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Guarding the Royal family's mausoleum was an honor only a very select few could attain. It was where dozens of kings and queens made their eternal rest, leaving a path for their descendants to rule the kingdom as justly and fairly as they had. The mausoleum was deep in the woods, far removed from the city. Within the tight encroach of trees whose leafy branches tickled the tiled roof and doused the marble facade in a speckled shade, the building could be left in the quiet. Here two men would protect the building, ensuring no thieves or wandering hermits would lay harm to it. They were expected to lay their lives on the line in order to keep a bunch of corpses and their valuables safe. The living King expected nothing less than total devotion and unflinching bravery.

It's too bad the guards spent most of the time having sex.

Iotas and Sigil had lucked into the position. A job where two men could spend all day in the forest on their own, away from everyone else, was something they desperately wanted but had never dreamed of achieving. They both knew they weren't qualified, but by dumb fortune and/or somebody's fuck up they were the ones chosen to guard the mausoleum. There couldn't have been a worse pair to choose from, not when they were lovers who took the opportunity to fuck whenever it was presented to them.

Time not spent penetrating or sucking each other was spent lounging around. One spring afternoon saw Sigil lying back against the mausoleum, his hands folded behind his head, one leg crossed over the other. He was a rhydon, tall and muscular, dozing off in a circle of sunlight that broke through the trees amidst a ring of leaves. Segmented armor the color of granite covered the outside of his limbs. His segmented belly was a topographic map of abs and pecs. A triumphant drill horn sprouted from his snout.

He would've been asleep if not for Iotas being face deep in his crotch. A low key toxtricity, his tall, gangly form was perpendicular to Sigil. He laid his chest on Sigil's thigh, one hand gripping Sigil's sheathe that currently withheld his penis. Iotas' glistening moist skin was a dark purple. From his chin to his crotch it turned into a light blue. Over his chest and around his waist were matching fragments of armor. Arcing out of his head were two mohawks of electricity. They crackled softly in front of Sigil's chest, irradiating the atmosphere, breaking off of an enormous crest that rose from the center of Iotas' crown.

Iotas was nuzzling his partner's cock sheathe. He would migrate to Sigil's ballsack, sinking his face right into its fat cushion and giving it a good sniff. Those humongous orbs, smelly and heavy, would float across his face and heat up his cheeks. From there he would poke out his spindly tongue and dip it into Sigil's sheathe slit, hoping for a reaction. He never got one.

Finally he got impatient and looked up at the rhydon. "You know I'm down here, right?"

"Yes, I do," said Sigil, his eyes still closed. He had a deep voice bent by a foreign accent, one Iotas could not identify. "I was wondering if you would stop."

"Aww, come on." Iotas brought his hand up and fingered Sigil's sheathe. "You've been doing nothing all day. Let's do something, come on."

Sigil creaked an eye open. His blood red iris glowered in the shade of his eyelid. "I would like to rest."

"Oh yeah?" Iotas slipped his tongue from his amphibian lips. It crept into Sigil's puckered sheathe slit. There he could feel the head of his dick, hot and moist, trying to hide from any inspection. He swam his tongue around it in a circle, bowing out the gray cock pocket. His hand cupped Sigil's balls. "Hah baht nah?" he asked over his tongue.

Sigil's nose twitched. "You are a nuisance."

Iotas' tongue slipped back into his mouth. "Yeah? And you're boring."

"It is better boring than annoying."

"You think I'm annoying? OK. Tell me, does this bother you?" Iotas gripped Sigil's sheathe with the tips of his three fingers and began stroking it. He peeled the skin back, revealing the fat tip of his pecker. His thumb massaged the space between his nuts gently. "I can do this all day. I know you like it. Don't lie to me, big guy."

Sigil's eyes opened all the way. Yes, he did like it, but he wasn't about to let Iotas know that, at least not until his dick got hard like it inevitably would. "Maybe I do. Maybe I do not. Not your business."

