I'm heading to the library's restrooms when I hear a shout from behind me. "Hey, nerd!" Oh, no. I know that voice. I slowly turn around to face Harry Portman, the school's biggest bully. He has two of his big, dumb friends with him.

"Harry," I say, crossing my legs casually, "can't you give me a break? Just for today?"

He pauses, as if he's considering it. He turns to his friends and asks, "Whataya think, boys? Should we leave our favorite little friend alone today? Both boys grunt and shake their heads. I never hear those two talk.

Harry shrugs and grabs my shoulders. One of his bodyguards shoves a stack of books into my hands. "I expect all of my homework done for tomorrow, brat, and I better get a B or better on all of it!"

"No," I say.

He turns to me with a look of shock on his face. "No?"

"No. I'm tired of you, Harold, and I'm not doing your homework anymore."

Harry grabs me roughly and I drop the books. He shoves me into a storage closet, locking the door behind me. How long are they gonna keep me here?

Meanwhile, I still have to pee. I waited for about an hour before because I wanted to get my work done. Now that mistake is coming back to haunt me. I sit crosslegged on the floor, sighing in defeat.

"What was that?" a girl's voice asks. She walks into the light, confused. I tell her what happened and ask what she's doing in here. "I was getting something for the librarian. Are we stuck in here?"

"It appears so," I answer. The girl sits in front of me in a pretzel position.

"I'm Sally," she says.

I hold out my hand. "Matty." She smiles and shakes my hand. She's pretty.

I am shocked out of my trance by a pulsing in my lower abdomen. I wince and change positions. "What's wrong?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Nothing. Don't worry about it." She smiles. We talk for twenty more minutes. I feel a stabbing pain in my bladder and gasp, earning me a strange look from Sally.

"Are you sure you're okay, Matty?" she asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I assure her. I look at my phone. We've been in here for half an hour already?

My bladder continues to remind me of its fullness. I groan quietly and begin to rock back and forth again.

"Matty, something's wrong!"

"I told you, I'm fine!" my sentence comes out angrier than it should have. A look of hurt crosses her face. "Sorry," I say sheepishly.

My bladder pulses. I suck in air through my teeth and put my hands on my hips. I really, really need to go. Sally looks me over curiously, but doesn't say anything more. I try to keep the pee dancing to a minimum but I can't help it.

I continue to fidget, rubbing my thighs, changing positions. "Matty!" I jump at the sound of her voice, and leak. I quickly give myself a squeeze, subtly so she doesn't see.

She continues, "What is wrong?"

"I... I-it's nothing, okay?"

She notices my stuttering. "Why are you talking like that? Are you sick or something?" Her voice is full of concern and curiosity.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm f-" Before I can finish my sentence, a major urge hits me and I straighten up and tighten my already crossed legs.

"You're not, Matty, you don't sound fine at all!"

"I just..." She gives me a look that says 'Continue, or I'll make you.' I sigh. "I have to, um..." This is embarrassing.

I see the exact moment she realizes what's going on. Her mouth forms into an 'O' shape. "Ohhhh, you have to..." Her eyes trail down to my still crossed legs.

"Yeah..."

She relaxes. "Is that it?"

"Y-yeah?" I say, confused by her reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll let us out soon," she comforts me.

"I hope so... I really have to go bad." Realizing what I just said, I rush to recover. "I mean, not that bad..."

"How badly, then?" she asks.

"Um..."

"Never mind. You don't have to tell me," she says. I look down at the floor awkwardly. I was really feeling it now. Another twinge, followed by another leak, makes me stand up quickly. Pain shoots through my full bladder. I cross my legs and double over, making a sound like "oooh" and then stand back with my hands on my waist.

"Uh, Matty?"

"I really have to go..."

"...I can see that," she says. I groan. It's getting painful. I can't help but bounce up and down. Sally sees that I'm getting desperate and starts banging on the closet door and slamming her body weight against it.

"Sally, stop, you're gonna hurt yourself," I I say.

"I'm hurting myself?" she retorts. I cringe. "I'm just trying to help," she tells me softly, "You're obviously in pain..."

I feel my control slipping. A spurt of urine makes its way into my underwear. This time I have to grab my crotch to stop it.

Now Sally's yelling, "Let us out, you fucktards!"

I can't help but laugh at her insult. It turns out that the muscles you need to relax in order to laugh affect the ones you need to hold in your pee. A long stream wets the front of my jeans. I desperately grab at my dick to keep from leaking any more, and I begin to rock back and forth on my heels, not letting go.

It was so bad now, I felt I had to give up my calm(ish) façade. I cross my legs and hold on tight, bouncing up and down, shuffling my feet, wiggling my torso, doing anything to help me hold.

I can't take it anymore.

"Oh! Um... maybe I could... find something for you to... go... in."

"Oh, crap. Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did," she clarifies. Well, shit. I can't even control what comes out of my mouth anymore.

My bladder is painful. It feels like a solid ball inside me, desperately trying to make its way out. Meanwhile, Sally searches furiously for something for me to piss in. I grip myself so hard it hurts, but I don't let go for fear that I would flood the small closet.

"I can't find anything..." Sally says, looking me over. With my legs crossed as tightly as humanly possible, doubled over with my hands buried in my crotch, I must be quite a sight. I shake like a leaf, sweating from effort and almost to the point of crying.

"Um," Sally clears her throat. "I won't judge you if you... you know."

I take that as permission. With tears clouding my vision, I remove my shaking hands from my crotch.

It starts as a trickle. Soon I am going full-force, tipping my head back and moaning in relief. My knees give out and I fall against the wall and slide down into my own growing puddle. I am vaguely aware of Sally taking a step back.

When I finish after what seems like ten minutes but is actually only one or two, my face is probably bright red. "I couldn't hold it..." I say quietly. I stand up and look down at my mess. My jeans are wet all the way down to my ankles, the front is completely soaked. The puddle spreads out almost to Sally's shoes.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault," she assures me. And that's when Harry and his two goons open the door. At least one of them had been outside the whole fucking time. All three are laughing like maniacs at the sight of me. I feel Sally grab my hand. "Let's go," she says softly. I'm too stunned to pull away, even though my hand is slightly damp.

I hear a click and see a flash. Sally quickly turns around, grabs Harry's phone, and deletes the picture before throwing the device on the floor and rushing me away.

"Th-thank you," I whisper. She just smiles.

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