘overgrown’ when lots of other people had let their grass grow even higher?”

“Yeah, exactly like that.”

“But, Linda’s so nice,” James said. “I don’t understand… How can she be—“

“Linda sees all of Gary’s good qualities,” Ethan said. “I’m sure he has them, and I’m sure he shows them to people that he isn’t prejudiced against. Linda loves him for those things and, sometimes, when we love a person, we don’t see their flaws. Sometimes, we’re in denial about them. Since Gary isn’t the type of homophobe that gets violent with anyone, or calls people slurs, it may be easier for her to ignore that he still holds a lot of those same views.”

“Oh…” James said. “So, when he said ‘people like us’ shouldn’t be in the neighborhood, he really WASN’T talking about the decorations…”

Ethan shook his head. “If we took them all down and suddenly had the most beautiful lawn on Earth, Gary would find something to complain about anyway.”

James frowned. “I’m always nice to him…”

“And that’s good,” Ethan said. “You should be nice to him. It isn’t your fault he’s acting this way, it’s his choice. And, unfortunately, being nice probably won’t change him, that has to be his choice too.”

“Oh…” James seemed disappointed. “Well, I’m gonna be nice anyways.”

Ethan nodded. He had a feeling James didn’t even KNOW how to be mean, he could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen James get mad. Even when someone hurt him, rather than anger, James just cried… He hoped James wouldn’t cry over this later. “Hey, let’s forget about him… Did you see the lights on HIS house? He’s just got one little string going around the roof, it looks pitiful. When it gets dark and we turn on all the ones YOU set up? People won’t even be able to SEE his house anymore.”

James smiled, “Y—You really like them?” He’d been so frantic to pee when Ethan had gotten home, he’d barely registered the reaction.

“I love them,” Ethan said. “I love YOU.”

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Written for the Omovember prompt "Airplane Bathroom."

***

Ethan felt nervous. Of course he did. He was currently at his least favorite place in the entire universe; the airport. He hated flying, absolutely despised it. If humans were MEANT to fly, they would have evolved wings by now. He hated having to deal with security. He hated having to sit in a massive, several ton machine thousands of miles in the air, even if his rational mind understood how airplanes worked, being so high up was so nerve-wracking that he couldn’t help thinking the plane would forget how to remain in the sky and let gravity do what it wanted.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Ethan ALWAYS managed to embarrass himself when he flew. It was like a rule. And, again, he knew logically that curses weren’t real, but when EVERY trip to the airport always resulted in some kind of humiliation, he really started to wonder.

He’d already suffered several extreme needs for the toilet while aboard a plane. He’d had to endure part of one flight with just his boxers on. He’d ripped his pants in front of people trying to get his luggage down. He’d peed on his shoes due to turbulence, he’d gotten so desperate that he’d released his bladder inside a room meant only for dogs to pee in.

All the way back to the very FIRST flight he’d taken as a kid, during which he’d tripped over himself in front of everybody on the way to his seat, he always seemed to become a clumsy mess when he got near a plane.

He was getting ready to go on a trip with James and Miles. He was hopeful that THIS time around, he’d be able to escape the curse. To be safe, he hadn’t had anything to drink before coming to the airport, since a LOT of his humiliations had happened due to a full bladder. This may have been a mistake, however. The flight he was catching was SO early, and he could barely keep his eyes open. After years of ALWAYS having some coffee in the morning, forgoing it after being forced to get up earlier than usual made it hard to even remain standing up.

“Awww…” James said, nudging him as he started to teeter while in line for security. “Sleepy Ethan…”

“Hmm?” Ethan asked, trying to remember where he was. He’d been so close to sleep, why wouldn’t James let him— Oh, right. He yawned. “James, I’m so tired…”

“Gotta stay awake, Ethan,” Miles said from beside him. “You can take a nap on the plane.”

Mmmf, that sounded nice. Whenever he held his eyes open, they started to burn from the bright lights. He had such an awful headache already. He just wanted to sit down and conk back out. He’d have a hard time humiliating himself if he spent the entire flight asleep.

He struggled to get through security and remember everything he was supposed to do there. He accidentally left his belt on before going through the metal detector and had to try it again. He blushed slightly, and hoped that was the ONLY embarrassing thing he would do today.

They sat down to wait for their plane, and Ethan immediately rested his head against James’s shoulder, shutting his eyes. God… It felt good to keep them closed. He never wanted to open them again. He just wanted to sleep forever. It didn’t matter that the chairs here were uncomfortable, at least James made for a nice pillow.

Miles snapped his fingers in front of Ethan’s face. “Ethan, buddy,” he said. “Plane’s gonna arrive soon, don’t go to sleep yet.”
“Have to…” Ethan murmured, straining to keep his eyes closed.

“Ethan… Didn’t you have any coffee?” Miles asked.

Ethan shook his head gently. He didn’t want to tell Miles why he’d skipped it, Miles wouldn’t understand that airplanes were cursed, and that if Ethan put any liquid in himself some circumstance would arise that would cause him to let it out in a humiliating way. Ethan didn’t even have the energy to explain it.

“Right, well, you NEED some,” Miles said. “Never seen you so zonked out before. James, is this how he always acts before his coffee?”

“Kinda,” James said. He rubbed Ethan’s arm. “Poor thing’s just gonna pass out here…”

Miles started to walk off, “I’m gonna go get him something. I think he’s having withdrawals.”

Ethan wasn’t paying attention anymore. He was just laying against James. The chair wasn’t so uncomfortable anymore. It felt like a bed. A nice, warm bed where he could dream for hours. He was nearly asleep again when Miles returned and said; “Ethan. Come on… I’ve got you some coffee.”

Ethan blearily lifted his head off of James. He definitely WANTED to drink the coffee, but at the same time he DIDN’T want to. It was going to want out later, and it was RISKY for him to fill his bladder here.

“Drink up, Ethan,” James encouraged. He took the cup from Miles and handed it to Ethan.

Ethan took a sip, then another. It felt good to get it down. Hopefully it would be a while before it moved too much FURTHER down.

Once he’d finished the cup, he was a BIT more awake. He no longer thought he’d pass out if he was allowed to keep his eyes closed for five minutes. There was a nervous tugging in his bladder, however. He stood up, “I think I have to—“

Before he could finish, they were called to their gate.

Dammit… It was beginning…

Ethan had a REALLY bad feeling about getting on that plane without using the toilet first. “I have to pee,” he said. “Do you think I have time t—“

“Plane will have a bathroom,” Miles said. “Is it an emergency, or you can hold off until we’re in the air?”

Ethan thought about saying it WAS an emergency, that if he didn’t go NOW he’d leave a puddle in his seat during take-off. Miles may have been certain that there’d be a toilet on the flight, but Ethan definitely WASN’T. He’d been on flights where the door to the bathroom malfunctioned and wouldn’t open, or the bathroom was continuously occupied and he never got a chance to use it. The restrooms IN the airport would easily open right up, and there’d be a nice, long row of urinals with plenty of vacancies.

“It… Uh… It kind of is,” Ethan said, though his urge was still mild. “I should go now.”

Miles glanced at the gate, worrying at his lip. “Ethan… People are boarding already, we might miss it…”

Ethan’s bladder throbbed a little more insistently as he thought of all the things that could go wrong if he got on the plane now. Miles was SO good at planning ahead, he should understand this! “I—“

“It will only be a few minutes,” Miles assured. “Come on.”

Minutes later, Ethan was anxiously sitting in his seat on the plane. James was beside him on one side, and Miles was on the other.

James watched as his partner fanned his legs in and out. “You really DO have to go, huh?” James whispered. “You went right before we left the house…”

“It’s the coffee,” Ethan said. “And I’m nervous. I hate flying.”

“I know…” James held his hand, continuing to watch Ethan’s fidgeting. His knee started to bounce and James blushed. He was sure Ethan knew what he was doing to him, right there in front of Miles. And, he knew Ethan wouldn’t deliberately try to give him a hard-on with their friend there to see it. So, that meant Ethan couldn’t help but squirm. That meant his bladder was getting really full…

James made himself look away as his mind wandered, overwhelmed by how cute Ethan’s behavior was. He saw the door to the toilet, it was partially open, so he was sure it was operational. Ethan would have no trouble using it as soon as he was allowed to. Ethan would be okay, no harm done in enjoying his restless movement.

Aside from the need to keep his body from reacting too obviously, anyway. He could feel his face growing warm, reddening as Ethan crossed his ankles and let them rub.

Miles noticed Ethan’s behavior as well. “Sorry,” he said. “Just a few more minutes.”

Ethan tugged at his seat belt and rubbed his middle, reminding himself that he KNEW he could hold more than this. It was just anxiety causing his need to feel worse than it actually was. That didn’t change the fact that it felt REALLY bad right now, though. The pressure was always at the forefront of his mind, and no matter how much he adjusted his position, he couldn’t alleviate it.

The flight attendant stood at the front of the plane and went over the usual spiel. Ethan tried not to tap his foot as she droned on. His eyes remained fixated on the restroom the entire time. Cruelly, since the door wasn’t shut all the way, he could see the toilet from where he was sitting. He kept imagining himself standing in front of it, zipper down, stream flowing. He flinched at his own thoughts, tensing his thighs and digging his fingers into the material of his seat. ‘Please,’ he thought. ‘I have to go soon…’

Once the flight attendant had finished, the plane started to move down the runway, and Ethan clenched up his pelvic muscles. His bladder was getting bounced around violently and they weren’t even heading into the sky yet! He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. ‘You can wait longer than this, you’re just nervous,’ he told himself. ‘If you were calm, you wouldn’t need to pee so bad. Just relax. You’ll be able to use the restroom in a minute.’

When they ascended into the air, Ethan’s bladder REALLY cramped up. He knotted his legs and bit down on his lip. He could feel his urethral sphincter vibrating with the effort to hold back his pee. He was starting to think maybe it WASN’T just nerves, and instead that coffee had just gone STRAIGHT through him. His hands were shaking with the desire to grab himself.

At last, the plane evened out and the seat-belt lights were switched off. ‘Finally,’ Ethan thought, working to undo the buckle with his trembling fingers. James noticed him struggling and started to help. “Heh, poor Ethan…” he said, hoping that it didn’t come out sounding like a tease. Miles was right there, after all.