"Oh, it's all of my business." The tip of his finger dipped into the slit and jimmied itself around, making Sigil snort. "Yeah, that's what you like. I know you too well." His tongue came back out, this time looping around Sigil's scrotum and wetting the skin that covered it.

Sigil inhaled deeply. He could feel his penis hardening. In a matter of seconds the tip would be sliding free. No point in fighting it. Damn this man. "Alright. Only because I want you to leave me be."

Iotas' tongue reeled back into his mouth with a rapid sllp! He cracked a stupid grin. "Don't worry, big guy. You and I can have some fun and I'll let you be all by yourself. What you wanna do?"

"Your face is in my dick. I think you should suck it while you're down there."

"Mmmm, I think so too. What's in it for me?"

Sigil cupped the space between his nuts and his thigh. "Don't worry. I've got something else for you besides cum."

A saucy growl echoed from Iotas' throat. "Good."

"Yes. Let me get up."

Iotas scooted off him and sat up on his knees. His penis was fully erect, long and uncut, already dripping with precum. Sigil got up to his feet with a groan. He stretched his back and arms, showing off an Olympian set of muscles that Iotas loved. He grabbed his sheathe; the tip of his cock poked out.

"Come here, slut."

Iotas walked up to him on his knees and palmed his nuts. He dipped a finger into the space between Sigil's sheathe and cock. It was tightening by the second as his erection continued to build. It slithered free inch by inch, inviting Iotas to put his hand around it and stroke it the rest of the way out. At full staff it was something to behold, a dark, gray pillar of hot masculinity smothered in veins that pulsed angrily.

Iotas hummed his content. He puckered his froggy lips and slid them over the tip, going down to the root in just one fluid stride. At once Sigil was swaddled in a skin-tight coffin of pulsing mouth flesh. His stoicism crumbled in an instant with a flutter of the eyes and an inhale through the mouth. Iotas' lips, molded to the shape of Sigil's shaft, creaked into a cheeky smile. He quickly made things worse by slithering his tongue into a helix around Sigil's pole, raveling and unraveling itself back and forth to torture the poor rhydon.

"Ahh..." He grabbed Iotas' head crest, putting his knuckles right next to the crackling head static. A curt push brought Iotas' mouth up his length before he pulled him back, impaling Iotas to the throat.

Iotas relaxed, letting his throat muscles go loose. "Ulk..."

Sigil repeated, manipulating Iotas' head and fucking his face like a cock sleeve. Iotas took it in stride, murring softly through his nose and choking every time his throat was plugged. "Ulk... Ulk... Ulk... Ulk..."

Before long Sigil sneered. He huffed through his mouth and looked down at his partner. "Hey. Look at me."

Iotas' sleepy eyes fell open. Those iridescent irides rolled up to gaze at his lover.

"Ahhhhhh, shit!" He pulled faster and started humping. His muscular buttocks clenched beneath his nubby tail. "Ahhhh, cumming! Cumming! Yes!" He launched just three more heaves before planting his balls on Iotas' chin and his pubis on his nose. "Hhnnnnnngggghhhh~!" Ripping from his cock was a burst of cum that impacted the back of Iotas' throat point blank. More followed to the beat of his shaft muscle, swarming Iotas' insides with a molten nectar, hot like lava. Iotas swallowed all of it.

Sigil pushed Iotas' head. His dick came out of his mouth with a rude thhp! He started jerking the head violently. "Open!" he grunted.

It was a redundant command. Iotas' jaw was hung to the lowest, showing off a cavity of stretched saliva spindles, shiny wet flesh, and a twitching tongue. Sigil unloaded his last few shots of cum onto the back of Iotas' tongue and the floor of his mouth. He grunted loudly, tugging hard until the last bit drooled out of him and plopped onto the dirt below.

"Ahhhhhhh..." sighed Sigil. He let go of his penis, letting it droop under its weight.

