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"Cutter, pull over."
Otis turned his head from the dirty van window to face the other man driving. "Earth to asshole, I said pull the fucking van over."
Spaulding continued staring ahead, his eyes locked on the road. Had Otis not noticed the small curve at the ends of his lips he would've thought he hadn't heard him. Otis glared at the side of Spaulding's head for a few moments, waiting to see if the man would reply or pull the car over. No luck.
Otis turned fully in the seat now, glancing behind him to see if Baby was awake so he could get her to chime in, but unfortunately she was asleep, completely sprawled out on a pile of blankets. He knew there was practically no waking her once she fell into a deep sleep, so he turned his attention back to glaring at the man in the driver’s seat.
Spaulding finally spoke, "Why?"
Otis's tolerance had quickly come to its end. His jaw was clenched and he leaned in closer so he wouldn't raise his voice and wake Baby. "Cause I gotta take a fucking piss, and if you don't pull this goddamn van over, I-" he was cut short as Spaulding took a hand off of the steering wheel and placed it onto his lower abdomen, pressing lightly.
Otis hissed, punching Spaulding's arm. "What the fuck," he gasped out, "What the hell are you doing, dumbass? Do you want me to piss myself?"
A chuckle worked its way from Spaulding's mouth and he said, "Looks like ya really gotta go, son, let me find a good spot and I'll pull over. Don't want us getting arrested all cause you gotta pull your dick out, now do we?" The clown finally broke his gaze from the road to give Otis a wink.
Otis sputtered a moment, entirely unsure of what exactly was occurring. He knew it was part of their relationship, fucking with each other, but this? This was fucking stupid. He couldn't quite tell if Spaulding was genuinely messing with him or not. But then again, Spaulding was known to have a very fucked sense of humor.
The pressure in his bladder was growing. Otis snapped, "Fuck you, pull the damn van over, I ain't seen a car for miles and we're in the middle of nowhere." He threw a hand up to gesture to the expanse of dark empty highway they had currently been traveling for several hours.
Spaulding simply grinned, "Hold it."
"You gotta be fucking with me, Cutter, just pull over I've really gotta go," all annoyance and anger had diffused now, Otis was just tired of this little charade. Spaulding rested a large hand on Otis's thigh and squeezed. Otis quirked an eyebrow, looking down at the hand in confusion.
Until it clicked.
Otis's head shot up, turning in shock towards the older man. "You sick fuck, holy shit, you're getting off to this," he said, but to be completely honest, Otis was only mildly surprised. This wasn't anything new, he just didn't get why outta all times to get horny for piss it was when they were running for their lives.
Spaulding took his eyes off the road quickly to give a stern look at the younger man, nodding his head back in the direction of where Baby was sleeping. He removed his hand from Otis's thigh and placed it back on the steering wheel, taking his other hand off and placing it over his crotch. He started to knead at it, and Otis couldn't tear his eyes away.
The pressure in his bladder was almost unbearable now, but for some reason it felt good and Otis was shifting in his seat, biting his lips so as not to let out a moan at the friction he was making on his hardening cock. Otis glanced back once again to make sure that Baby was still asleep, and leaned in towards Spaulding. "Come on, Captain, I'm about to piss myself," he whined, knowing that usually pushes some buttons to get his way.
Spaulding stifled a groan by biting the inside of his cheek, unzipping his pants and pulling his fully hard leaking cock out, "You can hold it a bit longer." He reached a hand over to cup the bulge in Otis's pants, squeezing.
Otis gasped out, bucking his hips into the older man's hand, "Fuck off asshole, just let me take a piss-" Spaulding moved his hand up to press into Otis's bladder again and Otis squeezed his eyes shut, almost pissing himself right then and there.
"Give me a second, I'll pull over and take care of ya," Spaulding chuckled at Otis's desperate whining. He patted Otis's thigh and put his hand back on the steering wheel, his other hand moving down to slowly stroke his dick. "I'mma put this so far up in ya you're gonna piss yourself anyway," he said.
Otis shifted in his seat again, each movement causing the pressure in his bladder to throb painfully. He whined desperately, giving his partner a pleading look.
Spaulding continued to pump his cock, the head leaking precum all over his pants. He finally pulled off on the side of the road. "Get out, but don't you dare do anything yet."
He glanced back one more time to make sure that Baby was still asleep, and then he got out of the van. Otis followed behind him, wincing as he stood up at the overwhelming need to piss.
Spaulding grabbed him by his waist, shoving the smaller man against the side of the van. "Now I'm gonna fuck you hard, but ya ain't allowed to cum or piss until I tell ya, ya hear?" The clown whispered hotly into Otis's ear.
Otis nodded, "Then fuck me already goddamit," he gripped the front of Spaulding's shirt.
Spaulding shoved a knee between his legs, pressing up and grinding it so that Otis's bladder would ache. "I love the way you whine like a needy bitch," he pressed a hand back into Otis's lower stomach and smirked at the yelp that came out.
Flipping the younger man over so that his face was smashed against the cool metal of the van, Spaulding yanked his pants down. "Cutter, you better prep me first," Otis warned.
"Of course, darlin'," Spaulding spit on his hand, rubbing it over Otis's entrance before working his own precome over the man's hole also. He dipped two large fingers in there at once, eager to stretch him enough for his cock.
