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  1. Ashen Scout

    Night Walk

    Version 1.0.0

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    So it took me about an hour to get to this point. I start losing control in spurts, which is hard to catch on camera (and the loose jeans don't help!). Near the end it's too much to control, but it feels like I went from a 9 to a 5, but when I unclench my legs I quickly realize that I lost control, and only my legs were holding the pee in. After that I take a seat and let it go. When I asked her where the bathrooms were I already knew I wouldn't be able to make it back to them (I came out of the bathrooms), so I decided to leave instead of peeing on their floor. Any advice or criticism is welcome, and I will do requests as long as they aren't too crazy.

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  2. 222foxface222

    malefemale Indiscretion

    I stumbled across this old fan fiction and figured I'd post it since I've been too busy to update my other thread as often as I'd like. This is a Snape/Draco omorashi Harry Potter fan fiction, and while I don't have plans to continue writing it, I thought I might as well share this one-shot with you all. If you've read 'Desperate Friendships,' the story I'm currently working on, this story provides a different characterization of Draco. He does not have any of the vulnerability of the Draco from 'Desperate,' although its interesting to find a few similarities in wording or plot points, even though I wrote each story at such different times. Warnings: yaoi, language (swearing here and there), and descriptions of mild sexual situations. Also, it's very long. Let me know what you think--this is not my favorite, but I figured since it was already written and I don't hate it, I'd post it up for some feedback. This story is a bit strange for me in that it doesn't involve as much desperation as I'm usually prone to, although the thought of Snape and Draco together makes up for that, in my opinion! Let me know if you like these one-shots, because I have a few more from over the years. Indiscretion It had started in the winter of Draco’s sixth year, when he was seventeen, in the middle of the night. Draco had awoken to find himself desperate to pee. He immediately clutched at himself, realizing he was about to soak his pajamas and mattress beyond recognition. He smiled, feeling himself hardening slightly in his hand; he enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder, the desperate pangs that led to a complete loss of control, a release that made him as helpless as a first year, hot and wet against his legs and stomach. He squeezed his crotch, squirming against his hand and feeling a small spurt of pee soak into his underwear. The wetness was comforting, enveloping him in a close warmth, clinging to him. He wanted this; it was why he had drunk so much at dinner; it was why he had gone to bed without wetting, ignoring his mother’s voice in his head telling him to always pee before falling asleep. She hadn’t known his bedwetting had always been intentional. Draco thrust his hips into the mattress, pressing his hand against his groin, feeling the heaviness of his bladder. He snaked his fingertips over the waistband of his pajama pants to feel the wet spot on his briefs. The wetness contrasted sweetly with the dry, soft fabric of his pants; he loved the indiscretion. He was a Malfoy; it was only natural that breaking the rules would turn him on. Despite his desperation, he had to convince himself to go further; he closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing his muscles, daring himself to pee in his pants. After quiet moments of intense concentration, he felt another spurt of heat in his pants, small and fast, stopping as soon as it had begun. He rubbed the wet cloth of his underwear with his bare fingers, amazed at how wet even those small spurts had made him. He felt droplets of pee drip as he squeezed the cotton between his fingertips, pulling it away from his prick for only a moment. He took his hand out of his pants but grabbed his flannel-covered crotch once again, cupping his pajama pants tight against him. His pajamas were the deep green of Slytherin House, and he longed to feel the first escape of wetness onto them. Spreading his legs wider, he concentrated on letting go, willing himself to be fearless, willing himself to give in to his desires. He stifled a gasp as a longer stream of pee soaked into his briefs; he could feel the wetness twisting down towards his ass, between his legs, but more importantly, a small circle of wetness stained his pajama pants. The thick flannel absorbed wetness as if it were meant to. He remembered the double-layered training underwear his mother had dressed him in until leaving for Hogwarts. The Malfoys could just never trust their boy to keep his pants dry. Lucius would find his son crouched in the corner of the dining room, legs splayed to the side and hands on his haunches, staring down at his crotch, at the stream of pee dribbling through his training pants and trousers onto the polished hardwood floor. As Narcissa cleared her son’s plate after dinner, she would glance down to find his fist pressed between his jiggling legs, would hear the stifled moans as he struggled to hold it in, would see the trickles of boy pee staining his pants. “Lucius!” she would warn, and Draco would feel his father’s strong hands underneath his armpits, lifting him into the air with a shock that made his pee stream out of him. Each time, his father held him in mid-air as he peed himself. Each time, urine trickled smooth and fast down his legs. Each time, the hot pee would trickle onto the floor, splashing against his father’s shoes. But at least he hadn’t ruined the upholstery on his mother’s antique dining room chairs. Severus Snape would attend dinners with the Malfoys where Draco, sitting next to him, would push his pants down to his knees at the dinner table, shove his cloth napkin into his underwear, and wet himself. The boy would stare down between his legs, transfixed. When they realized what their son was doing, Lucius shouted; Narcissa pretended not to notice. Draco could feel his heart beating; it was strong in his neck, beating against his pillow as he struggled to release more pee. It was always at this point that he contemplated stopping; he could pull down his pants and underwear, pee in the chamber pot underneath his bed and for all intents and purposes avoid indiscretion. But this—the beating heart, the spreading wetness, the arousal—felt too good to stop. Part of the fun was daring himself to do it; part of his arousal came from being so naughty. He concentrated hard until another spurt of pee stained his crotch, longer this time, but his pajamas still felt soft and dry against his thighs—the contrast was amazing. He was peeing where he wasn’t supposed to; he was a bad boy and he couldn’t control himself. The pressure was mounting; Draco was getting to the point of absolute desperation that he both loved and hated. He felt a clenching in his stomach from the dread, and yet his dick swelled to a half-hard state as he felt himself losing the grip on his muscles. He rubbed the wet patch on his pajamas with one finger as his palm pressed against his crotch, willing himself to hold on. No matter how many times he wet, the uncontrollable wettings were the best. And as he remembered the times he had unintentionally gotten to this point—shopping in Diagon Alley with his mother, his first detention with Professor McGonagal, in the stands at the Quidditch World Cup—he felt the cold dread of realization and a gush of wetness against his fingertips. He turned over onto his stomach, and his briefs took the initial wetting, rivulets of pee streaming down his front and around to wet his backside, but it was not long before the wetness seeped onto the flannel, soaking in a large circle of wetness. Gasping, he squeezed himself hard, wanting to hold off and savor the wetting, but no matter what he tried he could not stop. Moaning, his pants could not hold all of the wetness, and a heavy stream spurted through, dripping onto his sheets and mattress until he felt the wetness against the skin of his bare stomach. It spread down to slowly coat his muscled thighs in urine. He humped the mattress as he voided, his penis hardening as his need to pee decreased. With a shudder, the final trickles of urine wet his pants and bed, and he lay on top of the sopping sheets, catching his breath. With an effort of strong will, Draco sat up in his soaked bed, his hard-on tenting his darkened pajamas. He needed to jack himself off. He was desperate to do it, but he knew how loud he was when he came—especially when he was this turned on, and he had never been good at silencing charms. Climbing out of the wet bed, he slipped on his robe, tying it tight to cover his stained pants and his raging boner. Walking as quickly as he could, Draco made his way towards the boy’s lavatory. He often made this rush during the day when he was caught short after hours of homework, but at this moment he was desperate for relief of another kind. Gasping for breath, Draco leaned against the tiled walls of the bathroom. He grabbed his crotch and rubbed his palm over the wet layers of fabric, thrusting the heel of his hand up and down against his stiff prick. As he envisioned himself wetting the bed, he came, cumming into his soaked, stained briefs before shuddering with a screamed moan of pleasure and collapsing to the bathroom floor **** Severus Snape had always had a problem sleeping. For as long as he could remember he was plagued by insomnia, and at this point in his life, he had simply given into it. He was pleased if he could get four hours of sleep a night. As for the rest of the night, he took time out for himself, often working late or roaming the castle at all hours, enjoying the peacefulness, the quiet of all the students asleep in their beds, for once respectful and not prone to break rules. It was on one of his late-night walks through the Slytherin hallways that he heard a stifled scream coming from the boy’s lavatory. Knowing that it meant no good at this time of night, Severus quickened his pace and walked towards the source of the yell, running a hand over his face in exasperation; he did not want to deal with house business at this hour. As Severus entered the lavatory, looking for the student whom had made the sound, he heard gasping for breath, and small moans that were either of pleasure or pain. Snape rolled his eyes. He had stumbled upon this before. Years of running a house of students who were not known for following rules meant he was often breaking up midnight fuck-sessions in the bathrooms. It was not a job he enjoyed, although he knew it was not only