"Almost ready over here," Bryne said as he looked himself over in the bathroom mirror. The green-scaled crocodile straightened out the drawstring tassels for the hood of his tan-colored hoodie, making sure they were perfectly aligned. Satisfied, he stuck his hands, covered by fingerless brown gloves, into the pockets of his black sweatpants. It was how he usually looked while recording his podcast - except that this time, he quite noticeably had his legs pressed tightly together. Raising his muzzle for a look at the yellow scales of his underside, he gave his reflection the best toothy smile he could manage, then turned around to go back to his bedroom.

Already there and waiting in a spare chair near Bryne's computer desk was Asteyr, a grey-furred gremlin who was today's guest. He wore a blue and purple hoodie, with a pair of goggles covering his glowing turquoise eyes, but he was going completely bottomless. His eyes followed Bryne, watching as the crocodile entered with a slow shuffle caused by keeping his thighs together.

Pointed towards the computer desk was a digital camera on a tripod that Bryne had set up earlier, and the crocodile went over to take one last look at the settings on it. Despite his best efforts not to let it show, Bryne stepped from one foot to the other as his fingers poked at the camera's buttons, the crocodile failing to hide how badly he needed to piss.

"Take your time," Asteyr remarked with a wide grin, "I'm not in any hurry." Unlike Bryne, he wasn't desperate, but that didn't stop him from teasing his host.

Satisfied with the camera, Bryne pushed the record button and walked over to sit in his swivel chair next to Asteyr, sticking his hands into the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie. The recording was starting on a delay, so he had a few seconds to take a breath, press his legs together again, and psych himself up for when the little red light on top of the camera turned on.

The moment it did, Bryne launched boisterously into his introduction, taking his gloved hands from his hoodie to make finger-guns at the camera. "Heyyyyyy, how's it goin' out there, folks? It's me, BryGuy621, back for another interview and just remember that if you like my content and want to see more, be sure to SMASH-"

He'd given the introduction plenty of times before, but this time it was made quite a bit harder by the fullness of his bladder. When he eagerly swung a hand down with the word 'Smash', he squeezed his legs together more tightly and bit his lip, letting out a small grunt of discomfort.

"Real professional work, there," Asteyr said from Bryne's side, ribbing him.

"It's fine, I'll just cut that part off the recording," Bryne said as he sat back up, only slightly relaxing his legs. Clearing his throat, he gave it another try, repeating his speech but successfully ending it with "Be sure to SMASH that like button, and subscribe to my channel for more videos like this one!"

He took a small breath, and put his hands on his hips, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his sweatpants. "With me today is Asteyr," Bryne continued, shifting in his seat as he shoved his sweatpants downward, exposing a pair of white briefs underneath. Having his legs still pressed against each other, even if less tightly, made removing his pants more difficult than normal – and given that he opened every video this way, it was going to be obvious for anyone watching. "And if you haven't figured it out yet from the way I'm sittin'," Bryne said while pushing his briefs downward, "today we're going to be talking about 'Omorashi'. And I've, uh, volunteered to demonstrate!"

Bryne forced himself to uncross his legs, partly to give the camera a clear shot of the slit that concealed his cock, and partly so that he could actually get his lower garments past his knees, letting them fall down to his ankles. "Ah, there," he said aloud as his sweatpants and briefs fell to the ground, leaving him bottomless. Turning to Asteyr as he brought his legs together again, he asked, "So, Asteyr, why don't you tell my lovely audience what omorashi is, for those who don't know?"

Asteyr turned his head to face the camera a little more. "Sure thing. Omorashi is the kink of having a very full bladder. Kind of like this one." He pointed towards Bryne's belly with a chuckle before continuing, "It's essentially based around desperation; holding in your pee until you piss yourself, or at least until you get really close to doing so."

"And I, uh, agreed to be the one to hold it," Bryne interjected, biting his lip a little as he put his hands between his legs, pressing both of them against his slit. "I know you folks all hit that Like button 'cause you enjoy seeing my cock, but that's gonna have to wait for a little bit today. Don't worry, it's comin'."

