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Tyler doesn’t know why he agreed to this. He had just finished his third glass of water and Josh is kneeling in front of him, buttoning the skinny jeans that are way to small for him tightly against his bladder. Fuck he already has to pee. “H-How long do I have to hold it for?” he asks Josh, who is standing up, pulling Tyler pants taunt against his waist.
Josh smirks. “Until I say so,” he says, kissing him. Tyler smiles pathetically, already regretting everything about this. “I mean, you can always go before that. But not in the toilet.” Tyler lets out a small whimper and shakes, pressing his thighs together. But Josh yanks his legs apart. “Not yet,” he says.
His boyfriend leads him to their room, Tyler walking slowly. He lays him on the bed and Tyler groans, reaching down to his crotch. “I-I don’t think this is good idea, Josh,” he says as Josh climbs on top of him.
Hesitantly, Josh lowers himself onto his abdomen and Tyler groans. “What was that, babe?”
Tyler desperately closes his legs. Maybe if I don’t think about it so much, it won’t hurt so much. He breaths deeply and focuses on Josh leaning down to press kisses to his neck. Within a few moments, he's pulling Josh closer and giving him a deep kiss. Josh looks at him confused and sits up. “What are you doing, Tyler? I though you had to… Pee.”
This causes Tyler to shudder as Josh bounces on him slightly. “Come on, babe. Can’t I have a little break?” Tyler asks, pressing his hand to his crotch.
Josh shakes his head, shoving Tyler’s own palm into his bladder. “I’m in control today. Remember?”
Oh god, why do I have to pee so bad?
“I don’t think you have to go enough. Maybe we should have another glass of water, yeah?” Tyler shakes his head rapidly. “Stay here, baby boy,” he says, forcefully getting up, leaning on his lower stomach.
“Ohh,” Tyler whimpers as Josh leaves the room. As soon as he’s gone, Tyler presses he legs together and grabs at his crotch, moaning. “OK, come on, Tyler… You can… Ah!” he bladder contracts at he hears Josh pouring water into a glass. “Oh, fuck. I-I c-c-can’t-“
“What did you say, babe?” Josh asks, walking back into the room, a full glass of water in his hand.
Tyler snaps his hand away from his pants, but squeezes his legs together. “Josh… I-I think I’ve had enough water,” he begs him, shutting his eyes tightly.
“I don’t know, Ty. I think just a few more glasses-“
“A few!?” Tyler interrupts, his body going into a wave of panic. “N-No, please, Josh. Ju-Just one more.”
Josh chuckles and walks towards him, purposely sloshing the glass of water around. Tyler groans as he sits down, he bladder bouncing. “Do as I say,” he says, his smile fading and Tyler lets a out a small whimper, taking the glass of water in his hands and staring at it.
The water bounces around and his bladder convulses, forcing him to shove his hand in between his legs. Without thinking about it, he drinks the water down quickly in one go, feeling his bladder expanding as he does.
Once he’s done, he shoves the glass at Josh and sticks his hand back by his dick. “Fuck, Josh,” he says. “I-I-I-“
Josh rips his hand away and pushes him down onto the bed, grinding his hard dick into Tyler’s bladder. He kisses all along his neck and continues grinding into him. Tyler starts shaking, desperately trying to get his hands out of his boyfriends grip. “J-Josh,” he begs. “I-I really hafta go,” he whines practically crossing his legs under his boyfriend.
“What was that, baby boy?” he asks, running his hand down to the start of his bladder. Tyler shivers under his touch and holds his breath. “Do you like that?” Gently, Josh starts to apply pressure and Tyler moans, ripping his hands away from Josh and shoving them in his crotch.
“Ahh… Josh,” He starts to bounce, trying to move Josh’s hands away from his full bladder. “P-Please… I-I’ll do any-anything if you le-let me go cause I-I-I-“ Tyler gasps as he feels a spurt come out.
Josh reaches down and removes Tyler’s hand, replacing it with his own. Tyler continues to moan and Josh just gives him light squeezes. He doesn’t want him to give up now. “Come on, baby boy. Hold it just a little longer, alright?”