James couldn’t help but tease, though. He HAD to, Ethan was so deliciously squirmy, and his eyes were blown wide open. His cheeks were pink, lip caught between his teeth. He was utterly adorable, and James ‘accidentally’ brushed his knuckle against Ethan’s bladder while he continued working at the belt.

That sparked a reaction, a twitching jerk of Ethan’s body and a tiny whimper. “James…”
“Did I bump you?” James asked innocently.

Ethan’s face flamed. He knew that tone, and he was surprised to hear James using it in public. His eyes shot to Miles, whom luckily didn’t seem to recognize the flirty edge to James’s voice for what it was. Behind Miles, Ethan could see a woman storming down the aisle towards the restroom, making his bladder shudder.

‘One person,’ he thought. ‘You can hold it while one person pees. Just stay by the door until she comes back out.’ He was disappointed that he’d need to keep holding it, but not too alarmed. He wasn’t on the verge of going in his pants, so a single person wouldn’t take too long for his bladder to withstand.

The seat-belt came apart and Ethan shot to his feet. “Be right back,” he said, edging his way past Miles and into the aisle. His bladder throbbed in protest of all the motion, but it still wasn’t as bad as take-off had felt. He stood beside the door and waited, trying to ignore the urge to cross his legs.

His bladder pounded against his opening as seconds ticked by. Time seemed to be slowing down for him. His knees rubbed in a way that he hoped looked casual. ‘Any second now…’ he thought, pressure building. He glanced away from the restroom door, looking at a sign that said ‘TOILET’ was only making him need one worse.

He hitched his hips and shifted from side to side. ‘Come on…’ he thought. ‘This is turning into an emergency, how long does it take this person to pee?’ Ethan managed to hold out for a couple more minutes, but then a more severe pulse of need sent his hand down to his crotch, giving the occasional squeeze to his spasming urethra. He lightly touched his lower abdomen again, feeling that it had become quite firm.

Two more minutes, and Ethan started to bounce. He went red upon realizing that some of the passengers were watching him, he just couldn’t help it! His bladder was weighing him down too much, and one leg crossed over the other as he raised his hand to the door for a quick knock. “E—Excuse me,” he said. “H—How much l—longer do you think you’re gonna be?”

There was no response that Ethan could hear.

Ethan realized he hadn’t actually heard ANYTHING from the other side of that door this whole time. No trickling or hissing. The woman hadn’t peed. Ethan could think of a few reasons for that; Perhaps she struggled with claustrophobia and the tight airplane bathroom was stressing her out too much for her to go. Maybe planes in general scared her. Or, she might have been suffering from shy bladder, in which case Ethan knocking on the door had likely worsened her predicament and thus extended the amount of time he was going to have to wait.

“I’ll… Uh… Go back to my seat now,” Ethan said, but made no move to do so. Hopefully it would be enough to TELL the woman that she was now alone. She couldn’t see him after all, no way of knowing where he was.

He continued to wait, bobbing on his heals and palming at his crotch every so often. He was starting to feel like his skin was being stretched out by the amount of fluid straining in his bladder. Ethan endured it for as long as he could manage, but before long he was bent forwards and shaking his hips to ward off the cramps.

He knocked again, speaking in a low voice. “I—It’s just… I’m sorry, I’m h—having… Kind of an em—emergency h—here… Will you be out soon?”

No response.

Ethan burrowed one of his hands more firmly in the crease of his thighs as he knocked once more with the other. “I’m— I’m not kidding,” he tried to laugh to stave off the embarrassment he felt. He felt like every passenger’s eyes were on him, but he didn’t dare look back to confirm. “I really am— I drank this big cup of coffee, and I really need the bathroom now.”

Finally, a reply; “I’m not coming out!” The woman sounded like she was angry, caught up in a hissing fury.

Ethan shrank back, cupping his second hand against his groin to allow himself a more firm hold. He hadn’t meant to make her upset. He understood it was never fun to be rushed while using the toilet, but— He thought he might start leaking in his pants soon, he HAD to say something.

Then, he realized what she’d actually SAID, and that it was the worst thing he could hear right now.

“You’re— You’re not?” Ethan asked. He felt like he was bursting from head to toe, every bit of him filled up with liquid. “How about— Just for a minute?” He asked. He knew he must have sounded pathetic. “I’ll go as fast as I—“

“I’m NOT coming out,” the woman repeated, even madder now. “Not until HE apologizes!”

Ethan blinked at the still locked door separating him from badly needed relief. “What…?”

“Chase is an ASSHOLE, and I’m NOT coming out until he says he’s sorry!”

Chase…? What…

Oh, for God’s sake. Not now… It would seem Ethan had managed to find himself in the middle of a couple’s dispute, and the aggrieved party had chosen to shut ‘Chase’ out using the thing Ethan needed most of all.

Ethan did couple’s counseling occasionally. Sometimes, it took multiple sessions to get through ONE issue, slowly hearing out both sides and helping them come to a compromise.

Ethan didn’t have the time for that right now. Besides, the first rule of therapy was that everything was supposed to be private and confidential. Sessions weren’t supposed to take place on a crowded plane.

But, if this woman was going to make their argument everyone else’s problem, there wasn’t much Ethan could do about that…

Pain was drenching his bladder, and he loosened his belt to remove a little of the pressure. “I—I’m sorry you’re having a bad day, but I NEED—“

“Just GO,” the woman yelled. “I’m not opening the door! If you piss your pants, you can blame Chase!”

Ethan groaned and hobbled backwards, feeling a spurt loose itself into his boxers. His base instinct was to get mad, to yell BACK at the woman that it would be HER fault if the rest of his pee flooded out into his pants, because SHE was the one who wouldn’t let him use the bathroom! That would get him nowhere though and, filled with dismay, he realized that the clearest path to relief was going to require him to rely on his conflict resolution skills.

He’d… Been desperate to pee while with a patient before. He’d managed to wait through the session. Granted, when that happened he knew that the session would be over after an hour, and the patient in question wasn’t actively DENYING him the toilet and getting on his nerves in the process.

He could do this…

“Chase…?” Ethan called out, raising his voice. “Is someone named Chase here?”

A man stood and started to walk down the aisle. “Yeah,” he said. “Hannah still in there?”

Ethan, again, had to fight against his own frustration. Where the Hell ELSE would she BE? “Y—Yes,” he said, kneeling down a little and clutching more tightly at his dick. “And,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “And, I need her out. So, how about you apologize to her for whatever this is?” 

Chase said nothing, he just stared at Ethan as he twisted up on himself and fought not to spray a stream down his legs.

‘Come oooon,’ Ethan thought. ‘This may go against every bit of advice I’m SUPPOSED to give as a licensed therapist, but you don’t even have to MEAN it!’

Chase finally shrugged.

Ethan twitched and knocked on the door. “H—He’s with me,” he said. “He said he’s sorry.”

“I didn’t hear him,” Hannah called back.

“He was just being quiet.”

“I’m not sorry,” Chase stated.

“I heard THAT!” Hannah yelled.

Dammit…

From his seat, James watched this all unfold. He was enjoying Ethan’s desperation a little less now, since his boyfriend no longer had a way to rid himself of his need, apart from just letting it go in his pants. James scolded himself for taking so long with Ethan’s seat-belt, he shouldn’t have allowed a second to tease him, should have just gotten it done before anyone could beat him to the toilet.

This was his fault.

If any couple should have been arguing now, it should have been him and Ethan!

Miles watched as well, and he too felt guilty. He’d been the one to stop Ethan from going before they’d boarded the flight. He just hadn’t seen any reason Ethan wouldn’t be able to relieve himself here! And he was usually so good at predicting how things could go wrong!

Ethan rocked back and forth, his bladder was painful inside him. He thought he may have about ten minutes left in him before he overflowed. “O—Okay, um… Okay, I’m— I’m a therapist. I’ve done couple’s counseling b—before. I’ll help you w—work through whatever this is, and— And the only payment I need is for you to please open the door now!”

“Not until he apologizes!” Hannah shouted once more. “You’re probably not even a real therapist!”
“I am…” Ethan groaned. “And, I’m a LOT better at my job when I don’t have to pee, so PLEASE can I just—“

“He’s the asshole!” Hannah snapped. “Ask HIM.”

Ethan turned back to Chase, he felt his eyes watering from how badly he wanted to unleash the built up storm blazing in his bladder. Sweat poured off his face, he allowed himself to squirm even more blatantly, now hoping for PITY if he couldn’t count on anything else. “Please, just tell her you’re sorry. I am begging you. I am— I am SERIOUSLY about to wet my pants.”

“No,” Chase said. “If you’re actually a therapist, then you can tell she’s crazy.”

Ethan groaned. He didn’t USE that word for any of his patients, he didn’t even like hearing his patients call THEMSELVES crazy. “She’s not ‘crazy’, she’s upset,” Ethan told him. “If either of you could tell me WHY that might help.”

“He ate my pretzels!” Hannah informed. “He’s always eating my food! Even at home, he eats everything I put in the fridge without asking!”

“You said I could eat the pretzels!” Chase snapped. “You ARE crazy!”

“I was being sarcastic!”

Ethan didn’t like to make predictions like this when he spoke to couples, but he had a feeling these two weren’t going to last very long… It was likely that the pretzels had been a tipping point for Hannah, since apparently Chase had a habit of eating things that belonged to her. But, since this particular incident had been a miscommunication, of course Chase wasn’t going to think he’d ever done anything wrong.

Normally, Ethan would tell them both to share their feelings, and try to hone in on how this wasn’t the first time Chase had done something like this. He’d try to get them both to see that the pretzels weren’t the root of the issue here, that it was a lack of communication.

But, he didn’t have TIME for that, there was a TOILET on the other side of that door and if he wasn’t aiming at it in the next few minutes, there was going to be an enormous puddle beneath his feet. “Okay, I’ll ask the flight attendant to get you more pretzels,” Ethan said. “You can come out n—“

“So what?” Hannah demanded. “He’ll probably take THOSE too! He’s not even sorry!”