Otis had to put a hand over his mouth to stop from crying out, the added weight inside him pressing roughly against his full bladder. His cock was fully hard and leaking now, caged in a delicious friction between his stomach and the side of the van. The larger man behind him continued to work him open, placing kisses along his shoulder. Spaulding then added a third finger and Otis's knees buckled, the constant assault on his prostate and bladder making him see white.
"How're ya feeling?" Spaulding chuckled softly into Otis's ear, holding him up. He pressed his fingers in deeper and curled them.
Otis leaned his head back onto the taller man's shoulder, "Full. Captain, I'm so close, I think I'm gonna piss," he panted out. Spaulding kissed the back of his head, nuzzling his face into the younger man's long hair.
Pulling his fingers out, Spaulding said, "Now I'm gonna fuck ya, but don't cum or piss until I say okay?" The clown spit on his hand and worked it into his cock. He lined the head up with Otis's entrance, and pushed in.
Spaulding started at a slow pace, holding a hand over Otis's mouth so his groaning wouldn't wake Baby who was still asleep in the van. Each thrust from the larger man's cock made Otis almost wet himself, but Spaulding had also taken a hand to grip the head of Otis's leaking member. Otis began to move his hips in time with Spaulding's thrusts, the man's cock slipping deeper inside to hit Otis's prostate every time.
A few minutes passed, Spaulding keeping a steady pace and Otis tearing up at the overwhelming pain brought on from his still full bladder. Spaulding finally bucked into the tight heat one last time, burying himself deep and spilling his cum into Otis's ass. The head of his cock was pressing brutally against Otis's prostate as the extra mass inside him weighed heavily on his aching bladder.
Spaulding remained inside of the younger man, rocking his hips slowly as he relished in the afterglow of his orgasm. "Well hell, ya actually listened for once," he said lazily into Otis's ear. Pulling out and tucking his cock away, Spaulding turned the whimpering man around.
"Fuck off asshole, I ain't got to do shit yet," Otis shoved the him away and stomped off towards the edge of the woods, "Now move out of the way before I piss on you, or would you like that also, you sicko?"
Spaulding stepped back, deciding it wasn't worth it nor did they have the time to drag this on any longer. He gave Otis a smile and threw his hands up, shrugging. "I don't know, babe, wanna find out?"
Otis paused mid stride and turned on his heel. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help the fact that this whole situation had turned him on. He gave the other man a very smug look before walking back over to him. Otis leaned up to Spaulding's ear, "You're fucking disgusting bozo, I hope you know that," he traced the tip along the side of his ear and pulled away.
Otis took a step backwards and aimed his hard cock towards Spaulding's shoes, finally pissing for the first time in hours. Spaulding stood, a look of shock crossing his face as he stared directly into Otis's eyes. Otis stared back, daring Spaulding to say something out of line.
When he'd finally emptied himself completely, Otis sighed in relief, his hand stroking at his hard member. "Johnny, take care of this shit since you wouldn't let me cum earlier."
Spaulding reached down and gently took Otis's cock into his hand, feeling his own stirring to life again in his pants, "Dammit Whitey, c'mere then we gotta go." He pumped the throbbing member, running a thumb over the leaking head. Otis bucked his hips up into Spaulding's hand, coming with a grunt as he bit his own hand to stifle any noise. Spaulding wiped his hand on the side of his pants, "When we get on the road ya gonna have to do something about my fucking hard dick ya just caused," he said as he walked towards the van.
Otis hastily tucked his now soft member into his pants, climbing back into the passenger seat. Spaulding was already in the driver's seat, cranking the van and pulling off. Otis quickly checked to make sure Baby was still sleeping, and he reached over to Spaulding's crotch, grabbing his cock.
"Hard again, old man?" Otis teased, giving the man's hard bulge a gentle squeeze. "Can't believe you got it up just from me pissing on your shoes," Otis pulled Spaulding's hard cock out of his pants, bending over from his seat to wrap his lips around the head. He dipped his tongue into the slit, earning a slight gasp from the older man.
Spaulding gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his other rubbing the back of Otis's head. "Shit, ya keep doing that and you're gonna make me wreck."
Otis slowly took the cock to the back of his throat, dragging his tongue along the vein on the underside as he went. When he reached the base he sucked hard, gagging when Spaulding bucked his hips up in response. Spaulding gripped Otis's hair roughly, holding him in place as he thrust up, fucking his mouth.
"Otis, goddamnit I'm gonna cum," Spaulding hissed, trying to keep his voice down. The last thing he needed after a day like this was Baby waking up to find Otis sucking him off. Spaulding thrusted up hard into the mouth, shoving Otis's head down so far he could feel the man's chin hit his thighs.
Spaulding came with one final push, releasing Otis's head and sighing contentedly, "Fuck, your mouth is always so good."
Otis raised his head up, swallowing the load of cum in his mouth, the edges of his eyes flecked with tears from the abuse to his gag reflex. "Shut the fuck up, next time I gotta take a piss you better pull this goddamn car over or I'm gonna let you suffer with blue balls," he paused, reaching out to stroke the clown's beard. "You better be glad I missed your stupid ass. Had me worried as shit when you didn't show up for a while, if it hadn't been for that I woulda gutted you the second you tried this weird shit."
"Aw, big ol' mean Otis Driftwood missed the Captain huh," Spaulding chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road but leaning into the hand on his beard,"Sure thing Whitey, but don't try and play like ya didn't get off."