Iotas licked around his lips, clearing what ichor remained. "How was that? You didn't last long at all."

"Your mouth is like a maelstrom. Sucked the life out of me."

Iotas closed his fingers around Sigil's shaft, now at a full droop. He aimed it back at his face. "My pleasure, although you said there was something else you had in there for me?"

"Yes. I did." Sigil batted his hand away and grabbed his crest. He hoisted his cock back up at Iotas. "It's coming. Jerk that dick of yours while we wait."

The lightning around Iotas' head snapped loudly. "Mmmm, yes sir~"

He obeyed orders while Sigil rubbed around the root of his penis. Building inside of him was a familiar urge, one catalyzed by his recent orgasm and the need to expel its vestiges. He slid his hand up and down his limp cock, urging the pressure towards the tip. He kept his muscles relaxed, unlocking his continence until finally he spat out a thin trail of golden-white water.

It smacked Iotas in the bridge of his nose, a blossoming of liquid warmth more precious and arousing than even the cum still flavoring the inside of his mouth. A great shudder billowed through him. His grip on his cock tightened and his pace quickened. Trickles bled down the curves of his face and dripped off the edge of his upper lip. His eyes closed as he wallowed in the heavenly drizzle, letting its taste take claim over the inside of his bottom jaw where it began to well around his tongue and teeth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." sighed Sigil. "Fuck yes." He brought the pizzle directly into Iotas' maw. The sound of water sloshing echoed from out his cheeks. The gurgling piss flooded around his tongue and fell around his throat, plugged for now. Only when his mouth was full like a cistern did Sigil start flicking the head of his penis, launching a barrage of pee droplets that splattered across his toilet's face.

That acrid, ammoniac taste sat in Iotas' mouth like an anvil. He closed his mouth and swallowed, crashing the weight of it all into his gullet where the heat sat and dissipated. He let loose a doleful groan. His hand was a blur on his cock, pumping the foreskin on and off his glans where precum drooled slowly. Flowing much more rapidly were the many trails of Sigil water that crept down his chest and onto his belly. They collected around his crotch and dripped onto his pumping fist. Sparkling flecks whipped in every direction as Sigil continued wagging his fat spigot.

"Hahhh... Hahhhh... Hahhh..." huffed the piss-soaked toxtricity. His lightning was at full spark above his head, signaling the approach of his orgasm. "Haahhhh! Haaaahhhhh!"

* * *

Thetas and Alphys were waltzing through the forest, the former more relaxed than his partner. Thetas, the amped toxtricity, walked with his head in the air, a tower of bright yellow static hissing above his crown between two small crests. His sunny underbelly stood out against the rest of his purple skin as well as the greenery that surrounded him. He kicked a pebble down the trail with increasing force, trying to see how far he could get it each try.

Alphys the haxorus was much less chipper. His curved frame, armored by segmented steel plates that crept up his back to form a helmet over his head, remained hunched meekly. The great blades that swept out of his cheeks did little to compensate for the apprehensive look on his face. His three fingered-hands were fidgeting in front of his plated chest while his thick tail flicked behind him.

"We're coming up to it," Alphys said. He had a steep foreign accent. His English could hardly be considered fluent. "You're sure it isn't guarded?"

Thetas cut him an incredulous look. "You know that's like, the thirtieth time you've asked."

"Sorry. I am worried."

"Yeah, I noticed. Yeah, I've heard this place isn't guarded. At least not well. The guy who told me about it said the guys they do have guarding it around this time are a pair of loafs who do nothing but sleep and fuck all day."

"Ah... Right."

"Don't worry about 'em. Whatever's in that mausoleum's gonna make it all worth it."

"Yes. I hope so."

Thetas narrowed his eyes at him. "You know, you've been awfully antsy lately. Are you alright?"

Alphys nodded. "Yes! I'm fine."

"Oh yeah? I noticed you haven't jerked off lately. When was your last time?"