A burst of pee squirted warmly into Ethan’s boxers, and he couldn’t believe this. He was going to have an accident because of a bag of pretzels. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t—

He was a therapist, he had to ACT like it. When he was desperate during sessions in his office, he still tried his best to work with his patients. He didn’t try to rush everything and half-ass it, he didn’t go for band-aid ‘solutions’ that only covered up the problem and didn’t address anything. Sure, all those times his patients hadn’t been RESPONSIBLE for his desperation, so his own feelings of frustration weren’t clouding his judgement, but if he put that aside and ACTUALLY treated this like he was supposed to…

“Nnnh, alright,” Ethan winced, adjusting his hold on his dick, and tensing his thighs. “S—So, Hannah, you are upset b—because Chase has a habit of eating your food without asking. A—And, Chase…” Ethan jiggled up and down, leaning back a little as though he could somehow escape from the deluge of urine locked within him. “Y—You are upset because you thought Hannah was serious when she said you could eat the pretzels.”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “He’s an asshole.”

“You’re crazy,” Chase said.

Ethan frowned and strained against his cupped palms as another splash of urine flowed out of him. He felt his hands growing damp and clammy, and he knew a wet spot must have been forming over his zipper. So much for not embarrassing himself today, now even the best case scenario meant he’d be walking around with a pee-stained crotch until he was able to change. “I— I think there’s been a lack of communication h—here. Just in general. Hannah, do you ev—ever label the food in the fridge so that Chase knows it’s yours?”

“… No,” Hannah admitted.

“Chase, if she DID put her name on things, would you still eat them?”

“No,” Chase shrugged.

“O—Okay,” Ethan said. “We’re getting somewhere.” He tried not to let himself feel TOO hopeful. The door was STILL locked, after all. His bladder was STILL splitting at the seams. His legs were STILL basically triple-crossed in an effort to keep his liquid locked up. When he looked down, his stomach looked rounder than usual. He usually only saw his bladder go rock-hard and start to protrude when he was playing a game with James… It was troubling to see it in public. “Now, h—how about you start doing that, and… Ch—Chase, this is a long-shot, but h—have there been other times you haven’t realized someone was being sarcastic?”

“Yeah,” Chase said. “All the time.”

“I rolled my eyes and EVERYTHING!” Hannah said. “Don’t try to—“

Ethan flinched, his bladder knotting with anxiety as her anger showed itself again. His hope for relief was diminishing. “H—Hang on,” he said. “Th—There are a lot of things that can make it d—difficult for a person to perceive sarcasm. Some people just str—struggle with that. He misunderstood y—you today. And I’m sure he’s sorry for that.”

Silence fell and Ethan turned to Chase, it took everything in him not to outwardly beg ‘Please, please agree with me! Just say you’re sorry! I’m going to have an accident if you don’t!’ He waited with baited breath, clanging his knees together, feet constantly shifting as the fluid billowed against the sensitive walls of his overflowing bladder.

“Fine,” Chase said. “Sorry.”

Finally, thank God.

“H—He said sorry!” Ethan called. “He apologized! Please open the door now! Please!” As he spoke, he somehow managed to look even more rigid, squeezing his dick with. a vice-like grip, trying to pinch his dripping urethra shut as more and more warm drops oozed out of it.

Click…

The door slid open and Hannah emerged, she brushed past Ethan to join Chase as Ethan grabbed the door and started to shove his way in. Once inside, he furiously tore at his zipper and fished his leaking cock free. He felt the plane jerk and wondered if he should sit down, but he was already pretty much going so he just aimed and hoped for the best.

Ohhhh…. Yessssss…. The release he’d been craving for so long flowed out of him and hissed into the toilet, tension lifted from his body and the knots in his abdomen started to untie. Muuuuch better! He gasped and groaned as the pain he’d been under evaporated, falling off of him in sheets. His stream was thunderous, loud and powerful, a full-force jet that was making him go weak at the knees. Ahhhh, he was in Heaven, this was so fucking—

The plane jerked to the side again, and he lost control of his waterfall for a second, a splash spattering his shoes before he was able to correct it.

Dammit…

He fucking HATED flying!

He finished up a minute later and cringed at how damp his boxers felt as he tucked his cock back away. He washed his hands off and finally was able to return to his seat, resting loosely there. He felt way better, even if his pants and shoe were both a little wet.

Miles snickered, “Did you just do couple’s counseling so that you could pee?”

“Kind of,” Ethan said. “That was a lot more rushed than it was supposed to be, and if we’d been in my office I would have done more to—“

“Still, I think most people would have just yelled at them to take it somewhere else,” Miles said. “They wouldn’t have tried to fix it.”

“Yelling wouldn’t have gotten that door open,” Ethan said. “I would have had an—“

“I’m sorry!” James cried out, grabbing Ethan’s hand. “I took too long to help you with your seat-belt, that’s why someone got there before you! I’m sorry!”

“Hey…” Ethan said, squeezing James back. “That wasn’t your fault at all. Don’t feel bad. I’m not mad at you.”

“Promise?”

“Of course,” Ethan told him. “Don’t worry.”

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Written for the Omovember prompt "Group Omo".

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Ethan’s bladder wasn’t given much of a break after he and his friends had finally arrived at their destination. His holding muscles were thoroughly exhausted after their taxing experience aboard the plane and by the time they’d landed, he was again in need of the bathroom.

He was wary of trying to go in the airport. As much as he really DIDN’T believe in curses, in the face of so much insurmountable evidence, he was beginning to have doubts. Perhaps flying really WAS cursed after all, and it would be in his best interest to simply leave this place as fast as possible.

Ethan’s bladder pulsed, and he told himself he was being ridiculous. Sure, he had bad luck in airports, but after the fiasco on the plane, he didn’t think too much else could go wrong today. Besides, as soon as they passed a restroom, James was tugging on his arm and saying “I really gotta go, Ethan!”

Right. James had to pee, too. Poor thing had fallen asleep partway through the flight, only waking to his full bladder when they’d begun to land, and he was no longer permitted to stand up and walk to the toilet. Of course, he’d probably been searching for a restroom since the second they’d left the plane.

“Okay,” Ethan told him. “I could use another break anyway. Miles, James and I are going to—“

“Right, right,” Miles nodded, anxiously glancing around. “You don’t think any of our luggage got lost, do you?”

“Doubt it. And even if it DID, you put those tracking tags on all of it,” Ethan reminded. “We’ll be able to find it.” He felt James grabbing his hand and pulling him, whimpering with urgency. “Eheh, we’ll be right back…”

“Alright, I’ll be over by baggage claim,” Miles said.

Ethan was a little surprised that Miles hadn’t decided to join them, he usually peed any time he had the chance, just in case there WEREN’T any opportunities later and he got desperate. He was ALWAYS concerned about items getting lost or broken when he travelled, though. It made sense he’d want to check on that before doing anything else.

Ethan let James basically drag him into the restroom, listening to him huffing out his breath. There was a flush to his face that was almost unbearably cute, and Ethan was kind of glad he and James were doing this by themselves. If the restroom didn’t turn out to be too crowded, a little bit of gentle teasing might be in order.

James shoved the door open and, thankfully, the room was mostly deserted— Just one man washing his hands at the sink, the sound of which made James squirm. It didn’t do much for Ethan either, forcing him to tense his thighs for a second.

James scrambled in front of a urinal and tore down his zip, a wave of liquid pouring out immediately. He gasped with relief, shoulders shuddering and going slack.

Ethan undid his own pants and let go of a stream. His release was less powerful than James’s, trickling slowly rather than blasting out of him as his dam was shattered. “Phew…” he sighed. The noise was mostly for James’s enjoyment, but it really did feel good to go. He was still so sore from earlier.
When he heard the door shutting as the other man left, Ethan smiled. “Feeling better now, James?”

James simply moaned in response. Even as he stood there, watching his stream gush out into the proper place, he was shocked that he’d made it in time. When he’d woken up on the plane, his bladder had been so blisteringly full that it chased away all lingering drowsiness in an instant. He’d needed to make a quick grab for his crotch to stop himself from leaking right then and there. When he realized they were landing, and peeing was going to be off-limits until he found a toilet in the airport, he’d been SURE that he’d drench himself before that moment arrived.

He was proud of himself for holding it all back, it made the relief of letting it out feel even better.

“You’re so cute…” Ethan told him softly. Hoping his next statement wouldn’t go too far, he added; “Think you could have made it to the hotel if you tried?”

“Mmmf, nooo…” James murmured. “I barely even made it here!” He pushed out the last few spurts from his bladder, and zipped back up.

Ethan was still peeing, a fact which amazed James. He’d REALLY been at the limit, too much longer and he would have gone in his pants, yet he’d STILL finished before Ethan had. He didn’t think he’d ever stop being shocked by the size of his partner’s bladder.

After a couple more seconds, Ethan was done. “Phew, that’s better…” he said. He zipped his pants and massaged a hand over his sore middle. “I think my bladder needs a rest now.” Ever since he’d started holding it for James, he’d discovered that his body usually needed a while to recharge after he’d pushed it to the limit like that. He knew that, for the next couple days, he’d be feeling the urge to relieve himself more often than he typically did. He knew that those urges would also turn into emergencies a lot faster than usual.

“Yeah, you’re probably all tired out now. That thing on the plane was… Intense,” James agreed.

A couple minutes later, they’d met up with Miles at the baggage claim area. Just like Ethan had predicted, all of their stuff was there, so they left the airport and got a cab to their hotel. The drive was longer than Ethan had anticipated, and his bladder started to convulse again before long. He did his best to ignore it, reminding himself it hadn’t been THAT long since he’d last peed.

He began to bounce his knee eventually anyway, hopeful that they’d get to the hotel very soon. He didn’t intend to be too far away from a toilet at any point during this trip. Or at least, not until he was sure his holding muscles had recovered.

Beside him, Miles was shifting uncomfortably as well, and Ethan noted the rather concerned look on his face. His brows were furrowed, his mouth drawn into a thin line. Were it not for all the ‘experience’ with experiencing and witnessing desperation he’d gotten thanks to James, Ethan wouldn’t have thought anything of his friend’s behavior. But, playing pee-holding games had trained Ethan to notice the signs that someone had to go.