Nonplussed, Asteyr resumed his explanation. "Sometimes it's done deliberately, maybe as part of a holding contest with someone else. Or it might be circumstantial, when you just can't find anywhere to piss." His glowing eyes glanced over towards Bryne, who was staring up at the ceiling with his hands on his crotch. "Or, you might be doing it because you do a fetish podcast and want to try it out. How's it feel?"

"Uhhhh," Bryne answered, "difficult. I can definitely feel the pressure, like if I've been recording a long cast without any piss breaks. I miiiiight have drunk an entire jug of water earlier today."

"A whole gallon?" Asteyr inquired. "Gulp after gulp of water?"

"Y-yep!"

"That would make for a full bladder, yeah. Just try not to think about all the water you drank, that'll make it worse." Asteyr's grin widened as he saw Bryne bite his lip, and the gremlin leaned over a little, keeping his voice up so the microphone would catch it. "And all the usual advice applies, try not to think about waterfalls, or a running faucet, or rain, or..."

"D-don't you have a clip or something for us?" Bryne asked, cutting Asteyr off.

"Sure, I gave it to you earlier."

"O-oh, right," Bryne stammered, distracted by the pressure in his abdomen. He turned in his seat, freeing only his left hand from between his legs, and brought up the video player to open the file Asteyr had sent him before the interview.

Leaning in, Asteyr lowered his voice. "How're they going to see it?" he asked quietly, looking at the camera.

"I'll edit it into the final video," Bryne answered in a hushed voice. The clip showed Asteyr in an awfully similar situation to the one Bryne was in; standing with his legs crossed and his hands over his crotch, his eyes shut tightly enough that no glow was visible past his goggles. The main difference that Bryne noticed was that the Asteyr in the recording was wearing a pair of grey shorts.

"You're looking pretty full there," Bryne commented as he watched the recording. The Asteyr behind him just grinned as the one in the clip shuddered and gritted his teeth, hunching over at the waist.

"How long were you holding this for?" the crocodile asked, trying to get some commentary for his video.

"It's hard to measure the final time, but several hours, certainly," Asteyr answered. "Don't worry, this clip isn't that long."

"Heh, I hope not, or I'll have to start fast-forwarding!" Bryne quipped. Before he could come up with something else to ask Asteyr, the one in the recording let out a short groan, then a higher-pitched one. The recorded gremlin's legs visibly trembled as he tried to keep holding his bladder, but it soon became clear that the battle was lost. He let out a longer groan, this time of relaxation rather than tension, and his body went mostly still, his head tipping back.

The fabric around his hands began to darken substantially, spreading out from his crotch and running down between his legs. When the wetness reached the bottom of his shorts, golden droplets of piss started to rapidly drip from them onto the floor, the Asteyr in the recording surrendering to his relief as he continued to soak his shorts. He took his hands away a short time later, revealing that his piss was coming hard enough to go through the fabric of the sweatpants completely, though it got reduced to a small and slow stream in the process.

Bryne squirmed in his seat as he watched; hearing the recording's groaning wasn't doing him any favors, knowing that he could get relief like that too if he just stopped resisting. His bladder ached from its fullness, and he squeezed his legs together once again in a desperate bid to stop himself from having an accident of his own.

It took longer than Bryne had expected for the recorded gremlin to finish wetting himself, soaking his shorts thoroughly with his own piss, all the fabric between his legs drenched as the wetness spread through it. He crouched down and fell back onto his rump, keeping his legs spread out for the camera as he lay there until his bladder had finally been emptied. A few seconds after that, the clip came to an end; Bryne was glad that it hadn't gone on much longer, but the damage was already done. He felt even more desperate than before.

Spinning around in his swivel chair, he turned back to Asteyr. "Well, uh," he began, but it was too hard to focus with this bladder protesting so much about being denied the chance to empty out. "That was, uh..."