Without shame or hesitation, Alphys told him. "Today? Three weeks."

Thetas recoiled. "Three weeks? Goddamn! No wonder you're worried. You're nuts are probably stressed to high heaven! Why don't you just jerk off?"

Alphys shrugged. "I am practicing abstinence. I am saving for when I find a lady haxorus."

"Well, if you wait that long you'll bust in three seconds on her. I don't know if she'll appreciate that, but whatever. You do you. Let's just-" Thetas came to an abrupt stop. His eyes went round.

Aphys stopped too. "What?"

Thetas put his finger to his lips. Alphys hushed himself. The trail led into a thicker portion of woods where the mausoleum was. Beyond it Thetas heard... something. Yelling? No, it wasn't loud enough for that. He motioned Alphys to follow him. The two thieves tiptoed closer to the end of the trail. The sound got louder. Yes, it was the sound of a person. They recognized it as grunting. A few more steps and they realized it was erotic.

Thetas cracked a grin. He motioned Alphys over and whispered to him. "Come on. Sounds like these bozos are fucking. Let's jump 'em and break into those graves."

Alphys nodded emphatically. The two men tiptoed down the trail, further towards where the encroaching trees and shrubbery blocked their view of the mausoleum and its two fornicating guardians. They made it to the end of the trail where the huffing was at its loudest. He gave Alphys one more 'shhh' gesture. Alphys nodded again, a slightly nervous but nevertheless determined look on his face. Thetas stuck his arm through the shrubbery and slowly pulled it aside.

What he saw made his heart plummet.

Iotas was on his knees in front of Sigil, jerking his dick full tilt, opening his mouth to catch the storm of glassy piss droplets that whacked across his face and chest. The grunts were all Iotas', escalating along with the arcs of electricity that crackled over his head.

"Uhhhhh! Hahhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He began to jerk and quiver on his knees once a tremendous orgasm spewed out of him and flew between Sigil's shins. He gripped the head of his cock tightly and stroked it as fast as he could. "Huuhhhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Ahh-!"

"What the fuck!?"

His pleasure was shattered by a voice that exploded across the forest. His eyes shot open amid the continuing sprinkle. He and Sigil turned their heads to see Thetas standing there, way out in the open, wearing a look of pure shock. Alphys came running up behind him, then expressed his own surprise.

It was confusion galore. Iotas had to blink a few times. Some piss had gotten into his eyes. Maybe he was seeing things. He shook his head and squinted. Nope. He was seeing exactly what he thought he was seeing.

Sigil was just as shocked, not just by Thetas' sudden arrival, but that of the haxorus who came running in behind him. Alphys too felt a hammer of surprise once he saw Sigil standing over Iotas, no longer flicking the stream but letting it drain out on Iotas' chest. The four of them stood where they were in complete silence, the only noise being the piddle of Sigil's dick water thinning into a trickle.

"Dude..." muttered Thetas. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He jabbed his finger at Iotas.

"Hey! I should ask you the same thing!" Iotas, still under the influence of his orgasm, rose to his feet woozily. Piss dribbled down his face and off his chin. "Who the fuck told you to come here?"

"Wait..." said Sigil. "You know this man?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. He's my brother."

"You did not tell me you had a brother!" Sigil exclaimed.

"You didn't either!" Alphys said to Thetas.

"You didn't ask," Iotas told Sigil.

"I don't like talking about him," Thetas explained. He stared his older brother down fiercely. It was returned in kind, albeit with less legitimacy given the peepee all over his face.

"And what are you doing here?" Sigil asked.

"Well, we wanted to visit the mausoleum," Thetas said. "We heard that-"

"Not you," Sigil snapped. "Alphys! Where did you meet this man?"

Now it was the brothers' turn to be surprised. "Wait, you guys know each other too?" Iotas demanded.

"No fucking way," said Thetas.

"It's true," Alphys said, smiling. "Sigil and I were lovers long ago. What happened to you, Sigil?"