Miles was likely wishing he’d peed with Ethan and James back at the airport. Now, Ethan hoped they reached the hotel even faster, both for Miles’s sake and his own.

It was another twenty minutes before they finally reached the hotel, by which point Ethan was enduring some VERY insistent throbs at his opening, and Miles had been sitting with his ankles crossed for a while.

They got out of the cab, an action which drew a small groan from Ethan and a huff of annoyance from Miles.

James had been watching Miles squirm as well. It had been quite fascinating, he’d NEVER seen Miles needing to pee before, and James had always found it fun to discover what different people’s mannerisms were when their bladders were starting to torment them. So far, Miles had been pretty calm about it, quietly tensing his body up without complaint. It was only the eventual rubbing of his ankles that had confirmed to James that he wanted a bathroom break.

James had noticed Ethan needed to go again as well. James had seen Ethan contending with a full bladder enough times that he recognized HIS signs right away. The foot-tapping had been so obvious. James was interested in finding out how the two would handle it when they got to their hotel room, would they argue over who peed first? They’d been friends for so long, and James wondered if they’d ever had a disagreement like that before.

As they entered the hotel, Miles looked around the lobby for a second, frowning. Ethan was glancing about as well. James figured they were both searching for the same thing, but there didn’t appear to be any restroom down here.

“Okay,” Miles said. “When we get upstairs, I really need to use the bathroom… Should have gone at the airport when you guys did.”

James was surprised by how readily he admitted it Not many people did that unless they were in the midst of a really bad emergency. Miles didn’t seem to be bursting yet, though. James turned, waiting for Ethan’s response.

“O—Okay…” Ethan said, blushing slightly. “You can go first, I guess.”

“You gotta go, too?” Miles asked. “If it’s bad, you can—“

“No,” Ethan said. “You’ve been waiting longer.”

Miles went to get their room key, and the three wheeled their suitcases into the elevator. With a little more eagerness than he would usually exhibit, Miles hit the button for their floor. He waited in one corner, rocking on his toes.

Beside him, Ethan crossed his legs and bobbed. His hands were fisted at his sides, eyes fixated on the sign above the door indicating which floor they were on.

“Ethan,” Miles said. “I’ll let you go first if you need me t—“

“I’ll be fine,” Ethan insisted. “I just went an hour ago. It’s fine. Bladder’s just sore now, that happens sometimes.”

Miles turned and gave him an odd look. “That… What?”

Ethan felt himself blush. That had probably been a really weird thing to say. Ethan shifted his gaze away from his friend. “Y—You know,” he said. “Held it for so long on the plane, so…”

“But, you said it happens ‘sometimes’,” Miles reminded. “Ethan, are you still not listening to your body when you get too busy?”

“No!” Ethan felt so warm now, and his skin was tingling. Why did he have to go and SAY that? Most people didn’t hold their bladders because they knew their partner would probably suck them off afterwards. Most people didn’t hold their bladders because a part of them just couldn’t get enough of how good the build-up and release could feel. Miles was his best friend, but he didn’t want him to know about all of that. “I don’t do anything like that anymore, I promise.”

Ethan heard James snicker, followed by the sound of a hand being slapped over his mouth.

Miles gestured to James, “Sounds like he thinks you do…”

“O—Only sometimes!” Ethan insisted. “That thing on the plane was the first time I’d gotten really desperate in a while!”

He hoped James would manage to contain his laughter this time. Just last week, Ethan had let James control his bladder again. He’d been made to drink so much water and hold it in for so long that, when James FINALLY told him he could go use the toilet, he couldn’t stand up from where he’d been writhing on the floor. His legs had been tangled into knots, hands pinned aggressively against his opening.

James had needed to grab a large pot from the kitchen just so Ethan didn’t gush all over the rug. And, Ethan had been so crazed with need that he hadn’t even protested against flooding the pot— He was just grateful to have something TO flood at all. The sound of his spray echoing into the metal container had been ear-splitting, nearly drowning out his breathy moans.

Ethan wished he hadn’t just remembered all of that. And he REALLY wished there was a big pot in front of him right now. He was beginning to realize that their trip upwards was taking an oddly long time. Were they going all the way to the top floor, or—

Then, it hit him that he no longer felt the elevator moving. He hadn’t noticed it at first since HE was still moving around so much, swaying from foot to foot, but the elevator had stalled. “Um… A—Are we stuck?”

Miles nibbled on his lip. “I didn’t wanna say anything, but I think we are.”

Ethan crossed his legs back together. “Uh, this is a really bad time for me to be stuck somewhere…”

“Me too,” Miles agreed. He smacked a hand against the emergency button, then did it a couple more times for good measure. He leaned against the wall and shifted his hips as he sighed; “You two should have convinced me to go at the airport,” he said. “Can’t believe this— The one time I skip using the bathroom, and I end up getting trapped somewhere without one.”

James felt bad, but his curiosity was definitely piqued. Miles was usually so good at anticipating the ways something could go wrong, and James had NEVER seen him desperate to relieve his bladder before. He had to assume this type of thing was RARE for him, so James couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to react.

James felt worse for Ethan, though. He’d already spent most of today needing to pee, no way was he looking forward to yet ANOTHER bout of desperation so soon. The look on his face was absolutely defeated for a second, then a smile tugged at his lips and he gave a derisive laugh.

“Ethan?” James asked.

“This is— It’s ridiculous,” Ethan said, frustration evident. “At this rate, I’m gonna spend the whole trip constantly dying to pee!”

A part of James wouldn’t exactly MIND that, but since Ethan was so distressed and had no way to escape his situation, he mostly just felt sorry for him. “You won’t,” James said. “The elevator will move again, and you’ll be able to go.”

“I need it to move soon,” Ethan said.

“I know…”

Miles also needed it to move soon. Maybe even worse than Ethan did. Ethan had been right earlier, HE’D been holding it in the longest, and he wasn’t even USED to holding it. Typically, he’d go as soon as he felt the urge, first chance he got. Because, if he DIDN’T do that, then something like THIS could happen. He could get stuck somewhere, badly needing to go, and with no way TO go.

And, Miles REALLY needed to go now. The feeling of heaviness beneath his fly was unbearable. His bladder was aching, pounding against him, demanding to know why he’d waited so long to empty it. He crossed his legs against a powerful surge from within, but the action didn’t bring him much relief.

He struggled to remember another time when he’d needed the bathroom this severely. The only thing that came to mind was one day in high school. He’d peed during the lunch break, like always, but he’d also drank more than usual. One of his next classes was doing a test, and he wasn’t allowed to leave during it, so he’d had no choice but to hold it until the bell rang. In the final few minutes, the fire alarm suddenly went off and everyone had to go straight outside— Miles fought not to look at the door to the restroom as he passed it.

Then, it turned out it wasn’t a drill, nor was there an actual fire. Someone had pulled the alarm to get out of a test, and so everyone just had to SIT out there until everything got sorted out, which took SO long! Miles had ended up just sitting on the curb in the parking lot, folded in half and devoting all his attention towards preventing any liquid from seeping out.

Ethan had been with him, trying to help him feel better, eventually offering to keep watch for Miles as he released his bladder onto the tree in front of the school. Miles had initially protested against doing that, but when he sprang a leak and just barely managed to clamp it off, he gave up.

Ethan TRIED to keep watch, but there wasn’t that much cover, and it was pretty obvious what Miles was doing. They were eventually sent to the office over it, but given the circumstances they were let off with a warning. Miles was still teased for the remainder of the year, though.

That was the last time Miles could recall being truly desperate, and from the cramps careening through his bladder now, he felt dangerously close to reaching that level of need again. But, this time, there wasn’t even a tree he could pee onto. There wasn’t ANYTHING he could use.

Was there…?

Painfully, he lowered himself into a crouch and started to unzip his suitcase.

Ethan had sat down against the wall beside James, his feet were sliding frantically out in front of him, a hand held against his crotch. His poor bladder was so exhausted after the day he’d had that he’d already dribbled a few times into his boxers, which had only JUST started to dry off after what had happened on the plane. “What are you doing?” He asked Miles.

“Just—- Seeing if I have a bottle, or some kinda container in here,” Miles said.

James’s eyes widened. Wow, was it that bad already? And was he really okay with doing that in front of them? James could maybe understand him doing it in front of Ethan, since they’d grown up together. But, he hadn’t known James nearly as long.

“I hope you have two,” Ethan said.

James hoped so as well. Ethan seriously NEEDED a break, poor— Ethan shifted again, accidentally elbowing James in the side, and alerting him to an uncomfortable tingle that had begun to form in his own bladder. It wasn’t going to take long for that to build into a problem… 

“I hope you have three,” James admitted.

Miles groaned and shoved a few items back into the suitcase, “I have none,” he said. “Dang it, I need to add empty bottles to the list of travel supplies… I just never even CONSIDERED—“

“O—Of course you didn’t,” Ethan said, he pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth. “You can’t predict EVERYTHING.”

“There are a l—lot of things I could need an empty bottle for, I should have thought of—“

Ethan switched positions again, now leaning against James with his legs folded and his hands both pushed into his crotch. “M—Miles,” he said. “N—Nobody can predict the future, it’s important t—to accept that, sometimes the un—unexpected happens, a—and we need to be prepared for NOT b—being prepa—“

“Are you actually trying to be a therapist right now?” Miles asked.

“I—I need SOMETHING to distract me from my bladder!”

James put a hand against Ethan’s side. “It’s okay…” he said. “You can hold it. You’re good at that…”

“James…” Ethan whined.

“He’s… What?” Miles asked.

“Uh—“ James stumbled. His OWN bladder was distracting him so much now that he wasn’t thinking through what he was saying. “H—He’s… I mean, his bladder’s bigger than mine,” James decided, hoping THAT didn’t sound too odd. He didn’t think it would. Miles already knew how often James had to relieve himself. “S—So, if any of us is gonna wet the floor, it’ll be me.”

“James, don’t say that,” Ethan told him. “You’ll make it. And…” he trailed off. He didn’t want to say that, if James started peeing, his own bladder would break as well. The sight and sound would overwhelm him in a heartbeat, and his pants would be soaked. He knew that WOULD happen if James lost control, but he didn’t want to accidentally encourage James to wait past the point of pain just for HIS sake. “You’ll make it just fine,” he repeated.