Slytherin house which dealt with the problem. Honestly, he didn’t know why the students didn’t sneak out to an empty classroom or find an alcove in a dark hallway or search for the room of requirement. The boy’s lavatory—right under the nose of Snape himself—was a poor choice; whomever had chosen this space was just asking to be caught. Snape turned the corner and stared down at the blonde boy crumpled on the floor. His hand rested in his crotch, his legs splayed to the side, eyes closed and mouth opened seductively. His prized student was obviously recovering from one serious orgasm. Snape clicked his tongue, signaling his presence. Draco jumped in surprise, not realizing that he was being watched. “Shit!” he said as his eyes opened, scanning the room. Snape couldn’t help but notice that Draco looked somewhat pleased when he made eye contact with him, angering Severus. Was the boy content to be found performing lewd acts? Did he not care that his Potions Master had caught him jacking off? “Language, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape leered, his voice cold and heartless. If he had to deal with this, he may as well have fun with the boy. “Professor,” Malfoy breathed, finally catching his breath, “I was just…” The boy reddened at last, the reality of the situation becoming clear to him. Snape watched the boy move as if to stand, and his bathrobe fell away from his legs. With a glance back towards his crotch, he decided to stay seated, sliding back down the tiled walls to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest, but not before Snape caught a glance at the dark wetness spread out across his lap. Snape knew that even young Malfoy couldn’t ejaculate that much. “Stand up,” Snape said. He couldn’t help the small smirk that turned up the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. If Draco’s expression was one meant to plead with him for leniency, it wasn’t working. The blonde only looked childish, like a first-year who had forgotten to do his homework. “I’m sorry Professor,” he said. “I’m so embarrassed. I understand I’ve broken house rules. It will never happen again, and I will take my punishment willingly.” Snape scoffed in laughter, and Draco’s face fell. “Stand up, Mr. Malfoy,” he repeated. Draco’s expression immediately returned to a look of hardened pride; he had been caught in the game, Snape knew very well that Malfoy had not meant a word of what he had said. “Fuck,” the boy whispered. Draco stood up slowly and shed his robe. Snape was disappointed; he had wanted to order the boy to take off the garment himself, furthering the blonde’s embarrassment. But then again, Draco had always had a talent for staying one step ahead of those around him. Draco was bare-chested, his smooth, pale skin stretched tight against his pectoral muscles; his abdomen hard from hours of Quidditch practice. He looked the picture of young manhood, if it weren’t for that tell-tale pee stain spread across his crotch and down his legs. “What do we have here?” Snape lolled, pretending to have just noticed the boy’s indiscretion. He forced himself to speak agonizingly slow, reveling in the other’s discomfort. “Draco, what is that on your pants? Did you spill something?” Draco glared up at the taller, darker man, his eyes full of defiance. He knew he was being tormented. “And what is that sharp smell?” Snape sneered, pretending disgust. Snape watched as the boy stared at him. He had to give him credit for looking him in the eye; many other students caught out of bed after hours turned into blubbering idiots, and none of them had pissed themselves. Then again, none of them were Draco Malfoy. “I wet my pants, Professor Snape.” Now it was Snape’s turn to stare. The boy had taken a taller stance; he had obviously decided the only way to deal with the situation would be to own it for what it was. “Draco Malfoy, wetting himself?,” Snape said, coming closer to Draco. “I thought all of that nonsense had stopped long ago. But I guess not,” He whispered, standing close enough to make Draco feel trapped against the wall, to take away any exit strategy. “I guess you’re still the little boy shoving napkins down his pants to pee at the dinner table, aren’t you?” That was all it took. Draco could not stifle a moan; Snape was turning him on. “Tell me, Draco,” Snape drawled, “Did you pee yourself on purpose this time, or did the little pants-pisser have an accident?” Snape could see that Draco was hard again; he saw the blonde’s hand twitch, as if he wanted to touch himself. “I peed my bed,” Draco gasped, staring up at Snape with more submission than he had ever seen out of the Slytherin. “I couldn’t help it.” Now it was Snape’s turn to get hard, envisioning the stream of hot pee soaking into the blankets and mattress. He grabbed hold of Draco’s hand, bending down to whisper into the boy’s ear. “Then we’ll just have to teach you control,” he said. Taking Draco’s hand in his own, he turned it towards the blonde’s own crotch and pressed it up against the wetness, allowing Draco the relief he so wanted. “Won’t we?” Draco moaned, tightening his thighs against his hand and Snape’s enclosed around it. Snape felt the wetness of Draco’s pajamas against the back of his hand as the boy bent into the touch. “Yes, sir,” Draco gasped, “Please. Teach me.” And with that, Draco began to pee again, releasing the pent-up liquid that he had been unable to release due to his hard-on, splattering down his legs and streaming over Snape’s hand, which only clutched and grabbed harder. **** Draco could barely concentrate the next day in Potions class. He kept envisioning the night before, the way Snape’s eyes had gleamed in the dim lights of the boys’ bathroom. No one at Hogwarts had ever seen him in wet pants before; the thrill of possibly being caught was a turn-on but also a terrifying prospect. Any one of his roommates would be only too happy to spread the rumors that would make Draco Malfoy the laughing stock of Hogwarts. Snape wasn’t making eye contact with him. He was lecturing on the benefits of fresh leaves and grasses in potions requiring such ingredients, listing the dangers of substituting dried leaves for newly fallen. He seemed to be in a worse mood than usual, a permanent sneer on his face that not even dumb Gryffindor answers to easy questions could erase. Draco shifted on the stool, feeling his erection and shifting his robes to cover it. He sneered at Hermione Granger when she glanced at him knowingly. Let her know; there were already rumors spread about his sexual prowess, about his constant erection and filthy mind. The gossip pleased him; let the mud-blood think what she would, there was no way she understood the true meaning behind his stiff prick. He grabbed it lewdly and rubbed, staring at Granger as he did it. She turned away in shock, gasping at his actions in disgust. Draco turned back, pleased with himself, only to find Snape’s eyes on him. He reddened slightly, realizing he had been caught in the childish display. Although he didn’t care what his classmates thought of his perverse mind, he didn’t want Snape to have any reason to think of him as a child. He needed to act his full seventeen years, if not older, if he were ever to seduce his teacher. He couldn’t believe what had happened last night, couldn’t believe that the Professor he had fantasized about since the time he was old enough to get a hard-on had been pressing him against the tile walls, his firm grip grasped between Draco’s legs. Snape had hissed into his ear, talking down to him until Draco felt a complete loss of control, a melting away of pride that left him desperate to be pushed around, longing to be shoved and stripped and spanked. He had never realized how hot it would be; up until last night he had always considered himself the domineering partner of any relationship, and most of his flings were fine with it. It was why they had been attracted to him in the first place. Ron Weasley would whisper to Draco in hallways, telling him meeting places where Draco would find the red-head cowering in the corner of boys’ rooms, his legs pressed tightly together as he begged Draco to let him pee. Neville Longbottom wanted to be tied up, jacked off, and left in closets. Oliver Wood had liked to be shoved around and beaten up before being tossed to the ground for quick, helpless sex. Draco had always found it ironic how many Gryffindors enjoyed being slaves to his demands; being such goody-goodies themselves, he figured they had always had a thing for bad boys. Draco was somehow disappointed when Snape didn’t hold him after class. He had been fantasizing about the lecture his Professor would force him to listen to, the punishments he had thought up, or even the soft words suggesting another chance meet-up, but Snape simply dismissed the class without a second look at Draco. He packed up his bags and slunk to the library, starting to feel waves of embarrassment; he had thought Snape had been as turned on as he, but maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe Draco had simply made a complete fool of himself. He suddenly became nervous that Snape would mention something to Lucius. He knew they were on good terms with each other from long years of friendship; what would his father say if he got word of his son’s strange habits? Draco didn’t think he would ever be able to look his father in the eye. Seventeen-year-olds did not pee themselves, intentional or otherwise. Draco rubbed his crotch; his erection had disappeared and, in response, he realized a slight need to pee. In other circumstances, he would have held it, enjoying the feeling of a full bladder and the heart-racing prospect of getting caught in class or in a conversation and not being able to make it. But today, he simply waited for class to end and retreated to the nearest boys’ room, defeated, shamed by the thought of warm, pissy underwear. **** Once again, he couldn’t sleep. The insomnia was getting infuriating, although Snape had a sinking suspicion that tonight’s had less to do with stress from his day and more to do with the way his knees had buckled as Lucius Malfoy’s son voided into his pants, the dribbles of pee running down Snape’s hand to soak into the cuff of his sleeve. He had barely been able to think straight during his double potions class with the Slytherins and Gryffindors, the boy’s pointed expressions making his breath catch in his throat. He knew the boy had been thinking of the night before as well; he had seen him flaunting his erection to that prude of a girl, Granger. It was the kind of thing Snape would have dreamed of doing as a boy, if he had had the nerve. Distracted by the familiar surroundings, he took to the hallways, hoping activity would drive the perverse thoughts from his mind. Draco was a student, and his good friend’s son. He had known him as a snot-nosed five-year-old. It would cost him his job if the events of the previous night ever got out. He needed to take the memory from the boy; he needed to ensure his position at Hogwarts. Snape realized he was walking faster than normal, taking heavy, quick steps that would be sure to draw attention to himself were anyone within hearing distance. He couldn’t get Draco’s expressions out of his mind, the desperation written on his face as he pissed himself dry, the relief on his face as Snape continued to press his hand against him, the way the mischievous grin that used to be his trademark in childhood had reappeared as he stood with bare feet in the puddle of his own urine and as Snape sent him away to clean up. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he had done what he needed to; Draco could not keep the memory for another day. He turned on his heels to head back to the Slytherin dungeons. He needed to sneak into the boy’s room and clear the memory immediately. But, as he began walking back, he suddenly found himself face to face with a very pale Draco Malfoy. It was obvious the boy had been following him, and had not jumped out of sight in time. The young Slytherin opened and closed his mouth as if trying to form words for an explanation. Snape realized there was less chance of his being discovered by the other boys if he erased Draco’s memory in the hallway. It was fortunate the boy had seemingly developed an attachment enough to track his movements, but he wouldn’t let Draco know how relieved he was. “Well look at this,” he mused. “A student out of bed after hours. What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Malfoy?” The student swallowed and twitched, his eyes flicking up to Snape and then back down to the floor. For once, a sense of smugness seemed to be missing from the usually cynical blonde. There was no doubt that the boy was clinging to his confidence, however. He was not the kind of young man to weaken under threat of authority figures. “I was going to the kitchens,” Draco said, after a moment. “I missed dinner.” Snape envied the boy’s ability to lie on the spot. He knew it was the kind of statement that would have worked on other teachers, appealing to their sense of compassion towards students who were the closest things to offspring they would ever have. “Is that so?” Snape lolled. He approached until Draco had backed up against a wall. Snape felt light-headed as he saw the blonde look up at him with the same sense of subservience as the night before. Draco nodded. “Hungry, are you?” Draco shook his head. “No,” he said, his eyes direct and one corner of his mouth twisted in a smirk, “thirsty.” He was giving Snape an opportunity, wanting the subject of last night to come up. Draco might have thought he was being coy, but Snape understood his intentions perfectly. Despite all his airs of self-importance and plays of confidence, the boy was incredibly easy to read. Snape was going to have to take care of this memory anyway; there was no harm in letting it play out, in giving the boy exactly what he wanted just one more time.. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to drink after dinnertime?” Snape asked, leaning down to speak directly into the other's ear. “You may soil your bedclothes.” Snape thought he heard the tiniest of moans from the boy. “Excess liquids can’t be held in an adolescent bladder.” Snape drawled, mocking. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of Draco, blocking him in. “What would your roommates think if you urinated in your bed?” This time the moan was louder, and Draco closed his eyes. Snape had guessed correctly; the boy enjoyed being talked down to. “After your little incident last night, I don’t think you can be trusted.” Snape grabbed Draco’s hand on its way to his crotch, and the younger man's eyes flipped open at once. The blonde was pleading, wanting relief for the stiffness in his shorts. Snape clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, scolding. He watched the desperation in Draco’s eyes. “Or maybe you were on your way to the kitchen so you could find a house elf. Maybe you already disgraced yourself while you slept?” Draco shook his head, quick, wet breaths being taken in as he collapsed against the stone wall. Snape watched him shiver in pleasure. “Did you wet in your pants, already, Mr. Malfoy?” Draco shook his head wider this time, gasping for breath and fighting against Snape’s grip on his wrists; Snape knew the blonde needed to rub himself; he needed relief of another kind. The boy thrust his hips into the air, almost making contact with Snape, who was close enough to smell Draco’s sweat. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Snape scoffed sardonically. “Some boys can’t help but let the wet stream down their legs. I’ve even seen it happen in class. Those are the boys without a shred of control, peeing in their pants in front of the entire classroom.” Draco swallowed hard and moaned. “I didn’t soil myself,” he whispered fiercely. It was the first thing he had managed to say since his sorry excuse about the kitchen. “I know,” Snape said, suddenly shoving his large hand up against the young man’s crotch, rubbing along his erection roughly. “But you wish you had.” Draco grabbed Snape’s hand with both of his, pressing his professor’s grip into his cock, riding his hand as he humped back and forth. Snape watched as the boy came in a matter of seconds, an orgasm so intense it had Draco crumpled to the ground before it was over. And before Draco had time to catch his breath and open his eyes, Snape had rounded the corner, and was gone. Sitting with his legs splayed out in front of him, Draco breathed deeply, recovering from his orgasm. Smiling at the look he had drawn out of Snape, the look of bliss and debauchery, the appreciation of indiscretion, he released his full bladder, relaxing where he sat and watching a puddle of pee spread out beneath him. He voided through his pants onto the stone floor, sitting in his own pee for nearly half an hour, replaying the events of the night in his mind. When the pee had gone cold and he started to itch, he stood and began to trek back to his dorm room, not bothering to clean the puddle from the floor. He would leave it there, knowing Severus Snape was sure to be the first teacher to come across it, knowing he would call someone to clean it while his erection rose, knowing he would have a hard time thinking of anything else in his sixth-year Slytherin Potions class that afternoon. And, no matter how many times he threatened to obliviate the boy over the course of their relationship, Snape had never gone through with it. It was for the best; their memories of those first days were the ones they always spoke of most fondly, the ones they never wanted to forget. ---
  3. I enjoyed the feeling of my pee just spurting out, despite my ultimate efforts so much. I felt such a huge relief afterwards. I have woken up about 13 hours ago and after squirming for half an hour, I gave in and had my big morning pee. Since than I've carried around regularly with my days. After 10 hours I get home and start noticing that I need to pee. I completely disregarded that as usual and started working on a project for two hours. It kept me really focused and did not realize how time passed by. At this time I was 12 hours with my hold and I started feeling pressure waves. Had to grab myself and stopped what I was doing as I could no longer focus on anything else rather than my bursting bladder. I slide my hands in towards my penis and I can feel that my bladder is extremely bulged and rock solid. Tried to press a little bit on it to asses the real situation and I just couldn't, it was hard as a stone. Trying to push nearly made me spurt in my pants too. I moved to the kitchen, sat on the couch for 10 minutes, until I really felt the pressure waves getting stronger and also some mild pain round my bladder and penis, point at which I stood up and started the camera. Had taken this pic before starting the video. By this time it was around 13 hours since my last pee.I start the camera rolling, I light up a cigarette and try to stay as calm as I can (although it is pretty difficult). Grabing myself and sligthly squirming around is really hard to control. Very shortly I grab the Pepsi bottle and take a few big mouthfuls of it - what a great idea :-) I feel the pressure harder and harder building from my bladder to my urethra. For minutes into the video I show my bulging bladder once again and try to press on it - ROCK SOLID I grab the Pepsi bottle again and chug some more out of it. Now looking at how much is left in the bottle, I am pretty confident that I drank about 1L only during this video (which means that I'll be bursting again soon :-) ). About 9 minutes into the video I light a cigarette which I put down pretty shortly as I can literally feel spasms and my pee tries to force out. I manage for the first 10 minutes of video to remain completely dry, but you can really see my desperation build up. The spasms keep getting more and more frequent and harder to control. I am squeezing and grabbing as hard as I can as my spasms just become uncontrollable and I release a spurt. I squeeze as hard as I can and manage to hold for a few more seconds and another bigger spurt just pushes itself out of me. I squeeze and grab myself as hard as I can. I leak a few more times during the first minute, having a big and visible patch. I managed to cut off the stream every time, and to my surprise for the next 3 minutes the spasms have stopped and it became bearable. After those 3 minutes I can feel the spasms starting to kick in again. I finish my cigar and with very careful footing I manage to get to the bathroom without leaking any further. In the bathroom I try to squeeze as hard as I can but the pee starts to spurt out despite my best attempts to cut it off, every few seconds. Until the point I am peeing myself without being able to do anything about it. I end up with a huge soak and quite a puddle on the floor. The feeling of relaxation felt divine. I am even surprised at how long I managed to fight the spasms and stop the flow. Sorry for the audio, the noise is from my cooler. I am really curious for your feedback Video:
  4. So, as you may or may not have read on the live action feed, I had a little accident in my bed. F6E83B2C-6F20-422F-AA19-60587E8AC323.MOV In an effort to limit the damage to my bed, I quickly made a potty of a towel and a trash can. I used the trash can because I was afraid the towel alone would overflow, but the trash can would be too loud, as there are people next to my room. Warning: contain male nudity! CA47C47A-D104-4CB4-9798-ED03EB76347E.MOV F135328D-1D46-4A8B-AD0E-1C9ABCEA331E.MOV
  5. From the album: Asuka Hybrid Ch. 1-9