Sigil stood proudly, his dick halfway back inside his sheathe. A puddle of his piss had accumulated next to his feet. "I joined the city guard. I was promoted to guard the Royal Mausoleum, as you can see."

"Wonderful! But..." He shifted to his native tongue. "[Why are you pissing on this man? Is he your new lover?]"

Sigil's pride faltered a little. "Ah, [yes. For now, as long as we're working together. Is he yours?]"

Aplhys shook his head. "[No. I haven't even masturbated in a while.]"

The brothers watched the two exes' conversation, not understanding a word, but interested all the same. Neither of them had heard their partner's native tongue up until that moment. What a hell of a moment it was. Their attention fell upon each other once more, and they resumed their angry stare-down.

"Figures you'd get promoted to something like this," Thetas spat. "You always were the favored one."

Iotas rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You've been bitching about that your entire life. Get the fuck over yourself. I bet you came here to rob the place, you dirty thief. I heard there was an amped toxtricity roaming the countryside, breaking into places. Didn't think it would be you. Then again, I guess I should've."

"Yeah? Maybe I am. I don't have much of a choice after you got me booted from the guard."

"Booted?" Alphys looked at Thetas. "You were in the guard? What happened?"

Thetas' lip twitched at the memory. "This fucker right here lied and got me kicked out."

Iotas held his hands out defensively. "Hey! It was either one of us or both of us. Why would I let both of us go down?"

Thetas' anger boiled over. The lightning on his head sparked violently. "You could've at least told the truth!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Thetas, calm, please." Alphys pleaded, holding his arms out at his partner.

He was batted away. "Don't touch me."

"Look," said Iotas. "I said I was sorry."

"If you were sorry you'd have left the guards and helped me out. Instead you stuck around and never told the truth. Not once. He doesn't know, does he?" Thetas asked, looking at Sigil.

"No, I don't." Sigil looked at Iotas. "What happened?"

"Yeah, Iotas," chided Thetas. "What happened?"

Iotas looked away from them, an ashamed look on his face. "I had an accident."

"Yeah? No shit."

"Wait! Let me explain it."

"No, you know what? Let me explain it. You'll just fuck it up to make yourself look better like you did before. Iotas and I were doing guard duty on the wall, just me and him. Suddenly, piss-pants over here says he's gotta pee! You know the rules. Can't leave your post for anything. Anyway, he starts buckling at the knees and whining like a little bitch. I tell him to suck it up, but he can't! Now I gotta pee! I stay quiet, but he doesn't shut the fuck up until finally the loser fucking squirts all over himself! Naturally, I lose it and piss myself too!

"I tell him, 'way to fucking go! Now we're both gonna get fired.' He gets all mad and starts talking shit. I talk back, and then the two of us are wrestling. Unfortunately, that's when a lieutenant rolled up and found us rolling in the sand, covered in each other's piss. Only guess what Iotas tells them?" He gave a dramatic pause. "He tells them that I pissed myself and got it on him! I get the can while he gets to stay a guard!"

A pregnant silence followed. It was not broken by Iotas defending himself, but by Sigil looking at him and asking, "Iotas? Is that true?"

Another long silence. "Yeah," he said finally. "It is."

"See?" blurted Thetas, holding his arms out. "I told you."

"I only did it because if both of us got canned we'd be fucked even harder."

"Yeah? Good for you. You still fucking lied on me. You should've gotten the boot and you know it. Now here you are getting pissed on and jerking your little baby dick in front of a holy shrine." Thetas left out the fact he was there to steal from it.

Iotas snapped. "Hey! You watch your fucking mouth! I'm still your elder!"

"Oh, like that matters. Some big brother you are. Can't even hold your bladder, you fucking pussy."

Iotas' eyes flared. The energy from his scalp soared into a glowing arc. "Say that again," he growled softly.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Alphys ran in between them.