James shifted, he positioned his legs out in front of himself and crossed them, jiggling a bit. The pee he’d had at the airport was starting to feel like it had been ages ago. It HAD been about two hours, which was plenty of time for James to start getting uncomfortable again. Nonetheless, the memory of what it had felt like to flood that urinal remained fresh in his mind, he ached for that sensation again.

“I—I’m sure it will move again soon,” Ethan said. He looked to James, whom was blushing and nibbling on his lip. He looked so fragile as he dealt with his bladder, so nervous as the pangs rapidly worsened within his tiny bladder. Wanting to cheer him up some, he whispered; “My luck can’t be so bad that I pee myself in an elevator for the SECOND time today.”

James blushed more, but now he was smiling at the memory of the LAST time Ethan had gotten stuck in an elevator with him, and the huge puddle that had come out of it. “Heh,” he said. “Your luck IS pretty terrible, though. This is still the second time you’ve gotten stuck in an elevator while you need to pee.”

“Third time, actually,” Ethan said. “The very first time was in college. But, that only lasted for fifteen minutes, so I was alright.”

Miles hadn’t heard the pair whispering, he was now a bit too distracted for that. His bladder was convulsing, its muscles contracting and trying to squeeze its contents from his body. He’d begun to clasp his crotch, both hands gripping tightly. He felt ridiculous needing to resort to that, but since Ethan and James were both doing it too, it wasn’t THAT awful.

He wondered how long it could possibly take for the elevator to get repaired, and was beginning to get concerned about what would happen AFTER they finally started to move again. Would his body be able to handle the sudden motion and change in pressure, or would that be the thing to send his piss streaming down his legs?

Jeez, was he seriously considering the possibility of an accident?! He couldn’t even REMEMBER the last time he’d had one of those! He couldn’t remember what it felt like, neither the accident itself nor the moments directly before it. Was there a change to how the pangs in his bladder felt in the seconds leading up to a complete loss of control? Was there any kind of warning, or did it feel the same as any other spasm?

The throbs were getting stronger, requiring more and more effort to ward them off. His dick was starting to hurt, either from the strain on his sphincters or the intense grip his hands had around it. He slid down against the wall, curling up like Ethan already had. “I— I don’t know—“ he said, panicked breath leaving his lungs. “I’ve never— never had to go so bad before, I don’t even know if—“ He flinched as another jab of brilliant, bright hot need surged through him. “I’m n—not sure if I can h—hold it…”

Ethan glanced up and across the elevator at his friend. He’d only ever seen Miles come THIS unglued once before, that day in high school when the fire alarm had gone off. Except, this time, Ethan couldn’t think of any way to save his friend from his body’s relentless demands. Ethan couldn’t save himself or James, either. Their only option was to hold it and hope to God the elevator started moving soon.

“H—Hang in there,” Ethan said. Frantically, he tried to come up with something that might motivate Miles. All he could think of were the things James said to get HIM to keep holding it when they played a game. ‘You can do it, I’ve seen how much you can hold in there.’ ‘Why should I let you go pee now? You’re sooooo cute when you’re all squirmy.’ ‘Good boy, keeping it all inside, you haven’t even leaked yet! You’re doing such a good job, I bet you can make it another hour.’

Ethan decided against saying anything even remotely resembling that to Miles.

So, he just kept repeating “Hang in there, it can’t be that much longer.” Before long, he felt like he was directing the statement more to himself than to Miles. Ethan’s bladder was dying, it had been tortured consistently all day, pain broken up by brief moments of glorious relief that were gone all too quickly.

James’s bladder was thrashing, a heavy weight now pushed against his opening. It refused to back off, the pressure just worsening as he squirmed, rather than subsiding. He turned his body towards Ethan’s, pressing against him and wriggling his hips urgently.

Ethan, unable to move his hands from his dick to rub James’s back, instead gave him a kiss on the cheek in an attempt to comfort him.

“I have to go so bad, Ethan…” James said. “It’s gonna come out…” It really felt like he’d start pissing any second now. His pee-hole was trembling, and he felt heat at his tip. His bladder was too tiny to accommodate all that it had been filled with, there wasn’t enough room in him for so much liquid.

“It’s okay…” Ethan soothed. “Just try your best… It’s okay if you can’t wait…” he realized he was giving James ‘permission’ to wet his pants— not that James NEEDED that. He realized that, if James wet his pants, he’d shortly follow suit. But… James was hurting, Ethan couldn’t stand to see him that way. If it would make James feel better to just give up and let his bursting bladder drain onto the floor, then that was what Ethan wanted him to do. “It’s alright,” he said. “Don’t worry…”

Ethan’s ears prickled at the sound of a hiss, and he kissed James again. Poor thing… Had he been waiting for Ethan to tell him it was okay? Holding it back until he’d gotten some reassurance? “There…” he said gently, straining his thighs as a bead of liquid slipped from his tip and warmed his boxers. The sound of James’s bladder breaking was shattering his hold on his own, but he was still trying to keep his flood at bay. “That’s bett—“

“Shit!” Miles exclaimed suddenly, making Ethan jump and lose a long, loud spurt from his bladder. He turned, watching as Miles’s pants rapidly darkened, and a puddle spread out beneath where he was sitting. Ethan turned back, noting that the same thing WASN’T happening to James. James was just squirming and clutching himself, still trying to stave off an accident.

James HADN’T let go as soon as Ethan had told him it was okay to.

“Shit!” Miles repeated, getting up onto his knees, hands over his dick as he doubled over. None of it mattered, though. Pee was pouring out of him, the barrier of his hands didn’t even slow down the rush of his thundering stream. He hadn’t— He hadn’t felt it coming, there was just this bright flash of pain in his middle and then he was pissing. It had all happened in less than a second. “Shit, shit, shit—“

“I—It’s okay!” Ethan said. “Just— It’s okay, l—let it—“ He struggled to move closer to his friend, but that was apparently more than his bladder could handle. His crotch was rapidly saturated as an ocean swept past his floodgates, the torrent of long-held liquid splattered the floor beneath him and, in that moment, all Ethan could feel was relief. He panted and gasped, breathing growing heavier and heavier while the burden drained out of him, cascading in a never-ending waterfall.

It felt… It felt so fucking good… His bladder and holding muscles all still felt so raw, pee-hole still sensitive from all the desperation he’d endured today. The warmth flowing over his crotch, encasing his tender cock, was so… And, and he’d really just broken this time, limits shattered, no way to regain control, his body had made up its mind and forced him to let go whether he wanted to or not.

He registered that he was getting hard as the stream kept flowing forth, and that realization dragged him back to reality. He was soaking his pants in an elevator in front of his partner and his best friend. And the relief was so exquisite that his cock was stiffening up. He returned to his spot beside James, turning to face him, hands again going to his crotch, but this time just to hide the bulge forming there as he kept pissing full-force. He was surprised he was still going with as hard as he’d gotten, and when the last of it seeped out, his dick remained erect.

James, now the only one in the elevator still dry, could clearly see Ethan’s arousal. His black pants were shining with wetness, clinging damply to his skin and highlighting the prominent bulge in his crotch. He forced himself to look away from Ethan and towards Miles. Clearly, Ethan had found some silver-lining to his accident, but Miles probably wouldn’t.

He’d finished and was now just sitting there, totally soaked through. He kept blinking down at himself, trying to overcome the shock that this had even happened to him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but was at a loss for words. “I… I can’t believe I did that…”

“It’s okay,” James tried to assure. “Ethan and I have both had accidents before.” He twitched his legs and crossed them around in the other direction. “I’m probably gonna have another one soon.” He was just as stunned in that moment as Miles was, amazed that his own bladder was still holding up when neither of his friends had been able to handle their desperation. “I can go ahead and wet myself NOW if it makes you guys feel better.”

“Y—You don’t have to,” Miles said, still refusing to meet anyone in the eye.

“Only do that if it would make YOU feel better,” Ethan told him. If you can’t hold it anymore and it hurts, just let it—“

There was a sudden jolt, and the elevator finally began to ascend once more.

“Oh, come on!” Miles complained. “NOW it moves?!”

James had been just about to start peeing, he’d already felt his holding muscles drop and loosen up, but when he realized they were moving again, he tightened everything down and became more determined to make it. He didn’t want to create an even BIGGER mess if there was a suddenly a chance that he’d make it to a toilet in time after all.

He noticed his dripping wet companions both getting onto their feet, so he moved to join them, having to really smoosh his hands against his opening to avoid spilling over in the process. “Mmmmnnnn…” he gritted, teeth clenched.

Ethan’s body still had not managed to calm down, and he too had to keep his hands against his crotch to shield the full extent of what his accident had done to him. Hopefully, it just looked like he was trying to hide his wet spots. Since now it looked like James had a shot at getting out of here dry, Ethan tried his best to encourage him. “You can do it, just a couple more minutes.”

James nodded as he continued to do cringing little hops in place.

Miles, still reeling from his own loss of control, didn’t want James to endure the same thing. “We’re… Almost there,” he said awkwardly.

The elevator doors finally dinged open and James was the first to leap out. Unlike his companions, he was eager to get into the hallway. Ethan and Miles, both embarrassed, were looking forward to it a lot less.

Ethan’s dick had finally softened up. Now that his urine had cooled off, the cold, sticky feeling was far less arousing than the earlier soggy warmth had been. He was looking forward to being able to wash himself off and get changed.

Miles was so ashamed of what he’d managed to do to himself. This hadn’t been like him at all. He NEVER skipped peeing when he had the chance to go, because something like THIS could happen! How could he have allowed himself to get distracted at the airport, especially when both of his friends had been talking about using the toilet at the time.

The hallway was vacant, thankfully, but that didn’t make Miles feel any less embarrassed. He knew now that one of them was going to have to notify an employee about the puddles in the elevator, he thought it was likely that the pants he had on now would remain stained. He was scared that this might happen to him AGAIN someday, now that he knew it could.

He supposed he’d always sort of known that it wasn’t just IMPOSSIBLE for him to wet his pants, but to actually have it happen, to CONFIRM that his bladder wasn’t indestructible, and that enough mistakes could leave him sodden and humiliated…

James had rushed ahead of Miles and Ethan, making it all the way to the door for their room. He now stood in front of it, hopping from foot to foot, uselessly twisting the handle even though he knew it was locked.

