I tugged at the ropes around my wrists again, but the bastard really knew how to tie a knot.

If it were merely a matter of time, I had plenty of that – the train ride to Blind Gulch was a long one even with the fastest steam locomotives at the front, and we didn't have that luxury. I found that out going on the trail of Avyan, trying to bring him back to the sheriff's office on public indecency and prostitution charges. But lady luck is a fickle bitch, and she had seen to it that I was the one heading back home with my hands tied behind my back, rather than the bird leaning by the cabin door watching me.

Smug bastard. He wore an eyepiece, like half of a pair of goggles, over his right eye, held in place with a leather strap going around his head. A mix of dark and light teal feathers covered most of his body, with bare yellow legs and a beak that had a black tip. His crest was a lighter yellow, and the only other thing he was wearing was a plain white shirt. His circumcised cock hung between his legs, and he was making sure to stand such that it was on full display so that I couldn't look at him without seeing it.

It was still more than I had: after surprising me when I tried to take him down and bashing me on the back of the head, I came to already tied up and stripped naked, being hauled into a train car. I'd make a valuable hostage, and while that whore is many things, stupid ain't one of them. So it was that I had to sit naked in the cabin we had to ourselves, my orange scales chafing against the seat, lizard tail tied up against my back so I couldn't use it either. I had nothing to do but switch between glaring at him over my muzzle and finding something else to look at so I didn't have to have his dick in my line of sight.

But I mentioned how long the ride is, didn't I? And I don't know how long I was out for after he knocked me out cold. But what I definitely knew was that the shot of liquid courage I'd had at the saloon before heading out, plus the drinks from earlier, were all wanting to get out, and they were getting more and more insistent about it. At least he hadn't tied my legs, so I could keep them pressed together; I didn't need another man staring at my dick on top of everything else, and especially not him.

He was keeping a close eye on me anyway, and it didn't take him long to notice my shifting and shuffling about in my seat. "Having a problem over there, buddy?" he asked me in a taunting tone.

"No," I grumbled. The last thing I needed was him getting on my nerves about it. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Don't look like 'nothing' to me," he remarked. "Are those ropes too tight for the little ol' Sheriff?"

I frowned. He wasn't stupid, he'd never fall for that old trick. "Would you even loosen them if I asked?"

"Maybe, maybe. Suck my cock and I'll think about it."

"Fuck you," I grumbled.

"Your place or mine?" he quipped back at me. "Actually, it'll be yours, since that's where we're headed..."

I gritted my teeth and didn't respond, testing the ropes again, but they still held strong. I looked out the window at the sand, cacti, and the distant rocky outcroppings the train was going past. We were out in the middle of nowhere. Even if I somehow managed to escape, I'd be a set of sun-bleached bones long before getting back to civilization. Didn't even have any way to carry water if I found an oasis...

I pressed my legs together again to stave off the pressure in my bladder, shifting and squirming in my seat. Damn it, why did I have to think about water? And how far were we from Blind Gulch?

"Are you sure you don't have a problem there, buddy?" Avyan asked me again.

"Don't call me that," I grumbled defiantly. "I ain't your buddy."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," he said in a mocking voice.

"Or that."

"I can call you my bitch if that's what you'd prefer..."

I inhaled deeply through my nose to calm down. He was trying to rile me up, no doubt for his own amusement. "Whatever, I don't care that much," I muttered dismissively.

"Heh. Whatever you say, partner," he said with a low chuckle, and I rolled my eyes. This wasn't over. Eventually I'd get my hands on him and throw him in a cell where he belonged.

Another few minutes passed with only the chuffing of the train's engine and the rattling of the tracks under the wheels in the background. I doubted I'd get a straight answer, given that Avyan was anything but straight, but I asked anyway: "How far away are we?"

He gave me a smirk, as much as a bird could anyway. "Eager to get your bitch ass paraded around town naked, are you?"

"Not in the slightest," I growled. "I just want to get this over and done with."

Another deep chuckle came from him, and I clenched my hands, imagining I was throttling him. "Well, I haven't been keeping track, but we haven't stopped at Cattlebranch Canyon yet, so we're at least a couple hours away..."

I groaned inwardly, and only exhaled as an outward sign of my annoyance. Fuck. There was no way I'd be able to hold myself for that long. No, that was no way to think. I could do it! It was just a matter of willpower. I could hold it, surely. I'm a grown adult, I wasn't going to piss myself. Or so I told myself, anyway.