"Alphys!" shouted Sigil, suddenly concerned. "[Don't interfere!]"

"There are better ways than violence! Don't hurt each other! You are brothers! You should love!"

Their electricities calmed, but only somewhat. "Yeah, I wish we weren't," muttered Thetas.

"Yeah?" Iotas said. "Me neither."

"Bullshit. If I wasn't there to take the fall for you, you'd be right where I am now."

"The fuck you say. I'm not a lowlife thief."

"No, but you are a liar. Don't see much moral difference between those two."

"Oh yeah? Then maybe we can see who's better between us some other way."

Thetas narrowed his eyes. "And how are we gonna do that?"

"Well, you're so mad at me for pissing myself. Why don't we find out who the real piss-pants is? A bladder holding competition. Whoever pisses first loses. See who can hold their weight."

Sigil pinched the bridge of his nose. "Iotas, please."

Thetas nodded. It didn't occur to him how childish the game may or may not have sounded. It was on. "You got it, brother. We'll find out who the real man is. Looking at you now, I know it ain't you."

"Yeah, we'll see. I have this Thursday off from guard duty. Meet me by the fork in the creek near the windmills, high noon. Come alone."

Thetas nodded. The lightning on his head had settled. "You got it. I'll be there."

Iotas hutted his chin at his brother. "See you around, bro."

"Yeah, I'll see you too." With that, Thetas turned to leave. "Come on, Alphys."

Alphys made to follow him, but could not do so without sparing his former lover a longing glance. Sigil returned his gaze, if reluctantly. In the presence of his partner he could not expose any vulnerability. Alphys recognized that, then turned around and disappeared into the bushes behind Thetas.

Thetas was storming up the trail at a brisk pace. Alphys had to run after him. "Thetas! Wait!" He caught up to him and saw his resolute gaze looking forward, unblinking and stoic. "You're not actually going to duel your brother, are you?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And you're gonna help me."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"Thetas, I don't know if I can do that."

Thetas snapped his face towards him. His look of betrayal was clear. "What? Come on man, you gotta help me." He scurried around in front of Alphys, stopping him. "You're the perfect trainer for this. You said you haven't jerked in three weeks."

"Yes, but that's very different. Cumming is not pissing."

"No, but you gotta have a lot of strength to hold both. You've got strength in that category I straight up don't have. Come on, man. You're my buddy. You gotta help!"

Alphys didn't look as enthused. "I don't know... You are brothers. I should not interfere."

"Pleeeeease, Alphys. You're my brother too. You're more of a brother to me than he ever was. I need all the help I need to prove that."

Alphys' wasn't quite convinced. "You mean that?"

"Man, of course I mean that. How long have we been partners?"

"Two months."

"See? We've spent a lifetime together. Won't you help a brother out?" He gave him the saddest, most desperate look he could muster, something that fell just short of puppy eyes.

Alphys didn't think a grown man should be doing that, but it worked. He sighed. "OK. Fine. I'll help you."

"Yes!" Thetas pulled him in for a tight hug. "Thank you so much, buddy. If I win, I'll owe you the world!"

Alphys wheezed and hugged him back. "Haha! OK, brother. You're welcome."

Back at the mausoleum, when Iotas saw the two thieves disappear into the shrub, he turned to Sigil. "Alright. We gotta train."

Sigil raised an eyebrow at him. "We? Who is we?"

"You and me, man. Come on. You know I can't do this on my own."

"I think you can, actually. I will have no part in your sibling squabble."

"Aw, come on! You're the best in the game at holding your piss!"

"What makes you think that?"

"I've seen what you've let out! Just now you coulda put out a fucking bonfire! I gotta get like that too! Just to make him shut up."

Sigil scoffed. "I think he has every reason to be mad at you. Why shouldn't I help him instead?"

"Because he's a goddamn thief! I'll bet a month's wage he came here to steal something from the mausoleum! I guess that means we did our jobs for once."