“I’m here, I’m here…” Ethan soothed him a moment later. “I’ve got the key…”

Miles couldn’t understand how Ethan was able to just stand there and talk to James like that, as if nothing had happened. As if he weren’t wearing soaked pants having just spectacularly failed to hold his pee.

Ethan opened the door for James and let him rush inside, calmly following after him. He saw James frantically locking himself into the restroom and, a couple seconds later, heard water hissing against water. He sighed with relief— James had made it.

For the first few seconds of James’s release, all he felt was bliss, mixed almost with a bit of pride. He’d actually managed to keep all of this inside until he was at a toilet! He’d really thought an accident was just inevitable, but he’d managed it! But, then he started to feel bad. He hadn’t wet his pants, but BOTH of his friends had. Sure, Ethan wasn’t that broken up over it, but Miles really seemed to be.

James finished peeing and left the restroom. He did nothing to shield the small damp patch that had formed over his crotch— He must have leaked pretty badly at some point in there. He didn’t care if they saw it, he actually wanted them to know that he hadn’t come out of the ordeal totally unscathed.

Ethan’s eyes were drawn to it right away, but he quickly averted his gaze. Miles spotted it as well. “You… Had a little trouble too?”

“Yeah,” James said. “Like I kept saying, I was about to pee myself.” Miles still looked upset, so he added; “I do that a lot. My bladder’s really tiny.” That didn’t seem to cheer Miles up very much, he likely didn’t appreciate the idea that James’s little bladder had outlasted his own. “I bet you’ve never had any accidents before. This time was just the elevator’s fault.”

“No,” Miles said. “I should have gone at the airport.”

James shrugged. “Ethan went at the airport, and he still wet himself.”

“James…” Ethan whined, blushing a little.

“So, you might have done it anyway,” James said. “It’s no big deal.”

Miles nodded, but it still FELT like a big deal to him. He wouldn’t allow anything like this to happen again.

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Written for the Omovember prompt "Peeing Together".

***

Their trip was off to a really rocky start. Following MULTIPLE bouts of severe desperation, Ethan was kind of just AFRAID to leave the hotel room and the toilet it contained. His middle was so sore, his holding muscles rung out and raw. His body needed to recover, and it wouldn’t have the chance to do that if he somehow got himself desperate again.

Miles was more-or-less in shock at what had happened. Even when he peeled off his wet clothes so he could wash off, he still couldn’t believe that he’d actually had an accident. No matter how many times he repeated that moment to himself in his mind, it didn’t feel real.

James, being the only one not in need of a shower, had been sent back downstairs to notify someone about the puddles left in the elevator. When he got back, Ethan and Miles had both changed their clothes. Ethan was tiredly laying on one of the beds, and Miles appeared to be in a state of shock.

James went to him first, “It’s okay,” he said. “I wet myself a lot, it’s no big deal.”

Ethan was going red, covering his face. Doubtless thinking about how many of James’s ‘accidents’ weren’t really accidents.

Miles didn’t respond for a moment, “I have literally NEVER done that before,” he said finally. “Maybe when I was super young, but I can barely remember.”

James frowned. He wasn’t sure how to make Miles feel better. James found he had a harder time actually relating to how Miles must have been feeling. Even when he had a REAL accident, there would still be a part of him that enjoyed it. There would still be the thrill and the excitement of losing control.

Clearly, NO part of Miles had liked the sensation of peeing his pants.

Ethan would probably be better at cheering him up. Ethan was good at things like that, he’d have an easier time of imagining how he’d feel after an accident if it HADN’T gotten him a little turned on. But, Ethan looked totally exhausted. He’d even taken his glasses off and set them aside, like he intended to fall asleep.

James wasn’t too surprised. Ethan had ended up beside himself with desperation three times today. He must have felt like he’d run a marathon. James sat beside him, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t want to be more than five steps from a toilet for the rest of this trip,” Ethan responded.

James rubbed his lower stomach gently, trying to get a read on how sore he was. When he saw his partner flinch, he took the hand away. “Well, we’re still going to the amusement park tomorrow…” he said. “We didn’t come all this way to not end up going.”

Ethan turned onto his side to look at James more clearly. His middle had this weird tugging sensation inside it. It was tingling like it did when he had to pee, but there was no actual pressure behind the feeling. “How did you talk me into this again?”

“It’ll be fun,” James said. “You should feel better tomorrow, too.”

“I hope so,” Ethan said.

They ordered room service for dinner, since Ethan and Miles were both unwilling to leave the room to go eat. James noticed that Miles was unusually wary of his drink. If he were anyone else, James might not have noticed, but he’d developed the habit of watching how much other people drank years ago and had never been able to break it. It always piqued his interest when he noticed someone drinking a lot of water, he just couldn’t help it.

So, Miles barely finishing half of his glass caught his attention as well. That accident had REALLY messed with his head… James wished he knew the right thing to say about it.

They went to bed. Ethan and James shared one of them, and Miles had the other all to himself. When Ethan cuddled against James, he felt bad for Miles again. Miles didn’t have anyone to hug until he felt better.

Ethan woke once in the night to use the toilet, which was unusual for him. Normally, he could sleep straight-through even if he’d had a glass of water right before bed. When he peed, the achy feeling in his middle pulsed harder. Nothing burned or hurt, thankfully, but something just felt really off.

He hoped James was right and that he’d feel better when he got up in the morning.

He didn’t. He was still sore. And he was practically bursting as he got out of bed. He needed to go so bad that he wondered if his middle-of-the-night bathroom trip had just been a dream. He crawled out of bed slowly, but as soon as his feet had hit the carpeted floor, he was running. Something about standing up had awakened his full bladder even further, and he feared he only had a minute or two before a warm dribble started to make its way down his legs.

Unfortunately, when he got to the bathroom door, it was already locked.

James came up beside him, “Miles has been in there a while,” he said. “I had to go next door already ‘cause I couldn’t hold it.”

Miles had been in there long enough for James to go downstairs, get next door, pee, and come all the way back up? Was he alright? Ethan knocked on the door anxiously, “Miles? Everything okay?” He swayed from foot to foot, hearing the shower running.

“Y—Yeah,” Miles called back. “Be out in a minute!”

Ethan nibbled his lip, hitching his hips and palming his crotch for a moment. His bladder was NOT pleased with him. He was getting desperate AGAIN, and subjecting it to the sound of running water! He glanced at the room’s door, debating if he should get dressed and find another bathroom like James had needed to.

He decided to wait a little while longer. With his luck, Miles would finish showering the exact moment Ethan left, so he should just stay here. He sat back down on the bed and held his legs tensely together. He mashed his hands against his lap and gazed at the clock on the shared nightstand.

James sat beside him, “Aww… Does someone need to go?” He asked.

“Ridiculously bad,” Ethan said. His tone was more irritated than it usually was when James teased him. He didn’t mean for it to be, but… For God’s sake, couldn’t his bladder get a little bit of respite?! He was going to ACTUALLY make it explode at this rate.

“I’m sorry…” James said, sensing his partner’s annoyance. “I won’t tease you any. If you want to go downstairs—“

“Honestly, my bladder is so exhausted right now that I don’t think I can walk that far without peeing.”

James tried to ignore the heat that rushed through him at those words. He shouldn’t be getting turned on right now, not when Ethan had been having such a miserable time. But, he couldn’t help it. That admission had just been so hot, Ethan pushed all his buttons even when he REALLY didn’t mean to. “D—Do you want me to get you a bottle…?” He breathed out. “I can get one from the vending machine in the hall.”

That was very tempting. Ethan wouldn’t object to flooding the Hell out of a bottle right now. He’d be willing to pee absolutely anywhere. He was SO sick of being desperate!

But, if Miles came out while he was still using the bottle…

“I—I’m sure it won’t be that much longer,” Ethan said, squirming his ass roughly against the bedsheets. He adjusted his tense grip on himself before jerking his legs together. “Just— Mmmf, gotta…”

James watched him fidget for a few more seconds, then stood. His face was flushed as he went back to the restroom door and knocked.

“I’m fine!” Miles called, his own tone as pinched and frustrated as Ethan’s had been. “Just a minute!”

James shrank back at Miles’s uncharacteristically angry response. “Um… Ethan’s having a real bad emergency…” he said.

He heard Miles muttering, then the shower was switched off and the door opened immediately afterwards. James was a little confused for a second, Miles had gotten dressed awfully fast…

But, Ethan rushed past both of them as soon as he realized the bathroom was available, and then James was able to listen through the door as Ethan released a waterfall and began to moan. Thoroughly distracted from Miles’s odd behavior, James stayed by the door to enjoy Ethan’s breathless sighs of immense relief. His stream hissed so loud that James imagined he was peeing hard enough to peel paint off of a wall. He tried to imagine the relaxed, orgasmic look on Ethan’s face, but had to stop when he became aware of a sudden displacement of blood.

He adjusted his shirt to hide his semi-hard dick as he went back to the bed. It went back down quickly enough now that he wasn’t so close to Ethan’s continuing flood. He turned to the other bed, and now realized that Miles’s hair wasn’t even slightly damp from the shower. His hair was long, no way had it dried off that quickly.

He was sitting strangely too, his knees brought up to his chest, his chin resting atop them. He was rocking slowly back and forth. James assumed he must have still been upset after yesterday, but was still at a loss for how to handle that.

Ethan finally returned from the bathroom, looking far more content. His face was still red, which made James scorch pink as well. “So, amusement park day?” He asked.

“Yeah!” James cheered, beaming.

“… Fine,” Miles said after a moment.

James turned back to him, “You’re not excited anymore?”

“I’m… I’m okay,” Miles said. “Yesterday was just… A lot, I guess.”

“The park will get your mind off of it!” James said. “Right, Ethan?”

“Yeah,” Ethan said. “Having fun will distract you… I mean, it’s okay to still feel embarrassed, of course. But, it’s good to get your mind off of that.” 

“Alright,” Miles said, standing. His legs were shaking, and as they walked out the door, his steps were very tiny, almost hesitant.