"That was omorashi, and wetting," Asteyr said to the camera, taking the lead. "The omorashi is just the holding part, it doesn't always end in an accident like that."

"Mmm-hmm," Bryne agreed, squirming in his chair, both hands back between his legs.

"As kinks go, it's pretty great. You don't need any special equipment or setup, other than just staying hydrated. You can do it alone, or with a friend!" With a grin, he added, "If you want, you could even pause this video and come back when you're just as desperate, and see if you can outlast the host."

"A-and be sure to let me know in the comments below if you did!" Bryne gasped out. He wanted to point downward with a hand, but was concerned about what would happen if he took his hands away from his loins, even for a moment. He kicked his legs back and forth under his chair, just to have something, anything to do to take his mind off of how badly he had to piss.

Asteyr leaned in towards Bryne as he rested his hands in his own lap. "So, how're you feeling? You've gotta tell the audience, right?"

"Watchin' that video didn't help," Bryne admitted, shifting back and forth in his seat. "I'm starting to feel those little aches you get when you've gotta piss really badly."

"Maybe you should let off the pressure a bit?" Asteyr said, pointing to Bryne's side. The crocodile glanced over to see what Asteyr was pointing at: a pair of wine glasses that he'd set out earlier at the gremlin's request, placed at the corner of his computer desk.

"Oh yes please," Bryne blurted out, risking taking a hand off his crotch to grab one of the glasses – but Asteyr was quicker, reaching over and taking them both. Bryne groaned as he was denied, watching Asteyr shift in his chair to face the camera and spread his legs, showing off his grey-furred sheath and the balls under it.

"Only a little, now," Asteyr teased, holding his wineglass close to his sheath. "I'm going to go first, so hold on just a bit. I'll show you how it's done right."

Asteyr held one glass in each hand, and starting with the right, he brought it down and held it so that the rim rested just below his sheath. He let out a flagrantly exaggerated sigh of relief, and Bryne watched as the gremlin's piss shot out from the cocktip concealed in his sheath, splashing against the far side of the glass before running down it into the bottom and pooling up. He only let it go for a few seconds before cutting off his stream with a clench of his muscles, swapping the glasses around. Bryne bit his lip again, reminded of just how close he was to getting relief of his own – however small – if he could just hold out a little more. He shifted and squirmed in his chair, unable to keep still at all from how desperate he was.

Once Asteyr had filled the second glass just like the first, he held the one in his right hand up, swirling it in front of the camera. "See this?" he said, speaking to both the camera and to Bryne, "This is how they do it in fancy restaurants, they pour just a little. So when you do this..." he carefully set the glass down on its side on Bryne's desk, showing how the outward-curved shape of the glass held in all of his urine. "...it doesn't spill. If it does, you poured too much."

"Is that real?" Bryne asked. Asteyr picked the glass back up and held it out to him.

"I saw it on TV once," the gremlin replied with a shrug. Raising his glass, he grinned and continued, "Anyway, here's a toast! To my piss." With a broad grin, he reached forward and lightly clinked his glass against Bryne's.

Bryne winced internally, knowing that drinking it would only be adding more liquid to his woes. But he had resolved to see the whole interview through to the end, so he raised his glass. "To your piss," he replied – though he noticed that Asteyr waited to make sure Bryne was drinking it before doing the same.

The croc knocked the warm amber liquid back in one big gulp to get it out of the way, gasping afterwards from the salty taste. Asteyr just grinned at him as he lowered his own empty glass, holding it out to Bryne. "Your turn," he taunted. "But remember, not too much. I'm gonna check!"

Bryne set his glass down on the desk before taking Asteyr's. It was now or never. He spread his legs and took his hand away, quickly bringing the wineglass down so he wouldn't spill all over the floor, but even so, he barely got it into position before the dam broke. The very tip of his cock was peeking from his slit, and a hard jet of piss – a yellow so pale it was almost clear on account of all the water he had drunk – blasted from it and against the inside of the wineglass, immediately making a loud splashing sound.