"You know I care about this position as much as you do, which is not at all."

"Yeah, but at least act like it! You don't even know him. We're buddies, man. Aren't you going to help your friend out?"

"Are we friends, or are we lovers?"

"Friends, lovers, brothers, fuckers, dick suckers, who cares!"

Sigil rolled his eyes. This brash language and persona did not show itself when his brother was present. "You are not a consistent man."

"I don't need to be consistent. I need to hold my piss better than my deadbeat brother." He sauntered up to Sigil and threw his arm around his shoulder. "Come on, what do you say? I'll do aaaaaaaaanything you want. Just help a guy out."

Sigil rolled his eyes again. The smell of his piss made his nostrils twitch. "Alright. Fine. I'll help you train."

Iotas pumped his fist. "Yes!"

"On one condition."

Iotas looked up at him. "Yeah. Anything. Tell me."

"You'll bottom for me every day until the competition and for a month afterwards."

Iotas patted Sigil's chest. "Sigil, buddy, I'll bend over for you everyday for the rest of my life if you help me win."

Sigil snorted. "Hmm, you better."

* * *

Thetas and Alphys spent their following days training for the upcoming duel. Alphys was no expert in holding his bladder, but it wasn't rocket science. It was all about holding the pain at bay, keeping his mind on other things, denying every urge to let his undermuscle go.

"When I want to jerk off I think about things that do not make me want to jerk off," Alphys explained to him. The two of them were at their camp, early in the morning. The fire pit was a crater of ash and snowy logs. Their empty canteens sat in the dirt. They had drained them almost an hour ago. They were starting to feel it on the way back. It clawed at Iotas' bladder, keeping his teeth gritted and his toes scraping the ground. Alphys was at the same phase. He was holding it much better, though he couldn't stop himself from balling and unballing his fists next to his hips. "So you should think about something that does not make you want to piss."

"What, like being in public?"

Alphys nodded. "That is good. I do not like peeing in front of many people. Imagine a crowd of people watching you. Pretend you are on stage making a song."

"Yeah..." said Thetas. "That makes sense." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was on stage in front of a loaded stadium, playing a violin. In his nightmares he would piss like a racehorse, but here he was in control. He focused on the violin, something he had absolutely no experience in, but thought would distract him. It kind of worked. The pain did not subside, but the imaginary violin held his concentration away from the growing urge.

More piss filtered into his bladder, making things difficult. His face twitched. The violin lost its shape and sound, instead becoming a blurry brick of wood that did not sing but screeched and hissed. The crowd disappeared. His lips unfurled into a snarl and he dug his toes into the dirt.

Alphys saw him struggling. "Move around. Dance. Don't let your mind linger on your bladder. I'll dance with you." Alphys didn't wait for him before he started doing an awkward jig.

Thetas let out a growl and started hopping on his toes. He bounced and spun himself into an orbit around the fire pit, letting out long sighs and grunting. His leg kicked out in front of him, then the other, forming a sort of wonky cossack dance. A frustrated growl bellowed out of him. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The pain was getting intense. The pressure on his cock tip was starting to sting. Spittle bubbled from between his teeth and his lip. "Fffffffffffffffffffff-!"

"Hold it!" Alphys shouted through gritted teeth, dancing nearby. "Don't stop dancing! Think about people! Hardtack! The desert!"

Thetas thought about those things and others. It didn't work. "-ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He bounced to a stop and bent at the knees. From his circumcised pizzle spewed a thread of crystal water that thudded into the earth below, displacing it with a muddying puddle that bubbled and expanded. Orgasmic relief billowed through his loins with such clarity that his legs trembled. "Haaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Dammit!"

"Don't let it frustrate you," Alphys grunted. "Let's try again." He had to look away. Watching him piss worsened his urge to do the same.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know." Thetas held his dick, pressurizing the stream with a few grunts. "Hnh... I'm not gonna win like I am now. I gotta- Mmph... Try harder. Drink more. Hold longer. How long do you think that was?"