However, thinking about it made it worse; I felt a tension in my lower body and a brief pain, squirming in my seat, pressing my legs together again. It was no longer just to stop him from getting off to staring at me, but now it was a necessary step to avoiding making my seat wet.

"Are you suuuuuuuure-" he began, and I glared at him.

"Yes, I'm sure," I interrupted sharply. Even though I was anything but – how was I supposed to get out of this one? For that matter, could I even trust his answer that we were still hours away from our destination? He wasn't lying about the intermediate stop, I knew that much, but I hadn't kept track of how long it took on the way over either...

He just folded his arms and leaned on the wall by the door with a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face. Cocky bastard. I started to rock back and forth a little in my seat, shifting my legs, and staring out the window again to try and take my mind off of how full my bladder was. But it was an impossible task at this point, as every minute or so I'd feel another pang of desperation, making me squirm again, legs held together tightly. I hadn't had to piss this bad in a long time...

I glanced back at Avyan, who was visibly checking me out. He knew, I was sure of it – not that I was being subtle about shifting and wriggling about in my seat. Fuck it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Okay, fine," I admitted, "I've gotta take a leak. Are you going to let me?"

"Sure," he agreed, and I raised an eyebrow. There had to be a catch. "Of course, I can't risk you trying to escape, so I'll have to keep your hands tied..."

"Okay," I concurred, but he kept talking, waving one feathery hand in a flamboyant manner.

"...which means it'll fall to me to be the one to keep you on-target," he elaborated, leaning forward and giving me a smug look. "It might be a bit tight in there, so I'd have to press up against your back, while reaching around and holding your dick for you while you piss..."

I couldn't help but shudder. There was a catch, all right.

"...but I'm SURE a strong, confident, mean son-of-a-gun like you is secure enough in his sexuality that he won't mind another man's hand on his cock, hmm?"

Suddenly the concept of wetting my seat didn't seem so bad. But I could hold it, no matter how uncomfortable it got. I gritted my teeth and took a breath to keep calm, but he was doing everything right to rile up my temper. "Never mind, I can hold it," I grumbled aloud, "I ain't gonna let some whore feel me up."

"Damn bro, that's harsh!" he protested with mock offense, lowering his voice a little as he continued, "I'd be doing it for free, so I wouldn't be a whore."

I glared and grimaced, from a combination of irritation at him, and another, stronger pang of need in my lower body. Not only was I pressing my legs together, I was rubbing them back and forth; it was uncomfortable, but so was the desperation I was staving off. I was between a rock and a hard place, that was for sure. But it would be a cold day in the desert before I'd let him indulge his sick fantasies on me. "Not a chance."

"Ohh, I see where you're comin' from," Avyan suddenly said, "Can't piss with a hard-on, and having me in there with you would-"

"Fuck off," I growled.

But Avyan was unphased, and just gave a little chuckle. "It's rude to interrupt someone when they're talking, partner. As I was saying, I've got you figured out! It makes perfect sense why you followed me halfway across the country to break into my bedroom! If you wanted my services that badly, bro, you only had to ask. I won't break your bank, just your ass."

For emphasis, he put one leg up on the seat opposite me to flaunt his cock and balls to me, and I glowered and turned away so I didn't have to look at him. "Get that out of my face."

"Don't worry about it bro, I can bottom if you're willing to pay for it," he teased, and I groaned in annoyance. "But what are you going to do? You must have a bladder of steel if you think you can hold it all the way to West River. Or was it Great Falls we were headed to? No, it was Silver Rapids, where the waters run clear..."

I grimaced as he started talking about water, closing my eyes. I almost felt myself leak, but only by leaning forward a bit and crossing my legs tightly was I able to stop anything from escaping me. I hated to admit it, but he was right: there was no way I could hold it that long. He'd never hear it from my mouth, though.

"Well," he went on, "you're putting on a pretty good show for me, buddy, so don't let me stop you." With apprehension, I glanced over, and saw he wasn't lying: he already was half-hard. I looked away and shook my head. Could this situation get any worse?

"So you're just going to make me wet myself?" I asked.

"Nah, bro. YOU are the one making you wet yourself. I offered you a perfectly workable way out of the situation, but you said – and I quote – 'Never mind, I can hold it.' If you've gone and changed your mind, the toilet is at the end of the carriage, and we can go for a walk together..."

"Never," I said firmly.

"Your loss, buddy," he replied in an overly cheerful voice.