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  7. WettingFan91

    Male Pants/Jeans Wetting GoPro

    Version 1.0.0

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    Home alone, had to pee while browsing female wetting videos and felt like participating. Glad to capture it on my go pro camera for those who enjoy such the sight as I do. Enjoy, cheers :D slight male genitalia view towards end.

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  8. Well, I'm a bit nervous posting this, because it's my first time sharing a fiction piece on here, and because I usually write female rather than male omorashi. This is all desperation and no wetting, a "just made it" scenario, and is a product of my self-indulgent whims, but I'm hoping someone else on here might get some enjoyment out of it. The characters are from a non-omo-related project I'm working on (with the names changed because I'm paranoid). What you need to know beforehand is that Alex is an escaped lab experiment who kind-of-sort-of works for Chris. *** Learning to Let it Show The train ride starts out as normal. The only thing different from their usual trips is the amount of time-- four hours, much longer than the quick hops over to the neighboring city that they usually take. He knows Chris is used to these lengthy rides, having lived clear out in the countryside as a child, but for Alex it's a new experience. He's not used to being stuck inside a moving vehicle for so long. At least they have their own compartment to themselves, courtesy of Chris's large amounts of cash. The two of them make light conversation occasionally, but mostly the compartment is quiet. Chris is reading through papers for something related to his job-- he didn't offer details, so it must be more boring drudge work-- and Alex is content to stare out the window and watch the scenery go by. Not only does he get a better picture of his surroundings, but it's also oddly peaceful. About an hour into their trip, Alex notices a twinge in his abdomen that means he needs to use the restroom. He frowns a bit to himself-- this could be a problem. On their way in, he'd noticed the sign on the door of the only restroom that had read "out of order." It's only a slight urge, though, so hopefully things won't get any worse. He hopes. Unfortunately for him, his wish isn't granted. Over time, his bladder steadily fills up, and by the time they're two hours into their train ride, Alex has to go quite badly. It's already past the point where he'd usually be doing something about it-- but then again, he doesn't like the distraction created by the urge to pee, so he's never been one to hold it in the first place if at all possible. He's rarely ever been in this situation, so he's honestly at a bit of a loss. He does know that letting other people know about his need to go is showing a potential weakness, though. It's practically advertising that his guard is down. So instead of fidgeting the way his body wants him to, he puts his hands on his knees, squeezes his thighs together, and tries to wait it out. It's not pleasant, though. The rattling and swaying of the train certainly isn't helping matters. Every bump and shake jostles his bladder, making it that much worse. He's not used to waiting this long. It's getting worse by the minute, slowly growing from uncomfortable to urgent, and he's finding it harder and harder to distract himself from his need to go. He's not even sure why he has to pee so badly, anyway; he doesn't normally get this desperate this fast, and he hasn't had any more to drink than usual. Whatever the case, though, that doesn't change his situation. Alex suddenly notices that he's tapping his foot on the floor, and abruptly stops. He can't do that. He can't show any signs. It's much, much harder to do than he'd thought. As it is, he wants to jiggle his legs up and down, move them back and forth, bounce around in his seat, anything. He's getting desperate now, his bladder throbbing with need. He wonders if he could just pick the lock on the bathroom and go in the broken toilet-- but no, that would be rude, and besides he's not sure if he could actually pick the lock in this state. He didn't know it was possible, but as the minutes pass, it gets even worse. The pain in his bladder is now a sharp, hot ache of urgency. He checks his watch again-- still an hour left to go. A full hour left, and it's already this bad. As it is, it's taking everything he has to maintain his composure. He's trying, but he's barely able to make it seem as though nothing's wrong when he can barely stand how badly he needs to go. He wishes he had a bottle, a can, something, anything to pee in, at least relieve some of the pressure-- "Alex." He jumps, startled out of his thoughts by the sudden interruption. He looks over to find Chris staring at him intensely. "What's wrong?" Chris asks. "What-- nothing's wrong," Alex says, trying to keep his voice steady. "Bullshit." Chris is almost glaring at him now, arms crossed as he looks Alex up and down. "Look at you. You're obviously not okay." It's only then that Alex notices exactly what sort of state he's in. His entire body tensed, breathing harsh, hands gripping his knees so tightly it's painful. Well, so much for composure. At the lack of reply, Chris continues. "You look like you're in pain. Are you sick? Does something hurt somewhere? What?" Alex shakes his head. "It's not that. It's..." "Then what is it," Chris says, more a command than a question, giving him an impatient look. "I..." Alex frowns and looks out the window again, suddenly ashamed. "Alex." Chris's tone leaves no room for argument. Alex feels his face growing hot. He doesn't want to say it, why does he have to say it? "...I need to use the restroom," he finally admits quietly. Chris blinks, then frowns in understanding. "But the bathroom is--" "Out of order." He feels exposed, suddenly, letting Chris know the source of his predicament. What is it about this that makes him feel like a child again? Chris leans back, eyeballing him with a concerned look. "Is it that bad?" Alex nods slowly. "Really bad." He closes his eyes for a moment, not wanting to look at Chris. "Why the hell didn't you just say something?" Alex opens his eyes and looks over at Chris again. He's glaring again, and the look makes Alex feel even worse. "Seriously, Alex. If it's really that bad, just say something. Don't just sit there suffering in silence." Alex takes a deep breath, trying for a moment to take his mind off his throbbing, aching bladder as he decides how to explain. "I can't let it show," he says slowly. "Not anything. It's a sign of weakness. Letting people know it's a distraction is like painting a target on my chest." "Is that what they taught you there?" Chris demands. Alex says nothing. His silence is as good as an agreement. Chris lets out a long sigh. "Really. Who's going to target you? It's just the two of us, you know." Alex looks down, then back up at him, then back down again. "...I'm sorry. It's just instinct." "I know," Chris says softly. "I know. But seriously, there's no one here. You can do whatever you need to and no one's going to know. Even if it means showing your weaknesses or whatever." Alex takes a second to digest this. "I'm not sure I know how," he says softly. "Then just let your body take over. It knows what it wants to do." With that, Chris goes back to his papers, though not without eyeing him in concern. Alex isn't entirely sure what to do for a few moments, then slowly feels himself giving in to his urges to move around. He bounces his knees up and down, feet tapping against the floor. Then tries moving his thighs in and out, knocking his knees together. He shifts in his seat, trying to find a position that best helps with the pressure. Crosses his legs, uncrosses them. Before he knows it, he can't stop moving even if he were to try. Being able to fidget makes it a little easier, but doesn't actually do anything for the sharp, painful urge. His entire abdomen is aching now, and he can't help rocking back and forth as the pressure grows more intense. "So it's a weakness, huh?" Chris comments, not glancing up from his paperwork. Alex looks at him again, this time grateful for the distraction. "Yeah. An obvious one. I can't very well do much of anything like this, can I?" "Yeah." Chris looks up now, and a brief smirk crosses his face. "But you know, regardless of whether you let other people know about it or not, it's still a weakness if it distracts you this much." "That's why I shouldn't even be getting into this situation," Alex groans. "I have no idea how this happened. I'm usually much more careful." "It happens to everyone at some point," Chris says. "You can't be expected to be perfect all the time. That's what it means to be human." Alex nods slowly. It's something that he needs a reminder of every so often-- that's he's human just like everyone else, and that it's okay to be a weak, fallible human and not a perfect, emotionless fighter. He's still not used to showing such a vulnerable side of himself to someone else, though. It feels strange. Strange, but not unpleasant. At that point, his bladder decides to make itself the focus of his thoughts again by giving an urgent spasm that sends desperation shooting through his body. He hisses and clenches his thighs together as he gives everything he has not to let anything leak out. After a few seconds it becomes more bearable, and he no longer feels like he's about to wet himself, but the urge is still intense, worse than any he's ever felt before in his life. He needs to go, absolutely needs to, and the intensity of it is driving him insane. He looks at his watch again-- still half an hour left. Unable to do anything else, he puts one hand between his legs to hold himself. Then the other. It helps hold things back, a little. If nothing else, it makes him feel more secure. If he rides out this last half hour, he'll be able to get some relief. The trouble is, he's not sure he can do that. He's gasping and moaning now as he rocks back and forth with his hands in his crotch, willing himself to hold on just a few minutes longer. It's so hard, though, when he feels like he's going to burst any moment, and every bump and sway of the train jolts his bladder and sends another pang of urgency through him. At that moment they hit a particularly large bump, and Alex gasps sharply as he feels a small spurt leak out. "Oh no," he moans in horror. "No, not now, not now." Chris looks up in alarm. "Are you--?" "Not yet," Alex gasps. "Not yet. But-- it started to-- it came out, just a little." Chris frowns at him in sympathy. "Are you still okay?" "I think. I hope," Alex says breathlessly. "Good." Chris pauses. "No one's going to notice anything. Those are black pants. If it's just that much, you'll be fine." Alex nods. "I just hope it's only that much." The last few minutes of the train ride are agony. He leaks again twice, and the whole time he feels like he could burst and let the rest out any second. He's honestly not sure how he makes it through, except with a lot of rocking and shaking and holding himself. Finally, finally, as four hours come to a close, the train slows to a stop as it rolls into the station. Alex breathes a sigh of relief that he's managed to make it through. Then he tenses up as he reminds himself that the hard part isn't over yet-- he still has to make his way off the train to the station restrooms. And now that they'll be in public again, he can't fidget or hold himself the way he has been. It's going to be the hardest thing he's ever done. As he stands up, his bladder gives a lurch, and he gasps and squeezes his legs together at the suddenness of it. He's not sure he can do this. "I'll get our luggage. You just concentrate," he hears Chris say. Alex nods and focuses on standing up straight, trying not to hunch over the way he wants to do to relieve some of the pressure. He feels his whole body tensing up as he slowly makes his way forward, taking small, delicate steps to keep from jarring his bladder even further. Maintaining composure as he walks is almost impossible. The urgency of his need is making everything in him scream to hold himself, crouch over, turn his knees inward, and it takes everything he has to stand up straight and walk properly. Out of the train, into the crowd of the platform, and from a quick survey of the place he notices a sign for the restrooms a short ways away. He slowly makes his way over there, using everything he has to try and keep the immense pressure at bay for just a few minutes longer. Thankfully, there's no line when he gets there, and the stalls are free-- he flatly refuses to use a urinal, it's just something he can't do-- so with relief so close to be found, he hurries over to one and locks it as quickly as he can. He's seconds away now, and he's vibrating with anticipation, already starting to leak as he unzips and pulls himself out. And then he's peeing, finally, and it gushes out hard and fast, and if it weren't a public restroom he'd be moaning out loud at the sheer relief. He pees for a long time, longer than he ever has, and when he's finally done his bladder is still aching a bit from the strain of holding so much for so long, but he doesn't care because it's finally over. He takes another moment to savor how good it feels to have finally relieved himself, then zips himself up and heads out. When he emerges from the restroom, Chris is leaning back against the wall with their bags, waiting for him. Alex picks up his own bag and gives him a small smile. Chris grins right back, and without another word, the two of them set out.
  9. ravenheart30