Bryne had barely begun to let out a groan when Asteyr chided him, "Not too much!" Grimacing, Bryne clenched his muscles, but succeeded only in weakening his stream, not stopping it entirely. It picked up again a moment later and he had to clench once more to fully stop, gritting his teeth from the effort. It almost felt worse than it had before he'd started to piss.

He quickly swapped glasses, clanking them against each other in his haste to get the empty one into position. Looking down at the glass as he lined it up, he tried to relax his muscles just a little, to see if he could get just a small amount flowing. But no; he went from nothing to a hard, heavy stream immediately, and preemptively had to start clenching to cut off his stream to account for how difficult it was to stop. Even though he had technically relieved some pressure, he sure didn't feel like it. The ache of having stopped mid-piss was only adding to the discomfort of his straining bladder, and he returned his left hand to between his legs to hold himself firmly.

"Nope, too much," Asteyr remarked, and Bryne glanced over to see that he had set the first wineglass on its side – and that some of his excess urine had spilled out from it onto his desk, dripping off it onto the carpet. "But pretty close though."

Before Bryne could protest, Asteyr took the second wineglass from him, swapping it with the first. The second one didn't spill, but only just, and Bryne groaned internally as Asteyr handed him a glass.

"To -your- piss," Asteyr said playfully, tapping his glass to Bryne's.

"T-to my piss," Bryne responded. After steeling himself with a breath, he brought it to his lips, tipped it back, and drank it down in one big gulp. It was much less salty on account of being diluted, but he still gasped afterwards and set the wineglass down on his desk, accidentally placing it in the puddle.

"Now then, I've got some tips for you on how to hold it better," Asteyr told the camera nonchalantly as he set his empty glass aside. "First off, never do what he just did, stopping your piss partway just makes it even harder to hold."

Bryne let out a groan of frustration. "Thanks," he muttered sarcastically.

"Don't mention it," Asteyr said jokingly. "Secondly, you want to find something else to think about, anything else. Definitely not water, or splashing sounds, or drinks..." Asteyr's glowing eyes glanced over as he heard Bryne groan, but he continued to speak. "...or rivers or rain or anything like that. If you don't know what else to think about, you can try counting." Bryne nodded rapidly, starting to count under his breath; that last bit of teasing had caused him to squirt just a little bit of his piss, and now he felt dampness against his hands and crotch as he frantically clenched his muscles to avoid leaking any more than he already had.

Leaning back in his chair, Asteyr waited a brief moment to let Bryne take a few breaths; the gremlin felt no need to rush. "Next, make sure you know how to hold yourself. You want to make sure you're holding your urethra shut, but you don't want to put pressure on your bladder. So press here..." he brought his hands to his sheath and pushed the heels of his palms against it to demonstrate. "...but not here." Raising his hands slightly, he lifted his hoodie a bit with the left, and pressed his right hand against the bottom of his belly, shaking his head at the camera for emphasis.

"Kinda hard, since I have a slit," Bryne grumbled.

"Just get your fingers in there, then. Try pinching your tip shut directly."

Bryne bit his lip, unsure if it would actually work, but he decided to give it a try - if nothing else, then for all his fans to see. "Okay, here goes," he said aloud as he teased his index and middle fingers into his slit on either side of his concealed cock. He could feel them rubbing up against the fleshy walls within as well as the end of his un-erect dick, and curled his fingers so he could still press the rest of his hand against the outside of his slit. Pinching his fingers together on either side of his tip, he held it firmly shut to contain the pressure within.

"Finally," Asteyr continued as he moved back to resting in his chair, "don't give up if you spill just a little. Sometimes you can get it back under control, so don't treat it like it's all or nothing." Turning his head as he rested his hands in his lap, he looked over to Bryne. "How're you holding up?" 

Bryne opened one eye. "I'm... I'm managing," he grumbled. "I'm gettin' those aches more often, and those really strong ones that you've actually gotta fight to keep from pissing yourself. I think... I think I have it back under control."