"Since you drank the canteen? An hour. Ah! Maybe less. God! Shit! Ahhhhhh!" Alphys intensified his dancing, scooting across the dirt in a haphazard barrage of steps and skids. He danced hard, but not hard enough. Between his jiggling thighs was his cloaca. A geyser of piss shot from it with a rabid hiss. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Dammit..." He came to a stop and squatted his legs. "Hahhhhhhh... Yes. Anyway, I think it was an hour."

Thetas scoffed and shook his head. "Not good enough. Not even close." His piss thinned into a drip. He flicked the last few drops out. He stomped towards their canteens and snatched them from the ground angrily. "I'm going back to the pond to refill these. Do me a favor and keep better track of how long there is between me drinking and pissing."

Alphys nodded while savoring the blissful eviction of his tinkle water. "Right. Of course."

* * *

Iotas was putting more effort while at work than he had at any other time in entire life. He was fighting for his life, but not to keep the mausoleum safe. Instead he was doubled over in front of it, his thighs pasted together around his penis, trying to hold the agonizing flood of pee that was laying siege to his floor muscles. His chin was glued to his collar, his face scrunched into a ball with his clenched teeth bare. He'd been like this for the past half hour, his condition growing worse with each passing moment.

Sigil was pacing around him, staring daggers into his tortured form. He too held a giant load in his bladder but did not betray that. "Don't you dare do it," he commanded. "Your brother will win. You'll make a sissy out of yourself. Don't do it."

A ragged squeal seeped through Iotas' mouth. "Nnnnnnnnnnnh, I'm trying not to!"

"Do not try. Simply do not. You are stronger than him. You are the eldest. You cannot be bested by him."

"Ahhhhh!" Iotas broke from his position and began hopping around. His face contorted while his feet stomped into the dirt at a rapid pace. His cock flopped wildly between his legs, the knees bent together and knocking against one another. "FUCK!" he screamed.

"Keep yelling!" Sigil barked at him. "Let it out! Be strong! Show him who is the stronger Pokemon!" Sigil followed his own advice, shouting to distract himself from his own growing pain.

Iotas didn't hear him. He was deaf to anything that wasn't the screeching urge in his loins. He darted back and forth across the dirt, hopping like a rabbit, cussing and grunting as the pressure continued to build. It sharpened against the head of his cock like a needle, shoving him into his breaking point.

"Haaaahhhhhh!" His voice squealed and wavered as his bladder unloaded itself in the form of a glassy spew straight out of his dick hole. His eyes rolled into his head and his jaw fell slack. A lurid groan rumbled out of him. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Sigil shook his head. "Not good enough. Cut the stream."

Iotas looked at him with eyes barely able to focus. "Huh?"

"Cut the stream! Clench your cock!"

"Ahhh!" It took a herculean effort, but Iotas choked off his tinkle. It felt like someone had jammed a cork down his urethra. It only made the pain worse, but it gradually faded away, albeit not entirely. "Fuck... Shit."

"You won't be able to hold for long until you learn to cut your streams and feel the worst," Sigil told him.

"I know..." huffed Iotas. The sight of the brown puddle he'd created filled him with bitter disappointment. "Fuck, how are you so good at this?"

"Training, a lot of it. Although-" His face twitched. "I am not perfect. Dammit." Sigil stomped around in a circle. A rhythmic chant huffed through his lips. His fists beat against his chest. The beat melted once he reached his limit. "Raaaahhhhhh!" A shot of pee spewed out of his sheath for several meters as he continued marching around in a circle. He came to a stop and grunted. His stream was choked off into a drip. He braced himself hard, letting the piss retract back up his urethra and into his bladder. Then he sighed. "Ahhhh..."

Iotas could only shake his head. "Damn. I wish I was as good as you."

"You can be," Sigil said, standing upright. "But first, you must train."