Poor Miles… James really hoped the excitement of the park helped him forget all about yesterday.

***

Miles had never been to an amusement park this large before. He’d assumed that the entrance would lead straight into the park, and that what he desperately, DESPERATELY wanted would be close by. But, that wasn’t how it worked out. The entrance led to a small train station, and they would have to ride the train to the actual park.

The train station didn’t have a restroom since people didn’t hang around it for very long. Unfortunately, Miles NEEDED a restroom extremely badly. He was stunned the others hadn’t realized yet. He was fighting to walk, straining to stand upright, and grabbing at his crotch any time he thought he could get away with it. His bladder was full, blisteringly so. His need to release some water was so severe that he was seeing double.
It was even worse than yesterday.

He had never held it for this long before.

The last time he’d urinated had been when he… The last time had been… In the elevator. He hadn’t peed since then. But, not for lack of trying. He’d attempted to go before bed last night like he always had before, but no matter how long he stood there, he couldn’t conjure up a stream. The memory of his soaked pants clinging stickily to his legs weighed heavily on him, and each time he tried to relax his bladder, it just clenched and clamped up instead.

He’d mashed on his bladder, tapped it, turned on the sink to try to convince it to empty… Nothing. He’d tried it standing up and sitting down… Still nothing. Finally, he’d given up and gone to bed still kind of needing release, hopeful that whatever was wrong with him would be gone in the morning.

But, no. He’d spent AGES trying to force out his morning pee… Well, MORE than just his morning pee, if he was being honest with himself. But, the same heavy feelings of stunned embarrassment wrapped around him, shoving a cork into his bladder that he just couldn’t remove. He’d even turned on the shower to see if THAT sound would do the trick, but it hadn’t. When James finally informed him that Ethan couldn’t wait much longer, Miles had given up again.

Now, he was hoping he’d have better luck relieving himself HERE, but so far that wasn’t happening either since there wasn’t a toilet for him to TRY using!

The train arrived quickly enough. Miles sat beside Ethan and James and started to fan his legs in and out. He tried to stop. For the first time in his life, he was too ashamed to have anyone else know that he had to pee. Ordinarily, he didn’t care if someone noticed— In fact, he typically brought it up the first chance he had. If the people around him knew he needed the bathroom, he’d be able to GET to one a whole lot easier.

But, this time it was different. He didn’t want Ethan or James to know he had to pee. It would just remind them both of what had happened yesterday. Besides, they both THOUGHT he’d relieved himself back at the hotel, it was too soon for him to be this desperate again already.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t pee. It was freaking him out, and he just hoped that he’d finally be able to do it at the park.

He’d HAVE to do it there, they intended to stick around there all day. No way could his bladder remain full for that long. It just wasn’t possible.

The train ride was short, and when they got off, James bolted for the map displayed at the station. He immediately started to excitedly list off all the rides he wanted to go on to Ethan. Ethan smiled and shook his head fondly, “I’m sure we’ll have time for all of them, James,” he said. “Pick which one you want first.”

“Hmmm…” James considered. “Okay, I think this one’s the tallest,” he said, gesturing to one spot on the map. “So, if we go on that one, you’ll hold my hand really tight.”

Ethan blushed and glanced around. James was being awfully loud… And flirty… Luckily, no one seemed to be paying them much attention. He looked at the ride James had suggested. Even in the little illustration on the map, he could tell that it would be horrifying. It was a roller coaster that bent straight up into the sky. The label on the map said that it was over four hundred feet, and its top speed was one hundred miles per hour. Once the train reached the very top, it slid back down, moving backwards.

“I think I might BREAK your hand on that one…” Ethan said. “Why do you like terrifying me so much?”

“Because you’re cute when you’re scared,” James said.

“That’s… Comforting.”

“Well, you ARE,” James said. “You get so clingy! It’s adorable!”

“Um—“ Miles came up behind them, fighting not to hop on his toes. “Uh— I think I— I think— I think we should use the bathroom before getting into a line, right?” He finally spat out.

At the mention, James bounced on his heels, “Oh, yeah! I DO have to go,” he said. “Ethan, can we?”

Ethan laughed again. James had seemed fine a moment ago, now he was fidgeting from side to side. “Pfft, did you get so excited that you didn’t notice you had to pee?” Wouldn’t be the first time he’d done that…

James was the one blushing now, “Maybe…” he said. He rubbed his legs together and turned back to the map. He located a restroom and led the way there. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed this pressure before! He’d just been too distracted by everything else. He was glad Miles had reminded him, otherwise he’d be standing in line for a roller-coaster with his bladder throbbing. And then he wouldn’t get to enjoy the feeling of Ethan squeezing his hand if all he could focus on was preventing himself from getting the seat wet!

There was a bit of a line for the restroom, but luckily it moved quickly. James crossed his legs as he waited, his bladder calming down once it was given the additional support. He didn’t care if anyone noticed and could tell that he really needed to go. If squirming made his urgency more bearable, then he’d squirm. Besides, he was used to people staring at him when he was in line for the toilet. His bladder was so small that he ended up jiggling around almost every time he had to wait like this.

Miles DID mind if someone spotted him writhing. As ridiculous as it was, he thought that if he showed his desperation now, everyone would instantly know that he’d had an accident yesterday. Somehow, they’d also work out that he hadn’t been able to relieve himself since then. He refused to let himself fidget, even though the throbs inside his bladder were begging him to do so. He folded his arms, digging his nails into his skin. Sweat began to trickle down the nape of his neck from the strain.

He hadn’t peed in SO long… His thighs were tense, he didn’t dare relax any of the muscles in his pelvic region. He kept his legs pressed together. It was all he could do to keep his ocean at bay without alerting everyone around him that he was bursting. He also couldn’t stop watching James, whom was shifting from foot to foot and running his hands against his thighs nervously. It wasn’t a full blown pee dance, but it was more than Miles was allowing himself to do— Yet, far LESS than Miles’s bladder NEEDED him to do.

Ethan hadn’t needed to go that much when they’d first gotten in line, but he definitely did now. His sore, exhausted muscles were protesting the small amount of liquid that had managed to enter his bladder since they’d left the hotel. He told himself that he was going to pee after each ride they went on— James would doubtless NEED to go that often anyway— He was not taking any chances on his bladder until it had recovered.

When they got to the front of the line, Ethan allowed James to go first once a urinal had opened up. He watched James rush in front of it, bouncing even more urgently as he fumbled his zipper down. He watched James’s expression go from one of nervous discomfort, to one of blissful relief. He really DID look cute with his jaw all slack like that. Ethan reddened, forced to acknowledge the part of himself that wished he had a better view of James at the moment— That the divider between the urinal and the sinks weren’t there and he was able to see James’s stream gush frantically from his tip.

He didn’t realize that he was just standing there, staring, until Miles tapped his shoulder. “Th—There’s another one free now,” he pointed out.

“O—Oh,” Ethan said, blushing harder. Had Miles been able to tell what had distracted him? Had anyone else in the restroom noticed the way his gaze had fixated on his boyfriend at the urinal? In an attempt to save face, he said “Y—Yeah, I…. I have to go so bad that I wasn’t paying attention…” Once the words were out, he didn’t think they made much sense, but he scurried away from Miles and up to the urinal anyway.

He unzipped and let go of his own stream. His bladder still felt a little achy even as he was releasing it. He wondered how long it would take for that to go away. When he and James played a game that resulted in Ethan holding it to the limit, it usually took about a day to recover afterwards. It was probably going to take even longer this time, especially if he ended up having another emergency.

‘That won’t happen,’ he promised himself. ‘You’re gonna be extra careful today.’

Miles caught himself looking longingly at the sinks, imagining himself flooding one of them, by the time a stall finally opened up for him to use. He ran for it, accidentally shaking his bloated bladder enough to draw a wince from his lips. He was glad he’d gotten a stall because the locked door gave him the privacy to double over and jam his hands up against himself. “Ffff…” he hissed between his clenched teeth. He stamped his feet against the tile floor as he shakily yanked down his zipper and turned to the toilet. He HAD to be able to go now— He just HAD to! He needed to pee so much that he almost felt like his bladder was tearing.

He aimed and told his body to unleash the typhoon that had been slamming against his floodgate since yesterday evening. Nothing happened. Miles felt something that he seldom did; Fear. He couldn’t understand what was happening right now. He’d never needed to do something THIS simple SO badly, only for his own body to prevent him. He needed to pee— It was an emergency! Surely it should have been easy to get it all out now that he was at the toilet, right?

It was a natural process, after all. It shouldn’t have taken any effort. It never had before. He’d just unzip, aim, and the flow would start right away. He didn’t even think about it. He didn’t NEED to think about it. It was automatic.

It wasn’t automatic now. His pelvic muscles all felt like they’d been lit ablaze, and he was trying to push against them, to FORCE his liquids out, but that didn’t work. It was like, by holding it until he had an accident, he’d broken everything inside of him. He shuddered, recalling the clammy warmth, the humiliation… And now, apparently, he couldn’t pee anymore. No matter how badly he wanted to!

He was tired of standing with his dick in his hands, so he pulled his pants down the rest of the way and took a seat, hoping that a change in position would make some kind of a difference. It hadn’t back at the hotel…

He clamped his eyes closed and wriggled with immense discomfort. He felt ridiculous, squirming like he was about to pee his pants, when his pants were down around his ankles and there was a toilet bowl right underneath him. His bladder kept cramping, the feeling of the porcelain beneath his thighs provoking it— It KNEW he was on the toilet, it KNEW it was time to go, but it still refused to release.

He rubbed a hand over his middle, inhaling sharply at the pain this prompted. He heard the stall beside his slamming open and shut, heard a zipper being hurriedly yanked down, followed immediately by a furious hissing, splattering eruption of a stream punctuated by a breathless noise of relief. “Ahhh…”

Miles shuddered miserably at the sound, wishing that release were his. His bladder seemed to be twisting within him, burning bright hot, and then… Then, with no warning, liquid started to patter out into the bowl beneath him. Fuuuuck…. It was coming out slowly, hesitantly, just a few little bursts at a time, but he was peeing. Thank God, he was peeing… He felt grateful to the man in the next stall, if he hadn’t let out such a noisy flood, Miles may not have EVER gotten to go.