"BACK under control?" Asteyr repeated incredulously. "So you're saying you lost control for a bit there?"

"Um." The crocodile squirmed in his seat, not saying anything for a few moments. He gritted his teeth, his bladder still full enough to give him pangs of discomfort, combined with the awkward feeling in his loins from having stopped pissing just barely after he had begun. "O-only a little," he admitted after a moment.

"Stand up," Asteyr told him, getting up from his seat.

Reluctantly, and slowly, Bryne rose to his feet, keeping his hands tightly between his legs the entire time. He hoped there wouldn't be much to show of his little accident – but a glance over his shoulder confirmed there was a glistening wet patch of faux leather on his computer chair.

"Yep, looks like someone had a bit of a spill," Asteyr commented, pointing directly at it and grinning towards the camera. "Don't worry, it's your first time. Next time you'll hold it for even longer, right?"

"R-right," Bryne muttered, bouncing on his feet.

"Well, since you're up," Asteyr said conversationally, "I've got some more tips for you. Because right now, it's super obvious to anyone that you're holding it." Bryne said nothing, but gave a quick nod of agreement, so Asteyr continued, "There's some tricks to making it look more natural. Watch me."

Asteyr rested one elbow on Bryne's desk, leaning on it as though he was simply relaxing. But as he did, he crossed one leg over the other tightly; the pose let him keep his legs firmly pressed to one another, but it looked far more natural than Bryne – who was hunched over with his hands still between his legs.

"Uh, okay, I'll give it a try," Bryne said with some uncertainty. He was afraid that the moment he moved his legs, he was going to burst. Regardless, he took a breath and put one hand on the desk to lean on it, trying to look casual. Then, biting his lip, he removed his other hand from his crotch and rested it on his hip, shifting his legs so that, while they were still tightly squeezed together, it was much less conspicuous. The big wet spot around his slit, however, was quite easily noticeable.

"Hey, it-" he began, but grimaced as a spasm of need went through his abdomen, and he bent over a little with a groan. He felt a tiny bit of dampness spreading around his slit, and quickly pushed his fingers back into his slit to hold his cocktip closed, avoiding a full-on flood, if only just barely.

"It works better when you're not about to break," Asteyr remarked with a sly chuckle. "Okay, well, if you've gotta stand, then there's a better way to hold yourself so you can still walk." Bryne was panting and didn't respond, so Asteyr kept going for the benefit of the camera. "Get both hands between your legs like this," he explained, spreading his legs apart, directly facing the camera.

Reaching down with both hands, he cupped his sheath and balls in his hands, pressing the heels of his palm right up against the base of his sheath. "Press in right here," Asteyr instructed, visibly rocking his hands back and forth to show where he was putting pressure, "do it right and you'll block your piss tube so nothing gets out."

"O-okay, let me try it," Bryne gasped out. It was clearly a matter of when, not if, he was going to break, and he only had one real shot at this recording, so he figured he might as well get as much into it as he could. Spreading out his legs, he moved the hand on the desk to join the other one between his legs, and he pressed them in firmly, keeping his eyes on Asteyr for reference.

"A little lower," Asteyr told him, and Bryne shifted his hands, firmly pressing them against his slit. "Okay, I'm not sure how well it'll work with a slit," Asteyr confessed, giving a shrug, "but there's only one way to find out, huh?"

Bryne's eyes closed as he gritted his teeth, barely making out half of Asteyr's words through the intense desperation building up in him. Shaking his head, he shifted back and forth from one leg to the other, desperately trying to find a position that would relieve some of the pressure in his bladder without a spill.

He heard Asteyr chuckle from beside him. "And there's your final lesson: there's no shame in doing the potty dance."

"Good, 'cause I don't think I can stand still for long," Bryne huffed. "I can feel it all the time now. Feels like I'm about to burst. There's always at least a little bit of an ache going on down there."

The gremlin reached out with both hands for the camera, carefully picking it up off the tripod, keeping it pointed at Bryne. "You did pretty well for your first time," he told Bryne, "but, I suppose that maybe, maybe it's time to let you have a controlled release. If I have to. I guess."