    malefemale Couldn't Wait

    Warning: this story involves two guys. There is a kissing scene involving two guys as well. ‘Gonna be hot tonight. Start drinking now,’ he typed into his page. The fan in the room sent a chill down his spine. ‘Ready 4 2night,’ read the text he got from his band mate Jack. Which made Luke smile and blush a little. He had a bit of a crush on the bass player. He tweeted back, ‘yes’ He took a drink of tea that he had made a few moments before. It was a half hour before he had to be at sound check. He looked over his lyrics sheets during the next few moments then grabbed his costume and left, but not before grabbing a bottle of water. He had finished his cup of tea and put the tea cup on the counter. The car was hotter than the temperature when he got in. The air was hazy on the pavement as he drove on the freeway. He put the air conditioning on. It felt nice on his warm body. Sound check went great. Emily was using a pretty paper fan that had a butterfly design on it. The rest of the guys each had water bottles. Luke was admiring Jack as he played the bass. He had taken a break and wiped his face with a cool cloth. He picked up the little spray fan and handed it to Luke who used it on himself and Emily. “Thanks sweetie,” she said. Luke’s hair was a bit sweaty by now once sound check was finished. The water bottle he had was also finished. They spent the next few hours in their dressing rooms just hanging out. They got a warning from the stage crew that it was twenty minutes to show time. Luke figured it be best now to use the bathroom before he had to head up on stage. He left the dressing room to go to the nearby restroom but the line for the guys was ten people. The people that also performed that evening were in line. ‘Shit ok… there’s another one’ He checked another nearby restroom which was also busy. A few stalls had ‘not working‘ signs on them. He walked by a lemonade stand and saw the lemonade pour into the styrophome cups. Luke closed his eyes. he shouldn’t have drank the two cups of tea plus the water. He ran back to the dressing room. “What’s the hurry Luke? We still have ten minutes.” “Ten minutes… uh..” Jack noticed Luke was kinda pressing his legs together in a ‘gotta go now’ way. “Did you try the crew bathroom.” “There’s a line,” said Luke softly. “I only have ten minutes..before….. this is bad.” Jack felt really bad. He knew he’d do anything for his friend. He was more than a friend though, He thought Luke was adorable. But couldn’t say anything since he knew Luke already had a boyfriend. “Come with me,” said Jack softly. Luke followed Jack to behind a storage building. Jack looked around and saw no one. “Ok just go,” Whispered Jack. “What..here.. I can’t. My outfit would get wet.” “You have another one in the dressing room. Say you spilled a drink on it,” said Jack with a little smile. “I can’t.. maybe if I could,” his hands touched his belt to undo it. “Careful… you don’t want to get in trouble if someone comes by..its less noticeable.. here ill stand in front of you so no one sees.” “I’m scared… I’m not…supposed to… oh fuck… I can’t,” he said softly. He whimpered a little. “There’s no other way right now,” said Jack softly. “You only have a few moments till they are gonna start looking for us.” He heard off in the distance someone say that this was gonna be the last song. He knew he couldn’t make it to the nearby restroom. If he moved… he was gonna wet himself. He was warm from sweat. He looked up into Jacks eyes, pleading. He looked so nervous. Jack came up to him and gently hugged him, “it's ok… no one will see.” He whispered softly into Lukes ear. He could feel Luke kind of wiggle his hips. His hand went down there to cup himself to try to stop it. Luke suddenly felt Jack kiss his cheek. Just softly and gently. “Just go. You don’t have much time. I’ll stay right here to block people from seeing..it’s ok.” Luke relaxed a little and felt a wet little spot on the front of his boxers. From instinct he stopped. Their lips met. Luke felt his body relax against Jacks. That’s when Luke felt warm wetness soak the front of his boxers slowly. At first… then a little drip went down his leg. Jack hugged him and Luke rested his head against Jack’s shoulder. His body trembling nervously as he went. He felt really embarrassed after he was done. His face warm from blushing. “Oh my god…I… couldn’t stop it.” “It’s ok… let’s get you cleaned up. Here. Use your coat.” Jack stood close in front of him while Luke removed his coat. He tied it around his waist so the long part was in the front. Jack walked close behind him. Luke snuck into his dressing room and locked the door. He had just enough time to remove the wet pants and put them in the sink and started to run some water on it. he removed his boxers and decided he had to go without that night. He put on new pants and went back to the stage just in time.
  10. We finally made it through another hot dry summer. I hope I am not the only one looking forward to a cold wet winter. I pulled out my insulated nylon winter gear this past weekend and can't wait to wear it outside in the cold and wet myself. The thick nylon clothing is perfect for fun and discreet public wetting. I am planning wetting while shoveling, walking the neighborhood, shopping and just doing anything with my snowsuit on. Anyone else out there performing the same prep work?
  11. hal_jordan

    [Male] Wet My Jeans

    View File Wet My Jeans My first pants wetting vid. Newbiw. Hope y'all like. Submitter mercutio Submitted 11/27/2016 Category Male videos  
  12. Jumin's alarm clock beeped, signalling to him that it was morning time. He turned over on his bed and hit the button on his clock, shutting it off. He slowly sat up and stretched. His head was hurting a bit. He had a bit too much wine last night so he was slightly hungover. Jumin looked over beside him and saw his cat, Elizabeth the 3rd, sleeping in his bed beside him. He gently pet his cat and smiled. "Good morning, princess. Sleep well?" he asked her. Elizabeth slowly woke up and looked up at him, meowing softly. Jumin smiled and pet her for a while longer until he looked over at his clock. It was almost 8:30 and he remembered that he was holding a meeting at the C&R building at 9. He sighed and got out of bed and started to get dressed. He luckily had a shower the night before so he would save time in the morning. He was responsible like that.While Jumin looked for his suit, he felt a bit of pressure in his bladder. The wine he had last night had caught up to him. Simply deciding that he didn't have time to use the bathroom, he donned his regular suit and went to the kitchen where his chef was. "Good morning, sir. For breakfast, I have made you a healthy fruit salad along with a glass of red wine." said the chef. Jumin smiled and nodded. "Thank you." He sat down and began to eat. After finishing the salad, he drank down his wine. "That was good." he said to himself, standing up and checking the time. 8:40. He decided that he had better leave now if he wanted to make it to the C&R building on time. After filling Elizabeth's food bowl, Jumin grabbed his things and headed down the elevator of his penthouse. As he exited the elevator, his driver, Driver Kim, was already waiting for him. He opened the car door for him and Jumin got in. During the drive, Jumin felt the wine from breakfast had made it's way to his bladder. He made a mental note to use the bathroom at the building before the meeting started. There was traffic on the road, so it took a bit longer then usual to get to the building. Jumin sighed and pressed his thighs together. He wasn't desperate yet, but he still felt like he should use the bathroom soon.Eventually, they made it to the C&R building. Jumin got out of the car and went into the building. After signing in, he made his way towards the bathrooms. He was just about to enter the men's room when his assistant, Jaehee Kang, stopped him. She had a cup of coffee in her hand. "Mr. Han, there you are. The meeting is about to start." she said to him. Jumin turned to her and nodded, temporarily forgetting about his need. "Right. I was just about to head to the meeting room." he said. Jaehee nodded. "Good. And I brought you your coffee." she said, handing him the cup of coffee. Jumin took it and smiled. "Thank you. Lead the way, Assistant Kang." he said, following her to the meeting room. On the way, Jumin sipped his coffee. It wasn't until he finished it that he realized that it would fill his bladder soon enough. He shook his head. How could he be so stupid? Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now. He would just have to wait until after the meeting to relieve his bladder.After entering the meeting room, Jumin saw that everyone was already there, talking among themselves. Since he was holding the meeting, he had to stand in the front of the room. As he walked to the front of the room, he gave his crotch a quick squeeze to help him hold his urine. He could already feel the coffee making its way to his bladder. He sighed and looked at everyone. "Good morning everyone. I called you all here today to discuss the new cat project I am planning." Jumin started the meeting about developing clothes for cats to wear. About ten minutes in, a wave of desperation washed over him, causing him to stop talking suddenly and bite his lip. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he faked a cough. "Sorry. My throat is a bit scratchy." he said. He discreetly pressed his legs together and continued talking. Twenty minutes later, Jumin's need had gotten considerably worse. He was now walking around the large table as he talked, as he was unable to keep still. "Now, Assistant Kang has prepared a PowerPoint to explain my points." Jaehee opened her laptop and pulled up the PowerPoint. Jumin sat down in a chair and watched his assistant start to present it. Sitting down had eased his urge a bit. On the table was a large pitcher of water with cups around it. Jumin had gotten quite thirsty from talking for so long. He began to pour himself a glass of water. He drank it down and payed attention to the presentation again. As the PowerPoint went on, Jumin was beginning to regret drinking the water. His bladder was even fuller now. He bit his lip and crossed his legs to keep his urine from escaping. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to interupt the meeting for something as small as his full bladder. He was determined to keep holding.Fifteen minutes later, though it felt like hours for Jumin, the PowerPoint finally ended, which meant Jumin would have to stand up again. Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and stood up, but something happened that made him gasp. He leaked. It was a small leak, but it still caught him off guard. He walked back to the front of the table with his legs pressed tightly together. He glanced up at the clock. He was halfway done with the meeting. He began to talk more about his project for another 20 minutes, his bladder getting fuller and fuller. Jumin let out another leak, a bit longer than the last one. While it looked like Jumin was completely calm while talking, he was actually panicking. If he were to wet himself in front of his co-workers, it would certainly ruin his reputation. "Now, I know a few of you had other ideas about cat projects to work on. You may come up here and present them." said Jumin, quickly sitting down to try and ease his urge a bit. One of his co-workers went up to the front and began to present his idea about a new toy for cats. Jumin tried to listen, but he was too focused on his overly full bladder. He honestly didn't remember when he decided to hold himself like a child, but he found himself gripping his cock through his pants. Another leak escaped and Jumin looked down. Even though his pants were dark, he could still see a tiny wet spot on his pants. He groaned softly and continued holding himself.Soon, the co-worker was finished presenting and Jumin had to wrap up the meeting. He took his hand off his crotch and slowly stood up again and waddled to the front. He talked quickly. "That wraps up the meeting. Make sure you look over your notes carefully and try to come up with new cat projects. We will meet again next week." he said. The workers and Jaehee began to file out of the room. Soon, Jumin was the only one left. His bladder let another leak escape and he gasped, his hands shooting to his crotch. He had to go so badly that he didn't think that he would even make it to the bathroom in time. Jumin looked around the room frantically and spotted the large potted plant in the corner. The pot was over filled with soil. That gave Jumin an idea. It was a stupid one, but his bladder was absolutely begging for release. With his hands still in his crotch, he hobbled over to the potted plant and stood in front of it. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. It was time. He was finally going to get release. He was just about to start relaxing when-"Mr. Han?"Jumin gasped and quickly put himself away and zipped himself up. He turned and saw his assistant atanding there. Jaehee looked at him. "I forgot my clipboard. What were you doing, Mr. Han?" she asked. Jumin looked away and tried to look like he wasn't about to relieve himself in the potted plant. "N-Nothing...I was just about to l-leave." he said, trying his harderst not to stutter. His legs were pressed tightly together and more leaks were escaping. Jumin hoped that Jaehee would leave soon so he could finally go. Jaehee just continued looking at him. "Are you alright, Mr. Han? You don't normally stutter." she said, a bit concerned. Jumin was trying to think of what he should say when it happened. His bladder could no longer hold. The floodgates opened and pee began to rush out of his cock. Jumin tried his hardest to stop it, but it was no use. It just kept coming. His pants got soaked and a stream of pee was falling from his pants, creating a puddle on the ground. Jumin held back back a moan of relief as his bladder finally emptied. Jaehee stood there in shock as she watched her boss have an accident. She wasn't quite sure what to think.After about five minutes, Jumin's pee finally slowed down and soon stopped. Jumin stood up straight and looked away. He couldn't look his assistant in the eyes. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "I...I am very sorry. You should not have to...see me like this." To Jaehee's surprise, Jumin seemed calm and collected. "I will be going home now. I will see you tomorrow, Assitant Kang." And with that, Jumin walked out of the room. As he walked through the hall, he kept his gaze down. While he seemed to be completely calm on he outside, on the inside, he was extremely embarrased. He walked outside where Driver Kim was waiting for him. He wondered why Jumin's pants were darker than they were this morning, but didn't say anyhing. Jumin opened the truck of the car and pulled out a towel, setting it on the back seat. Getting into the car, he sat on the towel and Driver Kim began to drive him home. Jumin was quiet for the whole trip, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He sighed looked out the window, trying to focus on something else for the ride home.As soon as he got home, Jumin took off his clothes. His underwear was soaked and he cringed as he peeled them off. He set up a hot shower for himself and stepped in, scrubbing himself good. He still couldn't believe he wet himself in front of his assistant. He wondered what she thought of him now. He worried that she was going to tell his co-workers, or worse, his father. Trying not to stress out, Jumin stepped out of the shower and dried off, putting on his bathrobe and walking back to his room. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat on the bed. Embarrasment was eating away at him, but he tried to remain calm. Elizabeth the 3rd jumped up on the bed and rubbed against Jumin. He looked at her and rubbed her head. "Elizabeth the 3rd...I had an....embarrasing experience at work today. You are my only comfort for this." he said quietly.Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Jumin stood up and opened it. It was one of his security guards. "Sir, there is someone at the front door. She said her name is Jaehee Kang. Isn't she your assistant?" asked the guard. Jumin tried to hide his blush. Jaehee was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even so, he mustered up whatever courage he had left and asked the security guard to let Jaehee in. "Yes sir." said the guard and he went to get Jaehee. Jumin changed into a T-Shirt and jeans. By the time he was done changing, Jaehee arrived at his bedroom door. "Hello, Mr. Han." she said, flashing him an awkward smile. Jumin looked at her, then looked away. He was clearly still embarrassed about his accident. Jaehee spoke again. "Mr. Han...I am very sorry about your...accident. Please know that I do not think any differently of you, and I know how you feel in this situation." Jaehee blushed a bit. "Do you remember about three months ago when I was working and then suddenly asked to go home because I said I was feeling sick?" Jumin nodded, but didn't say anything. She continued. "Well...on that day...I actually had an accident myself. I was right outside a stall when it happened, so you couldn't see it, but that is why I asked to leave. So you see...everyone has accidents." she said softly. Jumin finally looked at Jaehee, not saying anything for a few moments. He then smirked and put a hand on his hip. "Hm...I was wondering why your pants were darker when you asked me that." he said. Jaehee blushed and rubbed her arm. "Y-Yes..." she said, now feeling a bit embarrassed herself. She looked at her watch and then back at Jumin. "I must head home. I need to get started on some paperwork. I...hope you feel better, Mr. Han." She turned to leave out the door when Jumin called out to her. "Assistant Kang...thank you." Jaehee smiled. "Anytime, Mr. Han. See you tomorrow." She then left. Jumin sat on his bed and sighed. He was lucky to have an assistant like her, but he seriously hoped that he wouldn't have anymore accidents like that in the future. [Author's Note] Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed my story! This was my first real attempt at making an omorashi fanfic, so I decided to go with the simple "desperate at work" scenario. If you have any constructive criticism, please tell me in the comments. Who knows, I might make another one one day. Thanks for reading! <3
  13. LucyVersion2.0

