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Jimmy was lying on his back on Gary’s bed, fully dressed in a hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. He’d been holding his piss since the middle of the afternoon, and now, hours later, he was in absolute agony.
His bladder felt like a rock-hard balloon stretched to its limit. Every tiny movement sent sharp pressure through his lower belly. A constant, throbbing ache pulsed between his legs, he was sweating, thighs pressed tightly together, one hand subtly pressing down on his crotch.
“Gary… I’m not joking,” Jimmy whimpered, voice strained. “I’m literally about to piss myself. I need to get up—”
Gary was lying on his side right next to him, propped up on one elbow while his other arm was wrapped against Jimmy's waist from behind. Instead of letting Jimmy move, he slid his hand under Jimmy’s hoodie and placed his warm palm firmly on the swollen bulge of his bladder. “Stay,” Gary whispered, voice low and soothing. “Just a little longer.”
He started massaging it. Slow, deep, firm circles right over the painfully full bladder. The pressure was intense. Jimmy’s breath hitched sharply as Gary’s hand pressed and kneaded the taut, overfilled organ. “Ah— Gary—” Jimmy gasped, legs twitching. The sensation was overwhelming — a horrible mix of pressure and something dangerously close to pleasure.
Every rub made his bladder spasm violently. His cock was slowly starting to fill out on his boxers, twitching with every press. Gary kept going, pressing harder, feeling the sheer weight and fullness under his palm.“God, you feel like you're full,” Gary murmured with a smirk. “I can feel how hard and heavy it is… like you’re gonna burst any second.”
Jimmy’s breathing turned into short, desperate pants. His face was flushed dark red, sweat beading on his forehead. The urge was unbearable now. He could feel the piss right at the tip, threatening to flood out.“I can’t— I’m gonna piss— Gary please—” His voice cracked into a broken whine.
Gary leaned closer to Jimmy in the bed, casually pressing his own hard cock against Jimmy's back. Jimmy felt it, but when he tried to open his mouth to complain, the only sound he could make was a whimper.
While doing so, Gary pressed down hard on Jimmy's bladder.
That was the final straw.
Jimmy’s eyes widened in panic as his control shattered completely. A hot, quick spurt shot into his boxers, immediately soaking through the fabric. Then another. And another. Until he couldn’t stop it.
A loud, hissing sound filled the room as Jimmy completely pissed himself. Hot piss flooded his pants, the dark wet patch spreading rapidly across the front and down between his thighs. The fabric grew warm and heavy, urine soaking through and pooling underneath his ass on the sheets.“Shit—!” Jimmy moaned in humiliated relief, unable to stop the powerful stream. The wet heat kept spreading, running down the back of his thighs and soaking into the mattress. The sharp smell of piss rose between them.
Gary kept massaging his bladder the entire time, helping push every last drop out as Jimmy helplessly soaked himself. The sound of piss spraying into already-wet fabric was loud and continuous. When Gary spoke, his voice was thick with arousal. “Look at you, pissing your pants like a desperate little boy. Feel how warm it is? How wet you’re getting?”
Jimmy could only whimper pathetically, his eyes squeezing shut from embarrasment as the last spurts tapered off, leaving him lying in a warm, soaked mess.
His beige pants were drenched, clinging to his skin, the dark wet stain stretching from his crotch all the way down to his knees. Gary finally pulled his hand away and gently rubbed Jimmy’s soaked crotch instead, feeling the warmth and wetness with obvious delight.“You're so pathetic,” he murmured, though his voice lacked venom. He kissed Jimmy’s burning cheek, while Jimmy just covered his face with both arms, mortified beyond words.