Bryne groaned out and took a step forward, shuddering and gripping himself more tightly with both hands. He was torn between going faster at greater risk and taking it slower but putting off his relief that much longer – and chose the former option. With quick strides he strode past Asteyr and over to the door... which was closed.

"Can I... have a little help over here... please?" he begged, hopping from one foot to the other in a desperate bid to avoid failing at the last hurdle, grimacing from another pang of desperation in his abdomen. He clenched hard, but not hard enough, and another squirt of piss splashed onto the heel of his hand. Abandoning that pose, he brought both hands up to his slit and shoved two fingers into it to squeeze his tip shut, but the pressure behind it was almost unbearable.

"Sure, gimme a minute. I wouldn't want to drop your camera," Asteyr teased, taking long, slow steps over towards the door. With each one, Bryne took a step of his own in place from foot to foot, soon clenching his eyes shut tightly.

Opening the door with one hand, Asteyr stepped back to let Bryne pass. The crocodile took one step and then shuddered, stopping abruptly – even with his fingers in his slit, the pressure won out, and he felt another uncontrolled squirt escape from his cock and onto his hands. He clenched hard to stop any more from escaping, but it was clear that if he didn't pee soon, he wouldn't have a choice in the matter.

Awkwardly, he took tiny, shuffling steps into the hallway, his feet scuffing on the carpet as he walked. Even though he shuffled as fast as he could, taking a sharp breath on each sudden spasm in his belly, it was taking him a lot longer than he wanted to cross the distance to his bathroom – normally it would take him barely a few seconds, but this time, it felt like it was taking an eternity. At one point he almost lost control, and another hefty splash of urine struck his hand, dripping down from it onto the carpet until he got things back under control. Bryne was acutely aware of Asteyr following along behind him with the camera, but put it out of his mind, focusing on not letting his hands slip from their position against his crotch, lest disaster strike. With each step, the bathroom got just a tiny bit closer, but Bryne could tell he was getting closer and closer to bursting just as quickly - the next leak, he might not be able to stop at all.

Awkwardly turning into the bathroom, he felt the cold tiles under his feet and shivered a little, almost losing control of his bladder in the process. With a groan he squeezed his fingers more tightly within his slit and stopped anything more than a few drops from escaping, but it was a close call to avoid a complete spill. Moving forward, he made it to the side of the bathtub... and bit his lip as he looked down at it. He would have to climb over the edge to get inside, but how was he supposed to do so without pissing himself? Raising a leg would almost certainly bring a sudden and wet end to his holding attempt.

Taking deep breaths, Bryne carefully stood sideways next to the bathtub, bending one leg at the knee while carefully trying not to move his thigh. It was slow and awkward, and he could hear Asteyr snickering behind him from the sight, but he managed to get his shaking leg over the edge of the tub and set his foot down on the bottom of it. He lifted the other one, but had to put it back down quickly when another spasm ran through his belly, making him groan and nearly double over for several seconds, gritting his teeth. He was almost out of time.

Abandoning caution, he brought his other leg into the tub the same way as the first, but much faster. Unsteadily, he bent at the knees, reluctantly putting one hand on the edge of the tub to steady himself as he got down onto first one knee, and then the other. Slumping back onto his butt, he had to let go of the bathtub to squeeze between his legs once again, taking rapid breaths as he clenched his muscles as hard as he could to stop another spill. He was so close, he couldn't lose control too early now...!

Leaning backwards, he lay down on his back with his feet under the faucet, panting and gasping with his legs pressed tightly around his hands. He'd made it! "O-okay," he gasped out, "I can't hold out any longer, I'm gonna start pissing."

"Wait, first, I want you to close the drain," Asteyr told him. "I want to see how much piss you've managed to hold in there."

"You do it. I can feel a spasm every few seconds. Nngh... it's like I'm having to fight my own body! I feel like if I relax for even a moment, aagh, I'm gonna piss whether I want to or not."