    Big Brother Roman

    It was a Tuesday night following a Smackdown taping, and Sheamus was out with Roman Reigns, celebrating and getting drinks from fans. They couldn't drink everything they were bought, but they were both drunk. They had decided to stop at a small, out-of-the-way place far from the arena, so they weren't inundated with fans, and the few who were around were pleasant. They took few pics once they'd had their photo ops. If they called anyone who cared to show up for a peek, the bar would probably be closed by the time they arrived. Sheamus had to go potty, but so far Roman wouldn't let him. He claimed it was better to wait, because once a guy went, the seal was broken. He tried to take a sip off the glass of beer that had been set before him, but it went straight to his bladder. He tugged at Roman's coat sleeve. “I can't stand it anymore, I need to go potty now,” he whispered urgently. Roman looked over at Sheamus squirming as discretely as he could, and felt his own close-to-bursting bladder twinge. He kept a straight face though, and nodded. “Yes, let's go to the restroom.” They excused themselves from their fans. Sheamus followed Roman to the men's room. Roman looked stoic and cool, but Sheamus picked up something tight in his walk, and slightly hunched in his posture. Big brother had to go potty, too. Roman only lost his cool briefly, when he tried the door handle and found it locked. He winced, and knocked sharply on the door. Sheamus had already lost his cool, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot in an embarrassing potty dance. “I'm going to wee myself!” He told big brother Roman. In sheer seconds, he would. Roman tried the door handle on the ladies' room, and it opened. He hurried inside, already undoing his black cargo pants. Sheamus rushed in behind him, raking down his jeans, but Roman had already claimed the toilet. Sheamus whimpered, and big brother moved over to make room for him to wee, too. “I'm sorry, lil bro,” Roman apologized. “I couldn't wait one more second.” “Neither could I,” Sheamus said. “Better make this one count. No more stopping until we get to the hotel.” Sheamus realized he'd leaked a little in his pale blue jeans on the way to the toilet. Since he wasn't wearing anything underneath, the wet spot was very obvious. He blushed and turned away from the big guy, who was amazingly still weeing. There weren't any paper towels in the restroom, only a roller towel, hung high. Even if it hadn't been hung high, he wouldn't have tried to dry his jeans on it. He took a handful of toilet paper instead and tried to lessen the damage. But, alas, it was hopeless. Big brother finally finished weeing, and noticed little brother's little accident. He gave Sheamus a quick snug. “It's okay, bro, you can wear my coat.” Roman took of his leather coat, and Sheamus shed his Adidas hoodie. They traded, and the leather was long enough to hide the accident. Sheamus hugged him. “Thanks, bro.” Roman squeezed him back. “Let's get out of here.” They left the restroom, then the bar. Out in the parking lot, Roman grabbed Sheamus's bag from the trunk of their rental car and handed it to him. It was his big traveling bag, not the small gym bag he'd grabbed before the show, and in which he'd forgotten to pack pants. Sheamus unzipped the big bag and dug up a pair of bright green briefs with black waistband and y-front details. Roman smiled, they were sexy on his guy. “You're not going to go potty in those, right?” Sheamus gave him a sassy grin. “I'll try not to.” “Good boy.” Roman rubbed Sheamus's head, tousling his mohawk out of place. Sheamus pulled out a pair of purposely faded and destroyed black jeans, and Roman put the bag back in the trunk. While he drove, Sheamus changed in the passenger seat. He put the wet jeans in his gym bag with his wrestling necessities. Happy and dry, among other things, he leaned against big brother and snugged him. “How far to our hotel?” He asked. “I haven't booked at any,” Roman admitted. “I wanted to knock out some of the driving to Virginia when no one's on the road.” “Good idea, bro.” Then, remembering all they'd had to drink, Sheamus had to ask: “Are you sure you're good to do so?” “I think so... Hand me a bottle of water.” Sheamus did. “Want an energy drink? Sober you up.” “No thanks. If I keep driving long, I might want to stop for coffee, though. My stomach couldn't handle it now.” Roman put a hand to his belly, which wasn't feeling it's best. He wished he'd thrown up before getting behind the wheel. “You okay, big guy?” “Yeah,” Roman lied. “Can you get me another water?” Sheamus did, and hoped Roman would need to stop for a potty break soon. He himself already needed to go, rather badly, He'd broken the seal once again. “Ah...bro?” He ventured, nervously. “Already?” Roman asked, knowing what Sheamus wanted. Sheamus nodded, and wiggled. “Well, you'd better hold it until we get to a rest area or truck stop, Shay. I've been drinking, and if we run afoul of the law, I'll get busted.” Sheamus undid his jeans and adjusted the waistband of his little green and black pants. He adjusted his posture and tried not to think about weeing. He leaned forward to look at the GPS, but the pressure on his bladder made the task impossible. “How far are we from either?” Roman fiddled with the device. “There's a rest area up ahead...about thirty miles.” “How far is that in kilometers?” Sheamus asked desperately. “I don't know, bro. And stop squirming. I have to go, too, and you don't see me doing that.” Sheamus tried not to fidget so much and concentrated on his muscles instead. Roman turned on the stereo. Roman pulled into one of the closest parking spots to the rest area and parked. “I don't think I can make it to the toilet!” Sheamus cried. “Yes you will,” Roman encouraged. “Come on, I'll help you.” Sheamus shook his head. “No, I've got to wee right here!” He threw open the car door and immediately started going potty. “Shay!” Roman scolded, and opened the back passenger door to give Sheamus more privacy before heading towards the building in a careful walk. “Hey, Roman!” Startled, Roman froze. He had to, or he would unleash a flood. He tried to look casual as he searched the darkness for the owner of the voice, his friend and former Shield mate, Dean Ambrose. Dean hugged him from behind, and a brief, sizzling sound escaped Roman's lips. He blushed and held himself, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Dean had nearly made him piss his pants. Dean released him. “Uh-oh, gotta pee, huh?” “Yeah.” Roman continued his tight steps towards the building. “Maybe I should tickle you,” Dean threatened. “Oh, fuck no. I'd piss all over the place.” Dean got the doors to the lobby and the men's room for Roman, and hung with him, chatting happily while Roman used the trough. Dean, Jimmy, Jey, and Naomi had stayed and partied in Chicago after the show, and had had a crazy time, but none of them wanted to stay overnight. So Dean had begged the twins and Naomi for a ride to wherever they were staying for the night. Roman nodded at what could be the right times, they were both drunk, and Dean, who talked a blue streak when he was sober, didn't even seem to take a breath when he was fucked up. Roman could smell weed on Dean's jacket, too. Dean continued yapping about how he'd pissed off Naomi, and wondered aloud if he'd been left here. Roman washed his hands. “Was that why they stopped?” He teased. “Actually, I forgot why we stopped... Hmm...” Dean overexaggerated a thoughtful state for Roman's amusement, pacing back and forth, face in hand, elbow in other hand. “Oh, I got it! Naomi wanted to make sure I wouldn't pee in the rental car again, so she ordered me to use the men's room.” “Are you sure it wasn't an excuse to ditch you?” Although Roman and Dean were tight, onscreen and off, Dean could get annoying sometimes, and he had sympathy for his cousins and Naomi. “No... They wouldn't do that... Would they?” Dean asked, and started pissing in the trough. “I don't know,” Roman replied. “See you later, travel safe.” He was close enough to the door to cut off Dean's reply. He hoped Dean's ride hadn't left. Usually, he wouldn't mind giving Dean a lift, but Roman really wanted to spend time with Sheamus alone. In the parking lot, he caught sight of the twins and Naomi getting out of a bright yellow sedan and waved, not stopping to chat. He headed back to his own rental, a gray Hyundai Sonata, and Sheamus, who'd managed not to get busted pissing in public. As he sat down in the driver's seat, he realized he was getting tired. He was looking forward to relaxing and playing with Sheamus in their hotel room before falling asleep until at least noon. “Now this time I mean it,” Roman told Sheamus as he guided the car back on to the freeway. “No more stopping until we get to a hotel. But, I plan on stopping soon.” Before long, Roman saw a sign for a casino hotel and decided to stay there, if they had a suitable vacancy. Since the lot wasn't full, there was a pretty good chance they had plenty of open rooms. He pulled into the circular drive, left Sheamus in the car, and went inside. It was posh, high-class. Roman inquired the woman at the front desk, and registered himself for a double queen bed room. He grabbed the key cards, and went back to park the car. “Did you get a room, big guy?” Sheamus asked. Roman smiled. “I did.” He handed his brother/lover the cards and drove into the lot. He spotted the yellow sedan. So, Dean was here, too, and his cousins. He found a spot near a side entrance and parked. They went through the process of unloading their luggage and carrying it upstairs to their third floor room, number 317, which Sheamus believed was lucky, as it was St. Patrick's Day. Roman thought that was cute. The room was large, luxurious, and anonymous, with a patio, hot tub, and mini-bar. Sheamus set down his two bags and looked longingly at the restroom. Roman noticed. “You can hold it. Come, let's fix a bed. “ Together, they stripped one of the queen beds down to the mattress cover. They maneuvered Sheamus's PVC mattress protector, and a thrown away sheet over it. Sheamus hopped up on the bed and wiggled. “Can I go potty now?” “Just chill for a bit, bro. Want a drink?” Roman peered into the mini-bar. “Water, please.” “Yeah, I think I've had enough of the hard stuff myself.” He got two bottles of water and handed one to Sheamus. Then, he went to his bags and stripped. Sheamus watched with adoration and appreciation as Roman shed his clothing. He selected a pair of gray boxer briefs he knew Sheamus liked to see on him when they played; they showed precum spots so well, and clung to his manhood tightly. Sheamus stripped down to his pants, too. Roman turned up the heat, and joined him on the bed. Instantly, they began making out, passionate and heavy, having been denied intimacy for much of the past few days on the road, days full of practice and shows. They stroked and caressed each other, loving the feel of each others skin, and trying to convey that love through their fingertips. They entwined their lower bodies and grinded on each other, their cocks long, hot stones held tight in their briefs. Roman shifted, so he was on top, and before he leaned back down to kiss Sheamus, Sheamus saw how much precum had already leaked out of the big guy. It looked like he'd already cum, but Sheamus knew that couldn't be. Roman was very vocal, and loud, when he came. Thinking about that made Sheamus want to cum, but he couldn't, not when he needed to go potty so badly. He squirmed beneath his lover more meaningfully, and Roman got the hint. He sat down beside little brother on the bed, and felt his tummy. Big brother pressed on his bladder, and try as he might, Sheamus weed a little in his cute green pants. He looked up at Roman in dread. But, the big guy only smiled, and stroked him through the wet pants. “It's okay, bro, you can go now.” Sheamus let go and shivered with relief as he soaked his pants and made a big puddle in bed. Roman groped him the whole time, then scooped up handfuls of the wee and playfully splashed him. “All better now?” Big brother asked. Little brother nodded, and splashed more wee from the puddle on to his pants. “Good. My turn.” Roman struck a pose on the bed, kneeling and jutting out his crotch, like a model in a dirty magazine. Sheamus admired the view, tight pants, precum stain, and above the waistband of the pants, the big guy's bladder was bulging. Sheamus wanted Roman to go potty all over him, and scooted closer. He leaned over to kiss him, and whisper his desire. Roman grinned, and nodded. “Leave the pants on, please,” Sheamus begged, as he layed back in the bed puddle. “Just for you, bro,” Roman replied, sensually as he straddled his lover. He leaned down to kiss and touch, and Sheamus felt the hot wee flooding his lap. He tugged Roman's pants down to his hips, to make his mickey pop out, the wee shot up Sheamus's chest. He moaned, and rubbed it in, delighting in the feel of his slick, wet skin. He tried to catch some in his mouth, but he didn't try too hard, he didn't particularly care for the taste after big brother had been drinking. The puddle they were laying in deepened, pure naughty pleasure. They kissed and massaged each others wet skin madly, fraught with passion, desire, and something primal. Their pants slipped off, and they rubbed each others mickeys; the wee made amazing lube, and soon Roman was groaning, and beginning to curse under his breath. “Mmmmm...” Sheamus tried to keep his cries subdued. He was sometimes embarrassed when Roman got so loud, especially when he was all but certain their hotel “neighbors”, or even random people walking past their room, had heard. Even though they were drunk, and silly, big brother knew his body well, and before long, Sheamus made squirties all over himself and the big guy. “Oh, Roman,” he cried softly, as the jiz shot from his mickey. But, he managed to keep rubbing big brother, knowing by experience, (the feeling of his mickey, not to mention the animal-like growling), that Roman was about to explode. “FUCK!” Roman shouted, and delivered a superman punch to the wall, at the pinnacle of pleasure. Then they were cuddling, spent. After awhile, Sheamus began to shiver, the puddle had begun to cool. “Cold?” Big brother asked. Sheamus nodded. Roman snuggled him close. “Don't worry, I'll warm us up.” He loved pissing in bed, and had to go anyway, he always did soon after cumming. He rewarmed the puddle and smiled lovingly at his sub, “Last chance to go potty before bed, bro. Do you need to go?” Sheamus shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” Roman felt his tummy. “Yes, you do. Come on, out with it.” Sheamus weed a little. “All of it, Shay. I don't want you to wet the bed, well, the other bed.” Sheamus obeyed. “Good boy,” Roman snugged him. When the puddle got cold again, they got up and toweled off. They went to sleep in the other bed, tired and satisfied.
  14. kochel428