But, once that man had finished and zipped himself up with another sigh, Miles’s slow release stopped completely. ‘No, no, come on!’ He begged. He still had SO much in him that had to come out! But, his stream refused to resume, and after another minute of straining, he had to give up.

James and Ethan had been waiting for ages already. James REALLY wanted to start going on rides. And Miles had gotten SOME out, he should be able to wait a bit longer now. He’d try again later, maybe he’d be lucky enough to get himself totally emptied then.

Miles stood and pulled up his pants. He couldn’t bring himself to button them, his middle looked disturbingly distended and he didn’t want anything poking there. ‘This is fine…’ he tried to convince himself. ‘You peed a bit, you’ll be okay now.’

***

Miles wasn’t okay.

They were in line for the super tall ride James had been so excited for, and Miles was BURSTING. He shuffled between his feet, unable to stop himself. Ethan and James didn’t seem to notice, and even they did— They THOUGHT he’d peed half an hour ago! They had no reason to think he was desperate again now.

But, fuuuuck, he was so desperate! He kept palming at his crotch any time his friend’s were distracted. Luckily, that was often. Ethan couldn’t stop looking at the ride and mumbling to James about how much he DIDN’T want to go on it, and James couldn’t stop poking his side and reminding him that he’d keep him safe. This would then make Ethan blush, which would prompt James to flirt with him more…

They were, thankfully, too focused on each other to notice that Miles was currently dying to release some pressure. Even if they DID notice, what would he say? They’d just tell him to go to the bathroom, that they’d save his spot in line. And that would do no good, because Miles couldn’t GO.

That thought was at once comforting and very terrifying. Comforting because, at least, it meant he wouldn’t have an accident even though it really FELT like he was going to. And terrifying because, well, how long could he possibly ENDURE this much agony? What was he going to do if this got much worse and he STILL couldn’t empty his bladder? Was he going to need to go to the hospital?

‘Sorry, guys… Gotta leave the park early. I’ve forgotten how to pee and so now I need to go to the emergency room,’ he thought bitterly.

The ride sucked. The restraints were tight, and latched over Miles’s brimming bladder, practically strangling the thing. His sphincters burned as a great weight mashed against them. He thought for a second that he was going to leak, but nothing happened. He was actually disappointed when no warmth seeped into his boxers, he would have appreciated the confirmation that he was still CAPABLE of urinating.

Then, when they were launched forwards, shooting from zero to one hundred miles per hour in under five seconds, the restraints pulled even harder against his screeching abdomen. Once again, he felt like he was about to let go of some dribbles, only for the sensation to fade just as quickly as it had appeared. 

Ethan was gripping James’s hand tighter than he ever had before. He’d expected that he’d start screaming once they were moving, but instead he was basically catatonic and couldn’t make a sound. His body was trembling as they careened up into the sky. Nothing keeping him in place but the restraints and his firm grip on James. He could barely register how clammy his palms were, the way he was dripping sweat against James’s skin.

When they reached the very top, they dangled there for a second. Ethan was looking straight down— Over 400 feet!— Straight down at a vast expanse of rock hard pavement. Ethan suddenly felt something ELSE dripping out of him. A damp spot of heat building between his legs. He didn’t notice until they were going back down— Now moving BACKWARDS— And it still took him a few seconds to register that he was STILL going. He clamped his thighs together, staunching the flow, but now he had to PEE worse than— Worse than he’d EVER had to pee before in his entire life! Worse than ANY time he’d gotten caught short! Worse than ANY game he and James had played! Worse than ALL of the previous day’s emergencies combined! OhGodOhGodOhGod!! He was going to explode! He had to go! He had to fucking go! He needed a toilet NOW!

The ride came to a stop, and Ethan stumbled off on wobbly legs as soon as he was able. A few more spurts exited his suddenly RUPTURING bladder as he walked, and he mashed his hands against his trembling opening.

James scampered up beside him, “Awww, poor Ethan” he said. “I think he actually DID start breaking my hand, a few more seconds and he would have—“

“Bathroom,” Ethan interrupted, his voice was shaking as much as the rest of him was.

“H—Huh?”

“I NEED to pee, James,” Ethan said. “It’s— Fuck, it’s an emergency. I’m not gonna make it…” He doubled over. “I— I think I got too scared, I’m about to— Go.”

James rubbed his back, “You’ll make it,” he said. “And, I won’t take you on any more scary rides, okay?”

“O—Okay…” Ethan huffed out. “Th—That’s g—good. I can’t do that again…”

“Thank you for doing this one with me,” James said.

“Well… I kn—know I’m cute when I’m scared…” Ethan told him.

“Heh…”

Miles came up beside them. He too had been limping and struggling to walk. “Ethan…” he managed. “A—Are you a—alright?”

“He just has to go pee really bad, that’s all,” James said. “I think I know where we can find a bathroom without a line, come on, it’s not that far…”

Miles hoped it wasn’t. He was BEYOND ready to try again. His midsection hurt so bad, he couldn’t take it anymore. He followed after his friends, pausing to bounce on his feet or adjust his fly every so often. It wasn’t a big deal, since Ethan had to stop just as frequently to wrench back a bit of control over his bladder.

James led them to one of the park’s restaurants. There was a bathroom in the back, and it didn’t have a line. He’d assumed it wouldn’t, most people only thought to go into the restaurants when they were hungry, not when they had to pee.

Ethan rushed ahead of his friends and pushed open the door. By the time James had caught up, Ethan was already flooding one of the two urinals, gasping breathlessly. His face was the picture of relief, and his stream was so loud it was echoing.

“Ahhhh….” Ethan moaned, lost in the euphoria of his release. Every nerve and synapse he had was being flooded with an exquisite pleasure which left him weak at the knees. An orgasmic shiver tore up and down his spine, making him shake from head to toe.

James had to pee, too, but now he was hard. REALLY hard. Way too hard to go. And way too hard to be somewhere that left him visible to other people. He dashed into a stall and locked himself inside it to wait for his body to settle down.

He knew that it WOULDN’T until Ethan had finished, though, which was obviously going to take a while. Poor thing was letting out an entire ocean… James hadn’t known that fear made Ethan fill up like that. He decided to file that little factoid away for later use. Maybe a nice, long horror movie marathon with tons and tons of water was in order.

He heard the door to the restroom open again as Miles entered. Miles took the other stall and James listened to him unzip. He never intended to do this to anyone other than Ethan, but he was never able to stop himself from listening in when people peed near him.

Except… Miles wasn’t peeing.

When James glanced down beneath the gap in the stall, he saw Miles was just shuffling around in front of the toilet, clearly desperate.

Why wasn’t he peeing?

Did Miles like holding it sometimes, too?

When he heard Miles whimper, he sounded much too miserable for that to be the answer.

Ethan finally finished at the urinal, and once he’d washed his hands and left, the restroom was silent.

James’s erection faded quickly now that Ethan had stopped pushing all of his buttons, and he really DID have to pee… The toilet was right there behind him.

But, Miles still wasn’t going, and that struck him as odd. Concerning, even.

“Miles…?” James asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” Miles snapped. “I’m great!”

James’s shoulders stiffened. Miles NEVER got angry… “Are you sure?”

“James, just—“ Miles huffed out a breath. “Leave, alright?”

“But, I still have to go…” James said. He was starting to get desperate. Listening to Ethan pee, and spending so much time in a bathroom, had gotten his bladder throbbing.

“I still have to go!” Miles exclaimed. “I— I haven’t— I can’t!”

“Huh…?”

“I haven’t peed since… Since the elevator,” Miles said. “James, I… I have to go SO fucking bad it hurts, and I can’t do it!”

James bit his lip. That sounded bad! It had been almost an entire day! James had NEVER made Ethan wait that long, that was dangerous! His own bladder gave another aggressive nudge, and he hitched his hips against the spasm.

The toilet was RIGHT there… He squirmed his feet, toes wriggling anxiously in his shoes. He reached for his zipper, but stopped. It would be mean to Miles…“Why can’t you go? Is your zipper stuck?” He felt stupid for asking that question, he’d HEARD Miles unzip his pants already.

“No,” Miles said. “I’m trying, it won’t come out.”

James thought about some of the things he’d read in Ethan’s psychology books. “You have Paruresis?”

“… What?”

“The shy bladder thingy,” James said. “You can’t go if people are near you. Is that why you need me out?”

“I’ve never— I’ve never had this happen before,” Miles said. “I don’t think that’s it… I kinda got some of it out earlier since I could hear someone else going… Dunno why that worked.”

“Oh,” James said. “I have to go real bad now, so you can listen to me. I don’t mind.”

Miles said nothing.

James felt a chill enter his body. That was probably a really strange thing to say…

“You’re sure? It’s not gonna weird you out?”

“It won’t,” James promised. “Can I? I really need to!”

“Yeah, go,” Miles said. “I’ll try anything at this point.”

James eagerly yanked down his zipper and aimed. Instantly, his stream emerged. “Phew…” he sighed. “That’s SO much better!”

For the first couple seconds, all Miles felt was envy and the pulsating, throbbing misery of his never-ending desperation. But, once James had spoken and vocalized his relief, for some reason THAT made Miles’s own body unclench. He was peeing— Finally! And not just the aching, rough spurts he’d managed earlier, he was letting go of a nice, strong jet. “Ahhhhh…” he moaned. He’d never felt such intense satisfaction while urinating before. He was a little dazed from how good it felt. He hadn’t known the simple act of emptying his bladder could feel like a fucking orgasm, but apparently it could.

James finished first, zipping himself up and exiting the stall for the sinks. “You okay now, Miles?”

“Yessss…” Miles sighed out. “Thank you…”

“Yay! I helped!” James beamed as he washed his hands off.

Miles finally finished and came out of the stall. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I know that was just… Weird.”

“It’s fine,” James said. “I just want you to feel better.”

“I do,” Miles said. “I really, REALLY do…”

The rest of the day went much more smoothly. Ethan stayed off the tall rides, so he didn’t get scared into nearly pissing his pants again. And, the next time Miles had to go, his bladder didn’t lock up. He didn’t know what James had done, what about the things he’d said had done it, but somehow he’d fixed everything.

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