SaQra

Wetting Shorts after a Hold View File I had been doing a hold for a couple of hours, and I started to leak so I rushed to my bathtub and it all poured out into my shorts. If felt so good (°////°) (Also I'm sorry it's tagged as Male, but there wasn't any category for enbys so eh?) Submitter SaQra Submitted 04/18/2019 Category Peeing

Pretty much any of the male characters from The Shadowhunter Chronicles, but especially Julian, Kit, Ty, Mark, Keiran, Will or Jem (every guy from that series is either smokin' hot or frickin' adorable) Also Andrew, Neil or Nicky from the Foxhole Court

2 B, we're gonna need new clothes first, and maybe if we don't waste time we'll be able to check other locations!

"Oliver?..." Daniel stood across from him, disbelieving. His eyes scanned the boy's room, from the spilt wine to the ruined bedspread to his brother's stained jeans. "What happened?" Oliver stayed silent, his lips pursed and eyes damp with tears... "Nevermind. Can you get changed? I'm going to pack you a bag, and then we're leaving." And with that, Daniel turned away and started rummaging around, studiously ignoring the mess that was Oliver's room as he searched for clean underwear and clothes to stuff into a battered suitcase. Oliver dizzily stripped off his jeans and boxers, accepting the red underwear Daniel threw him, and then picking up another crumpled pair of jeans, grey this time, from the floor. Now dressed, he grabbed his old 3DS and stuffed it into the case before his brother could zip it shut. "Where are we going Dan?" Daniel hesitated, his face hidden by a turned back, then spoke; "You're coming to live with me for a while Oli. Dad can't... he can't handle you anymore. Now go and get in the car, okay?"

So this evening I was in the mood for some mischief, ending in my first deliberate "accident" in a while. I started holding at about 6pm, just as my roommates were preparing to go out. After a few mugs of water, and about 3 hours of immersion in a new game I got a few days back (Hollow Knight, for those who might be interested), I was squirming pretty bad. I decided that, since my bladder's capacity isn't great, I was going to end the hold with a wetting in the outfit I had on (green pajama short shorts and tan pantyhose, as you'll see!). So I went to the bathroom, and let it all out gradually

If you aren't busy (and since you asked for more male wetting requests), could you maybe do a sci-fi scenario of a starship captain wetting himself after being at the controls for a long time?

Chapter Two: The slow, steady stream saturated Oliver's boxers, pattering onto his rumpled duvet and the mattress below. Even in his heavy sleep, he let out a slight moan of relief, blissfully unaware of the spreading dark stain on his pants and bed. The pent-up pee of an entire day flowed out, but Oliver kept sleeping for a while even despite his newly wet jeans. He was only to be awoken by the sound of a car in the driveway. Wha? What... the fuck? He felt cold, clammy fabric clinging to his legs and sat up, staring in disbelief at the wet patch he was now sitting in. D-did I spill something? He fumbled with his belt, pulling his fly open only to see his pissy boxers. No... this didn't. I didn't... He stayed for several minutes, shocked at the fact he'd... wet his bed. I-it must've been the alcohol. The boy suddenly froze, hearing the front door slam, then stood shakily. There were rapid footsteps on the stairs, and then a knock on Oliver's bedroom door... "Uh... just... d-don't come in!" He shouted, his speech slurring. He tried to take off his jeans and stuff them in the overflowing laundry hamper, but only succeeded in knocking over the pungent bottle of wine. "Fuck! Fucks' sake..." Frustrated tears welled in his eyes as he shouted, then clapped a hand over his mouth. A familiar voice came through the door, "Oli, I'm coming in. Dad called me, and said you were... out of control. Can we talk?" Oliver stood, transfixed in horror, with his soaked jeans, visible wet shorts and a puddle of wine on the floor as the door swung open, and his student brother Daniel walked in...

Chapter One: Big ol' TRIGGER WARNING for behaviours involving self-harm (mention only), eating disorders, and alcohol abuse. Oliver lurched into the room, his head spinning as he fell onto his bed. Feeling the ache in his stomach, the raw emptiness, the boy suppressed a smile. Sure, he wanted the pain gone. But at least his plan was working. And he had a way to cure his ache without breaking, without eating whatever greasy, crappy food his dad had in the kitchen downstairs... A bottle of wine. Shitty cheap stuff from a guy at school, but it'd do the job... After waiting for his dizziness to subside, Oliver rummaged through his bag, kneeling on the floor. He took out the bottle and unscrewed the cap, then took a long swig, wincing at the sour taste. All across his body, small jolts of pain and emotion crackled. It made him wish the wine acted faster. Discomfort from his stomach and his bladder, and the ridged scars on his arms. He thought about his father grabbing his wrist during one of their frequent shouting matches, grabbing and pulling up his sleeve to stare at the cuts. "Pull yourself together Oliver. What the fuck would your mom say if she was here? What would Daniel say?!" The though made tears prick his eyes. They're both gone, Dad, he'd wanted to scream: Mom walked out, and Dan's at college. But he'd stayed quiet. And since then, so had Dad. Not a word about the weed or drink or cutting. As if it would all disappear if they just didn't allude to it. Snapping back to the present, Oliver realised that his hands had been shaking so much that he'd spilt drops of wine all over his bedspread. Fuck. Well it was filthy anyway. Soon however, the shaking stopped as the wine played it's part. The boy's mind drifted from his fractured home to the others like him at school. Samuel Valentino, who he'd made out with behind the equipment shed after a bout of desperation for physical, sexual contact. And quiet little Damien, who'd doted on Oliver since middle school. "Don't look up to me" he'd thought of saying on numerous occasions, "You deserve someone who'll treat you well. Not a juvie like me." Soon he started to doze, dreams of passionate kisses and pulling fabric filling his young mind. Then he wasn't thinking of boyfriends anymore, but of his older brother. The dreams flashed about in his head; Mom and Dad arguing in the front room as Dan held me in his arms and wiped away the snotty 9-year old tears. The two of us in bed together. That night I wet the bed cos I was too scared to get up... wet the... wet the bed... Oliver lay on his bed in a drunken stupor, fully clothed and squirming. Suddenly his body went still, and a soft hissing filled the room. "Wet... the... bed" The suggestion of the dream proved too much for his bladder, and slowly his stiff black jeans filled with yellow liquid... To Be Continued...