"If you want, but if I do I might risk dropping your camera..."

Bryne stared back at Asteyr's devious grin and took a few heavy breaths. "A-all right, fine," he answered after a moment; it was a simple enough request, and as soon as he finished, he could finally, finally get his long-awaited relief.

But to close the drain, he'd have to pull the little lever behind the faucet. One final challenge. The crocodile began to sit up, reaching out with one hand, stretching it as far in front of him as he could reach. He tried to spread his legs, but there wasn't much room in the tub for him to keep them apart. His fingertips were just a few inches short of the faucet; so close, just a little more...!

Leaning forward suddenly in the hopes of getting it over and done with, he got two fingers around the little metal knob, but the motion pressed his belly up against his thighs. His bladder, over-full and strained to its limit, couldn't handle the additional pressure, and Bryne let out a gasp as a final sharp pang went through his belly – and he felt heat and wetness against his hand.

"Ah, fuck...!" Bryne swore as he pulled up on the knob and flopped back onto his back, returning his hand to his loins. Piss gushed onto his palm and soaked the scales around his slit, drenching his inner thighs as it spilled down onto the bathtub itself.  This time, he pushed his thumb and forefinger into his slit to hold his tip shut with more force, and he was left panting as he clenched his ailing muscles until he felt things get back under control, however tenuously.

Asteyr gave a quiet chuckle, zooming in on the excess wetness running down Bryne's scales. "That was a big one, huh?" he commented.

Bryne groaned in response. "Can I... can I go now?" he asked, almost pleadingly. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!"

"That defeats the point! You're supposed to see how long you can hold it for," Asteyr reminded him.

Bryne let out another, longer groan. It wasn't going to be a whole lot longer either way. "I-" he began, only to gasp and squeeze his legs together around his hand, feeling a fresh coating of hot piss against his fingers. He tried to stop it, managing to get it down to a dribble, unable to stop another spritzing of urine against his fingers before he squeezed hard enough to block the flow.

Asteyr gave a short laugh. "You seem to have sprung a leak. Keep it up though, every second counts."

Bryne gritted his teeth, squirming on his back. Even with what he had just released, the pressure was too much, and his muscles were tiring. He felt another spasm, and tried to fight back against the contraction, even as his crotch got another soaking. The flow of pee slowed down, but he couldn't stop it, and as he took a breath to try and clench again, he relaxed just a little too much.

"Aaah, fuuuuck...! I can't...!" Bryne cursed, pressing his legs together as hard as he could, but there was no overcoming this one. Golden fluid poured from the space between his belly and his legs and ran over his scales, around his sides and down into the tub. The bottom of his hoodie was briefly soaked before he quickly pulled it up and out of the way with the hand that wasn't between his legs, and he took another heavy breath before trying to clench once more.

But it wasn't enough. He was pissing at full strength whether he wanted to or not, drenching his stomach and hips, piss constantly running over his hand as his bladder emptied forcefully. Even though he'd definitely lost control, he tried in vain to regain it, eyes closed tightly as he unsuccessfully willed his ailing muscles to tense up. Piss continued to pour down his sides, running across the bottom of the tub towards the drain and pooling up around the sealed exit.

It was only a minute, but it felt like an eternity for Bryne. He remained on the floor of the tub, panting for breath, unable to stop his bladder from emptying the rest of the way onto his body. When the flow of urine stemmed to a trickle, he gave in entirely and sprawled out on his back, legs splashing in the pooled-up piss on the bottom of the tub. He had completely forgotten that Asteyr was there next to him, recording every moment for his audience to watch later, and was momentarily surprised when he opened his eyes and saw the gremlin standing there with the camera held up to one of his goggled eyes.

"Well," he said with a few breaths, buying time for him to think of what to say. "At least I made it to the tub, huh?"

"Feeling better?" Asteyr inquired.