He went quiet, as did I, and I fought a valiant battle. I bounced in my seat. I shifted my legs back and forth, raising one while lowering the other, much like I would be doing if I were standing up to hold my bladder. I pressed my legs hard to one another every time I felt a surge of desperation. But I might as well have been trying to stop the tide from coming in-

Damn it!

I drew another sharp breath and tried to stop thinking about water, looking out the window. Just more cacti. Somehow they were plentiful in a desert and if you knew what you were doing, you could get water out of them-

This time I blurted it out loud. "Fuck!" A few drops had escaped, but I managed to stop any more from getting out. I gritted my teeth; it was only a tiny accident, I hadn't wet myself...!

"Later," Avyan remarked, angering me further.

I took a few deep breaths, ignoring him while getting my body back under control, at least for now. But then, Avyan leaned a little closer, resting his feathery hands on his bare knees. "Do you want some help?"

"Not from you," I glowered, but he came over and stood just to my side regardless.

"Don't be a bitch, I ain't even gonna charge for it," he remarked playfully. "I'm feeling very generous."

"You can shove it up your-" I began, but he gave me a wry smile, and I cut myself off. "...throat," he finished instead, and he chuckled.

"See, it's very simple. If you weren't hog-tied, you'd be using your hands to hold yourself. But they are tied, so I'll just have to offer my own..."

He grabbed my legs and spread them out suddenly, revealing my uncut orange cock and the sack it was resting on. Suddenly not being able to squeeze with my thighs caused several more drops of piss to leak out of me, but I clenched hard to stop them. Quick as a flash, he got his left hand between my legs and cupped my package as I tried to close my legs again, but he kept holding my left leg away.

"Easy bro, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, rolling my balls about in his hand. He was holding them up: if I closed my legs, I'd be hurting myself more than him. Grudgingly I ceased resisting him, though not my aching bladder, and with his right hand now free, he took hold of my dick in one hand. It was a strange feeling, having another man's hand on me, and I looked away with a grumble.

"This ain't the time to be a pussy," he murmured to me. "I'm just going to help. Like this." He tightened his grip around my cock, and just in time, as I felt another surge of desperation from my over-full bladder. Thanks to him – as much as I hate to admit it – I didn't spill anything, and the spasm passed.

I breathed deeply, not saying anything, so he went on, "Just don't think about it. Hey, tell me a story about your work."

"My work?"

"To take your mind off of it," he elaborated.

I took another breath. "I rounded up a couple of highwaymen before coming after you," I told him firmly, pausing a moment to fight off another ache in my bladder, having to clench my muscles since I couldn't close my legs. A whole entire spurt sprayed out, but he squeezed firmly and stopped it for me. "Nngh... they're both rotting in the county jail right now. Someday you'll be there too."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Listen, buddy, you and I both know you'll never get me for anything. The law is specifically against female prostitutes."

"There's a difference between the letter of the law and the intent-" I began, but a stronger surge of desperation hit, and a groan escaped my throat to cut me off. Despite our combined efforts, I ended up spraying his forearm with a half-second's worth of piss; it was another momentary failure, but I hadn't completely lost yet! He pinched harder at the base of my cock, holding the urethra shut. Even worse, I could feel myself getting hard from being touched, even by him! With him holding my dick in place, the head of it slipped out from the forescales a little bit, peeking into the open air.

It didn't escape his notice, either. "There you go, arousal will help keep the floodgates closed. You have to hold it, after all," he teased, and my hands clenched behind my back again. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"...I can book you anyway," I muttered.

"Even then, it's only a fine, so it won't land me in jail," he told me. "So if you want to see me in chains, you'll have to put them on me yourself, and I charge extra for that."

But I wasn't paying attention, as my bladder was aching again, even more strongly. His pinching fingers plus my arousal prevented any leak this time, but I could feel my urine really trying to exit me, and it didn't go away after a moment. "Fuck...!"

"That's at no extra cost," he teased, giving the base of my cock another squeeze to 'help'.

It wasn't going to be enough this time, though. I shuddered and trembled and felt the pressure inside growing too much. Some piss forced its way past his finger and thumb and sprayed out from the tip, splashing his lower arm. He squeezed further, but to no avail, only blocking the flow temporarily until another big splash struck his plumage. I barely managed to get things back under control with another strong clench, yet I was at my limit. My muscles were getting tired.

But that was quitter talk, and my mother didn't raise no quitters! It was just an accident. A little one. I could hold it!

"Careful now," he teased. "I know, I should start stroking to get you hard the rest of the way. We'll be riding for a while, and you've got to hold it for a few hours..."

