The boys plug the problem

Jacob is scarcely out of sight before the fifth boy comes over to you.

"I wasn't expecting someone good-looking," he says, causing a short spurt of pee to shoot out of your struggling bladder as he surprises you.

"Please, I need a cup!" you beg him, the insult of his words feeling trivial next to your aching bladder. "I... I can't hold it!"

"Relax... well, not relax or you'll piss. We don't have a cup, but we've got a little trick that'll help you keep it in."

"Wh.. what? How?" You ask skeptically, not trusting these guys anymore, but ****.

He pats a seat. "Sit down."

Reluctantly, partly because of your need to keep hopping around to keep from pissing you sit, your muscles clenched, making you look like a board.

"This'll be uncomfortable, so grab a limb guys."

"What? Wait! What are you..."

A hand covers your mouth as your arms and legs are grabbed. Another pair of hands 'helpfully' grab your breasts, but it's the ones between your legs that you stare at wide-eyed.

"We're gonna block the flow. Don't worry, it'll unblock itself, eventually, just not all over your boyfriend's pants."

In spite of the hand over your mouth you shake your head vigorously.

"Look, your boyfriend's coming back in a few seconds. You want him to see us? You want to pee in front of him? You think that'll be a turn on for a classy guy like that?"

It may be the hardest thing you've done in awhile but you close your eyes and reluctantly give him a small nod to continue.

The smile on his face makes you nearly regret your agreement. What he then proceeds to do definitely makes you regret them.

"Mmph!" you yelp.

"Shh, he'll hear. It's just a popcorn kernel. It's smooth, buttery, and perfect size to block your urethra."

"No no no, I've changed my mind. It won't come out! Get it out!" you cry out behind the hand, the words coming out mostly indecipherable as you wriggle about in evasion. The boy puts a couple of fingers into your pussy as if they could hold you still as he pushes on a small smooth kernel. Even with the tight, inelastic fit the slick coating of butter proves to be enough to **** the kernel in, though he has to keep popping more in to push it farther.

"Better hold her tighter, I've a few more."

"Mmph!"

Strong hands grip you harder, another set of arms circling your midsection and grabbing your hair. Popcorn kernels are relentlessly shoved up your tiny urethra, each one feeling like it's become a permanent fixture within you. More and more unpopped kernels go in. At least half a dozen more are inserted and then the guys release you, disappearing in a flash.

You open your mouth to yell after them, only to see Jacob approaching.

"Now about that fuck," he says...