"Much, much better," Bryne acknowledged. "Holy fuck, that felt so good. Still aches just a little from holding it for so long, but it doesn't feel like my gut's about to burst." He looked down at himself, surprised to find his cock peeking out of his slit. Returning his right hand to it, he started to tease at it, coaxing it out a little more, starting with just the tips of his thumb and index finger, stroking himself with more digits as his shaft slid out into the open. "So yeah, as you can see, it felt great to finally let it all out. How much was there?" he asked, grinning up at the camera while showing off, his uninflated knot slipping out from his slit as he became fully aroused. 

"A whole lot," Asteyr told him, leaning over with the camera to get a better angle of the pool of urine around the drain. "You'll have to watch it back later."

Bryne nodded. "I will," he said, pausing to strip the glove off his right hand and rest it on the edge of the tub before curling all the fingers of his hand around his dick, "but before we wrap this up, I want to close things out in my usual fashion – for my many fans, of course. There's a shot glass on my desk – can you go get it for me?" His left hand vaguely pointed in the direction of his room as his right hand started stroking slowly up and down the length of his shaft, from the tip to the base, his lower fingers bumping over his knot.

"Will do. Be right back!" Asteyr replied, dashing off with the camera in hand. Not wanting his audience to miss much, Bryne kept his stroking slow until Asteyr returned after half a minute with the camera in one hand and the shot glass in the other, placing the tiny glass on the edge of the tub.

"Thanks," Bryne said as he started speeding up his strokes, jerking his cock faster. He bent his legs at the knees and lifted them up so he could spread them out a little more to put on more of a show for the camera, grinning up at it while masturbating. "Let me give a shout-out to Asteyr here for his help," Bryne told the camera, raising his voice over the sound of his wet hand jerking back and forth along his dick. As he reached out with his left hand and picked up the shot glass, he continued, "Couldn't have done it without him. And remember, mmh... if you like what you're seeing right now, make sure to give me a like, drop a comment, and subscribe to my channel! Aahh..."

The crocodile's hand was a blur from the speed of his fapping, slowing down for only a brief moment before picking back up. "And make sure to follow me on Twitter for, ah, more announcements and, mmh, giveaways!" He panted deeply as his eyes closed, the pre leaking from his cocktip getting smeared over his shaft by his fingers. He could feel his knot swelling a little at the base as he got closer and closer to a climax, keeping his hand jerking over his flesh, intent to rub one out on camera.

"If you've got ideas... for what you want to... see me do next... make sure to leave a comment!" Bryne forced out between his breaths as he leaned his head back, raising his hips up into the air, his tail-tip splashing in the piss around the drain as it lashed back and forth. Several seconds later he let out a groan and quickly brought the shot glass up to the tip of his cock, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb near the tip as it pulsed in his grasp. Bursts of thick, pearly cum splattered in the glass, his knot engorging and swelling out to full size, pushing his lower fingers outward. His hips bucked and one shot of his seed only got half into the shot glass, the other half hitting his belly.

Bryne slumped down to the tub, his cock standing upwards with the knot still inflated as he panted for breath. He set the shot glass down on the side of the tub, and patted the porcelain next to it. "There you go, buddy, all yours," he told Asteyr between breaths, "down it in one gulp."

Forcing one eye open, he watched as Asteyr kept a firm grip on the camera in his right hand, using the left to pick up the shot glass. The gremlin turned to the mirror over the sink and stood right before it, holding up the camera so that it would catch his reflection, and raised the glass.

"Cheers!" he said with a grin and a wink before bringing the glass to his lips, tipping his head back so the camera would see his throat. In one smooth motion he knocked the contents back, closed his mouth, and then swallowed, only lowering his chin afterwards. Triumphantly turning the glass upside-down, he firmly set it down on the edge of the sink with a loud clinking sound.

"That's all for now, people," Bryne announced as Asteyr turned back to him, sitting up in the tub. "But I'll be back soon with more of the content you've come to know and love! Like, comment, subscribe, and I'll see you soon!" He pointed at the camera to make piss-covered finger guns, holding the pose for a moment before Asteyr hit the button to stop the recording.