"Don't even think about-" I began, but my bladder wasn't having any of it. I grimaced and groaned as it contracted again, and despite my efforts I was pissing at full blast, the pressure of his fingers only narrowing the flow and making it spray out harder under pressure, my urine dripping off his forearm now. I panted, trying to control it, but I could only stem the tide briefly, and as soon as I stopped clenching another thin jet sprayed forth.

He squeezed a bit tighter, but to no avail. I could hold it. I was sure I could hold it. I just had to keep clenching...

But despite my inner thoughts, my fatigued muscles gave in, and my bladder unleashed the full force of its contents. Piss gushed past his fingers and sprayed onto his arm, yet he didn't seem to care. All he could do was stem the flow, and only slightly.

"Squirming ain't gonna do you any favors, bro," he said, sliding his hand up and down my cock, but I'd had enough.

"Get'cher filthy hands off me!" I growled.

"And just let you piss yourself? What kind of buddy would I be?" he taunted, keeping his hand on my cock - to my shame, it was fully hard, and despite that, and his squeezing, there was no stopping it. My piss sprayed hard against his arm, sending droplets and flecks of pee all over my legs, the excess pouring off his feathers and onto the seat under me, drenching my thighs as the puddle spread underneath them.

I tried closing my legs again, but it was far too late - even though I managed to press them together, I trapped Avyan's hand between my thighs in the process, so now I definitely wasn't going to get his hand off of my dick. As I sat there with my legs pressed together, unable to stop the flood of urine, a shiver ran through my body, and Avyan seemed amused as my legs trembled against his forearm. He couldn't, or wouldn't, free his hand from between my legs, instead shifting his fingers just enough to slide the forescales back over the tip of my cock, then pinching it shut.

With a hiss, I squirmed even more, feeling my own piss collecting within my forescales and soon rapidly growing in pressure. "Let... go!" I snapped, parting my legs to try and encourage him to release me, but he didn't. The seal his fingers made wasn't quite perfect, so some of my piss shot out around them against his leg. I squirmed, trying to get free, but he wouldn't let go even as I soaked his leg, the pressure growing inside my forescales as the jet of urine escaping past his fingers grew more forceful. Excess pee splashed and dripped off from his leg, and as I wriggled the escaping stream went all over the place, soaking my own legs and my seat, a puddle growing on the floor between us.

"I'm just tryin' to help you out, bro," Avyan taunted, still looking at me with that smug avian grin of his. "Or is an officer of the law deliberately pissing himself?"

Grumbling, I pressed my legs together again around his forearm, but it was futile. I was wetting myself at full blast, despite my best efforts otherwise, and his fingers holding my forescales closed only served to make a bigger mess at this point. My own pee was fully drenching what little bits of my lower thighs weren't already wet with my own fluid, and the puddle under me had grown so much that my yellow piss was spilling off the front of the seat and dripping onto the floor, adding to the golden liquid I had already spilled there.

I gave another clench, but succeeded only in temporarily weakening my stream; it didn't even come to a stop for a moment. The ache in my bladder disappeared as I finally drained, but the relief was tempered by knowing I was pissing myself in front of Avyan, who was clearly enjoying the show, his cock bouncing fully hard between his legs as he chuckled, not even attempting to pull his hand free from between my legs or let go of my dick. In fact, he seemed to be rubbing his thumb and forefinger together with my forescales pinched between them, making the escaping stream spray all around my inner thighs, just to make an even bigger mess of me.

"You need to drink more water and less whiskey, 'Sherriff'," he quipped as he watched the yellow fluid spilling over the front of my seat, making a bigger and bigger mess on the floor. I didn't give him the benefit of a reply, clenching again – stopping the flow for a half-second before it picked up again, and I finally gave up, flopping back against the seat behind me, pinning my hands and tail.

I let what remained in my bladder drain out, no longer caring that Avyan was watching me - and feeling me up for that matter, pressing his other three fingers lightly against the underside of my cock to feel the urethra bulging out. He was smugly watching my face and I tried to look away, but there was nothing I could really do about it. Slowly, my stream grew weaker and weaker until it finally trickled off to a series of droplets that slowed to a stop, and my swollen forescales gradually deflated as the piss that had accumulated inside of them was allowed to drain. My seat was soaked, my legs were wet, and the puddle on the floor in front of me was soaking into the wood. It would be obvious to anyone who came in what had happened.

I glared at Avyan, but he just smiled back, and my anger rose further. I'd get him back for this, eventually. Some day. One way or another...