Tyler notices the softness and calms down, letting his boyfriend take control of keeping him under control. “Besides, if you keep holding it… Someone might get a little surprise.” Tyler smiles lightly, still focusing heavily on keeping everything in. He could do this a little longer for Josh.
Eventually, Josh gets up and Tyler feels a wave of relief hit him. He rolls over, clutching his crotch and bringing his knees close to his chest. Josh lets him sit like this, knowing that the longer he can hold himself, the longer he’ll last.
But Josh can’t wait any longer. He pulls him up and makes him stand. He notices the button of Tyler’s jeans tightly holding his bladder and he smiles. He brings him close, pressing his hands between his thighs. They’re shaking and Josh barely holds back his own moan of pleasure. “You’re killing me here, Josh,” Tyler says weakly, hanging almost limply in his arms.
Josh just smirks at him, kneeling down in front of him and slowly undoing his pants. Once the immediate pressure if off his bladder, Tyler sighs and this almost makes him want to button them tighter. He very tentatively pulls his pants down and presses a firm hand to his boyfriends over full bladder. “You didn’t say you have to take a piss,” he says jokily. Tyler chuckles, but groans as he does. Apparently, he’s too full for jokes.
That’s when Josh leans in, pressing a small kiss on his abdomen. Tyler’s whole body shudders and Josh can tell he’s barely holding it back. He puts a little more omph in the kiss. “J-Josh,” he gasps, working his way around his head and holding himself.
Gently, Josh continues to almost “make out” with his boyfriends sensitive bladder. The whole time Tyler is shuddering, moaning Josh’s name. “I gotta go so bad,” he whispers, probably to himself, but Josh pushes a little harder into Tyler. “Fuck, Josh, I’m fucking losing it here,” he says, rocking back and fourth on the balls of his feet.
Josh finally pulls away and Tyler bends forward slightly, holding himself and squirming. “Just a little longer,” Josh whispers into his ear.
Tyler grimaces. “P-Please, Josh. I really, mhm, don’t think I-I can,” he manages, gripping his crotch. Another spurt escaped and Tyler quickly covers it with his hands. “Je-Jesus,” he moans.
Again, Josh smirks and pulls his hands away from in between his legs. “Come on, baby boy. I thought we made a deal.” Tyler lets out a pathetic whimper when a sudden urge hits him directly in the bladder.
“Oh, fuck,” he says under his breath. He feels Josh rest his hand against his bladder again and he starts shaking. “I-I can’t,” he says.
Then Josh does the worst.
He squeezes his bladder, digging his fingers into it and Tyler feels the worst urge and almost screams. He feels him twists his bulging bladder and he spurts helplessly. “Josh! Fucking stop!” he sobs, shoving his hands in between his legs. “I-I don’t wanna… D-Do this anymore.”
Immediately, Josh retracts his hand and stands, placing his hand over Tyler’s. “Baby boy, look at me,” he says. Tyler does, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I never meant to hurt you, baby. I’m so sorry,”
Tyler just nods before saying, “C-Can you…” he trails off.
“Yeah, I can,” he responds, already knowing what he’s going to say. They hobble to the bathroom, Tyler holding his crotch and Josh’s hands holding along with him. When they reach the bathroom, Tyler feels another powerful urge as he sees the toilet.
“F-Fuck,” he hisses. “I-I-I-“
“Come on, Tyler. You’re almost there.”
That’s all the motivation Tyler needs before he wrestles out of Josh’s grip and races to the toilet, letting out a loud stream into the toilet. He moans, a lot louder than he needs to, and looks over Josh. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he says.
Josh chuckles and glides over to him, kissing him even though his boyfriend is still letting his internal flood out. “Ditto,”
After Tyler is done and feels oddly refreshed and he gives Josh a look and asks, “So when’s my turn?”
Laughing, Josh shakes his head. “Not for a while, baby boy,” he says, resting his hand on his now empty bladder. “I have a feeling it won’t be long before you have to go again.”
“Oh, come on, J. You’re really going to make me go through all that again?”
Chuckling, Josh kisses him roughly. “Definitely,”