Thanks!?

The faucet squeaks as I turn off the shower and step out, wiping condensation from the mirror so I can see my reflection. After running a towel over them, my brown curls spring back to their usual position piled on top of my head. I buzz an electric razor over my stubble, and wash my face with a cloth. Eyeliner? Nah. My phone buzzes; it's a text from Jordan. "Sorry I'm late home beautiful, especially on our anniversary. I'll be about 20 minutes, okay? xx" I grin, then squeeze myself surreptitiously. I'll go to the bathroom in a minute, I just need to get things ready for when he gets home I tell myself. I dash to the kitchen to check on our dinner isn't burning. I've never made chili con carne before. I hope Jordan likes it! I add a little more tomato paste, then stir the thick liquid. The splash as the paste hits the mix makes my bladder twinge, but the feeling soon fades. I leave the food to simmer and head to our room, picking out my outfit for this evening. First a pair of boxer-breifs, then some gray thigh-high socks and similarly monochrome denim high-waisted shorts. My eyes linger for a moment on the garters at the bottom of my drawer. No, I'm going for cute, not downright racy I decide. I finish the outfit with a simple white shirt that I tuck into the waistband of the shorts, and then a baby-blue hoodie. For the next few minutes I go around the apartment fussing with lamps and the cushions on the sofa, then back to the food. The doorbell rings. Jordan's home! I still didn't go to th- But before I can finish the thought I throw open the door, and my boyfriend squeezes me in a hug... "Hi!" I say, breathless from fussing over our shared rooms, "Food's just finished. You wanna eat first, then cuddle?" "Sounds great to me hon, I'm famished. Didn't even get the chance to grab lunch at the office today" He says, and I groan in sympathy. I pull him into the kitchen and gesture for him to sit while I plate up our food. But he doesn't sit down, instead coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. "You're such a twink Miles" he laughs about my outfit. His strong forearms squashing my bladder make me wince, and I press my thighs together, dribbling pee into my shorts, which makes me lock my hand into my crotch even more. "Boo I'm busy, don't squeeze me" I huff. He chuckles, and sits down. "Whatever you say." After the desperation subsides momentarily, I bring the plates, and we dig in, me pressing one fist into my crotch as I sip on the wine he bought home. The alcohol soon loosens me up, and I down more glasses, so that by the time we've finished dinner and moved to the squashy couch in front of TV, I'm tipsy. Jordan boots up Super Smash, and we spend some minutes drunkenly honing our skills against each other. Suddenly, as he goes for a particularly devious attack, my floodgates open. I'd forgotten I was even holding it in my drunken state, but as I stand to run to the bathroom I know it's too late. I gasp as streaks of pee shoot along the crotch of my shorts and drip from the cuffs, leaving trails down my socks. "Uh. Uh Jordan I-" He looks over, and sighs. "Boo, you know you have a bad bladder. How long have you been holding it?" I blush, and mumble "Since 4pm" "4pm?! It's 9:30pm now Miles! No wonder you had an accident, after a 5 and a bit hour wait and all that wine!" I just giggle, and sit back down. "I don't have to go anymore, so let's do another round!" Jordan rolls his eyes at me, then picks his controller back up; "You're on!"

W.I.P 'cos an idiot that is myself just accidentally slammed the post button immediately after creating a topic. Whoops

I love these two gals so much!!

Seeing all the people on this thread sharing stories of their 6-year old selves having wetting accidents is fascinating, as the last time I had an unfortunate accident in school was when I was 15, in Year 10. I had awful paruresis and anxiety at the time, so I had a lot of accidents in fact. The most memorable one was on a coach, where I tried to hold for a few hours, only to burst in my jeans and soak the seat. I was mortified, and I cried in a rest stop bathroom until the coach had to leave again. Thankfully my best friend at the time helped me hide it from most of the other students until a staff member bought me some new clothes, and those who saw never gave me any shit. It did lead to some of the teachers enforcing regular bathroom breaks for me though, which embarrassed me at the time

If anyone wants to give me challenges, or hold with me or whatever, hmu. Just drank some soda, and I last peed about 2/3 hours ago?