    malefemale Obnoxious client

    I just had a call with some of the most obnoxious clients I've ever had. They asked for the call at the last minute, just as I was done with breakfast and about to go for my morning poo. As I sat there listening to their absolutely ridiculous demands, squirming slightly and wishing I had asked them to postpone for 15 minutes so I could go to the bathroom, I suddenly felt like messing myself while talking to them would somehow be a form of retribution. I stood up, and, as I tried to explain something to them, I tried to relax and gently pushed out the first bit. I'm not sure how I managed to keep talking while I did it, but by the time I was finished with my explanation I had a small, firm piece of poop lodged between my butt cheeks. Over the course of the next 40 minutes or so I slowly pushed out the remainder of my morning bowel movement, and now I'm standing here ready to go do something about it. And for some reason, I feel just a little better about wasting an hour of my life talking to those idiots.
  15. It was a wonderful Monday morning. Sasuke Uchiha had heard the alarm on his phone go off and he'd just worken up. Sasuke made his way to the bathroom where he proceeded to brush his teeth and take a shower. Once finished, the Uchiha ate an energy bar for breakfast accompanied with a large glass of water. Usually he used the toilet after eating but today he was a bit distracted. He couldn't help but think about the annoying yet adorable blonde boy he recently began dating. Sasuke had been in love with Naruto almost since the moment they met, so this past month has felt like a dream come true. Sasuke is known for maintaining a stoic face, but being around Naruto made his act different and he kind of liked it. After daydreaming for a few minutes, he glanced at the clock and realized it was time to leave for school. While walking to school Sasuke realized something horrible, he forgot to use the bathroom. Walking wasn't helping the problem. With each step the liquid inside of his bladder would swish around. He had to bend slightly at the waist to contain the urine. Sasuke was thankful once finally arriving at school. Most people would have immediately ran to the restroom, but not an Uchiha. People would see weakness if he showed how desperate he was, so he decided he'd just have to wait until lunch. It wasn't that bad anyway... Once arriving at his locker Sasuke saw a certain blond standing there waiting for him. The simple sight sent Sasuke's heart aflutter. Then, he realized he was still slightly bent over so he immediately stood up straight and tried to look normal, hoping that Naruto wouldn't notice. The only problem was that now it was difficult to hp;d om the urine. Sasuke made sure not to allow the strain to show on his face though. He had to look cool and sexy at all times and looking like you are about to pee your pants in front of your boyfriend was neither sexy or cool. "Ready for class?" Naruto asked, snapping Sasuke out of his thoughts. "Of course!" Sasuke responded. They had been walking to Kakashi-sensei's classroom when Naruto stopped at the drinking fountain. The sound and sight of water running was killing Sasuke, he quickly turn away trying to distract himself. He couldn't help it, he crossed one leg over to prevent any leaking. "You want some too?" Naruto offered, motioning toward the fountain. "N-n-no thanks." Sasuke stuttered. He was beginning to worry his usually calm demeanor was crumbling. The only thing on his mind was peeing. It took all of his strength to not begin wiggling right there. Naruto and Sasuke then continued walking to class. While on their way to class, Naruto kept sneaking glances at Sasuke. Something was odd about him today, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. Sasuke was walking quite stiffly all morning and he even stuttered. Naruto is a bit dense though so he didn't yet realize Sasuke had to pee. Sasuke was beginning to panic in his mind. 'I have to pee. I really have to pee!' The two boys then arrive at the classroom just as the bell rings. Sasuke was slightly relieved. He thought that being able to sit would allow him to discreetly grab himself and prevent any urine from slipping out. Kakashi-sensei was going on and on about something, but Sasuke was too distracted to care. He then began to tap his foot, hoping the distraction would help occupy his mind. This action however, did not go by unnoticed. After this Naruto figured out why Sasuke's been acting so weird. The answer actually made his chuckle a bit. Sasuke had to pee...pretty badly too. Most of the time Naruto didn't see Sasuke as being human, but some extremely advanced species. Naruto forgot that Sasuke actually has human needs, one being he has to use the toilet. Sasuke having to pee wasn't only surprising but also a bit arousing. To see the stoic Uchiha so vulnerable for once was absolutely adorable. Sasuke started to move a bit in his seat. Why did he have to forget to use the toilet this morning, he was even in the bathroom! Now it was only an hour until lunch though and he was confident he could hold it until then. Sasuke realized that he could ask Kakashi to use the restroom but the thought of everyone knowing he has to go and Naruto learning the cause of his strange behavior was just too embarrassing. The mere thought caused Sasuke to blush slightly. It was decided, he'd just have to wait until lunch. Then to his relief, the bell rang. Sasuke waited until everyone else in the class left so that they wouldn't see him struggling to get up. He slowly stood and gasped, feeling a spurt come out. He headed out the door ready to dart for the toilet, his bladder pulsating in anticipation of sweet relief that was only seconds away. For the first time in his life though when he saw Naruto, his heart dropped. "Time for lunch." Naruto said cheerfully, grabbing Sasuke's arm. Sasuke didn't even have time to comprehend what was going on before Naruto dragged him to the cafeteria. The worst part was, they passed a restroom on their way and Sasuke heard a toilet flush. Despite his best efforts, he let out a pained whimper. It took everything he had for Naruto to not smile. He had seen the look in Sasuke's eyes when he left the classroom. Relief was in Sasuke's grasp and Naruto cruelly snatched it away. Once they arrived at the cafeteria and took a seat, Naruto excused himself to get lunch for the both of them. When Naruto was out of view Sasuke took both of his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen, tenderly rubbing his poor, aching bladder. Sasuke was slightly take aback when he felt how full it was. Sasuke was worried, he thought that at this point his body might let go without his permission. Sasuke was in such a daze that he hadn't even heard Naruto walk back. The sound of Naruto placing the trays on the table caused Sasuke to jump from being startled. The momentary loss of control caused his bladder and a small stream leaked out of him. His blood ran cold. He immediately reached for his crotch and the blushed crimson once he realized he was still in school, in front of everyone, including Naruto. On the inside, Sasuke was dying but on the outside he simply smiled through the pain. "Great you're back with the food." He said, trying to distract himself from his bladder yet again. Sasuke wondered if Naruto had noticed his problem yet. Naruto thought that Sasuke looked irresistible. His flushed face was adorable, but the fact that he was still trying to mask his need at this stage was the cutest thing of all. Actually Naruto was enjoying this so much he wanted to push Sasuke even further. While getting their lunches, he had brought back lemonade. "Here you go." Naruto said, grinning at Sasuke while passing him some lemonade. It so closely resembled urine. Something that caused his bladder to thrash around and threaten to release. He looked at Naruto and gave him a look that said 'I have to pee.' He hoped that Naruto would understand this without him having to actually say anything. Naruto was clueless as usual though and just looked at Sasuke strangely. He then asked, "Sasuke, are you alright?" Before even thinking Sasuke yelled, "OF course I'm not alright! I've never had to pee this badly in my life!" Immediately after he covered his mouth in shock. Had he just announced his desperate need for the whole world to hear? Thankfully there was so much noise in the cafeteria that only Naruto and a few others heard. Sasuke turned to look at his boyfriend. "I'm sorry,I didn't mean to yell. I've just been holding it in for so long." Sasuke said, hoping Naruto to understand. "Then go." Naruto said, trying to help. Sasuke wanted to, he desperately wanted to, but his need had gotten to the point that he'd lose control of his bladder immediately trying to stand. He didn't want to admit this to Naruto, but he also didn't want to wet his pants in front of them. "Um, could you help me to the bathroom." Sasuke whispered, sounding a bit like a child. "I won't make it otherwise." Just then another stream trickled out of Sasuke, this time a longer one and dripped down his left pants leg. "Please?" he added. Naruto took Sasuke's hand and helped him up. Then, they headed to the nearest bathroom, all the while Sasuke keeps one hand on his crotch. Once they finally arrived, Sasuke ran inside to the nearest urinal and relaxed. It felt amazing and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He was more pleasured now than he had ever been masturbating. He peed for what felt like an eternity and then zipped himself up and washed his hands. Once out he greeted Naruto, wearing his usual stoic face again. "This never happened." Sasuke said looking at Naruto. "Of course." Naruto responded. They began walking back to the cafeteria. "But..you did look pretty cute." he added "Shut up!" Sasuke said, the blush on his cheeks revealing his embarrassment. Please go easy on me, this is the second omorashi story I've ever written. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. :)
  16. Hello there! I'm currently in the process of putting together a comic concept that revolves around basically a male cast of characters and involves omorashi/wetting and potentially some AB/DL stuff too; there's certainly little if anything out there to compare in terms of consistently-running comics dealing with wetting and mainly with male characters, so I thought...why not! If you're not familiar with me (and my older topics seem somewhat buried by now in the forum), my specific kink-related art site is http://dickscocksnweewees.tumblr.com which, as you can imagine, is pretty focussed on the male subject in kink art! I have some new sketches there from the recent sketch requests, and even some newer pencil sketches of some prospective characters from the brainstorming I've done. I have had some feedback from an enthusiastic crowd on tumblr, but I thought it would also be great to get the feedback of people here! You can either reblog and answer the questions from the original post here, or I've posted the questions below. Also, if you want to sound off about the very basic sketches and character concepts I've posted just today, feel free! So hypothetically, if I were to create a comic… 1) what genre appeals to you? Are you more of a fantasy fan, or does the thought of superheroes getting caught short sound more exciting? 2) what kind of setting do you like? Does a kinky club appeal, or are you more interested in a university, or a space station, or something else entirely? 3) what sort of characters appeal to you? Personality-wise and appearance-wise, let me know your likes! 4) how sexy do you like it? Are you fine with the inherent sensuality of these things, or do you like the occasional sexytimes (or even the frequent sexytimes)? 5) are you more interested in some aspects than others? For example, are you way into wetting and DL aspects, but less into AB? Or way into ABDL but less into wetting clothes? Which aspect is most appealing, and why do you feel that way? 6) would you be willing to support the comic as much as possible, in monetary terms and otherwise? What incentives appeal to you — and please be practical! — in order to do that? Would you be willing to take a little time regularly to spread the word about the comic? 7) what aspects of a comic would you consider deal-makers or deal-breakers? That is to say, what things would totally win you over with such a comic, and what things would make it hard for you to enjoy such a comic? 8) what are your thoughts, in general, on a comic such as the one I’ve mentioned? I know most all of us have thought about something like it, at some point, so let’s hear your musings! I'm happy to hear from all of you, and thank you in advance for taking the time to answer the questions! Just to reiterate, I'm brainstorming for a comic that will have a focus on male wetting and possibly AB/DL themes, so I'm only interested if you actually have an interest in that subject. Feedback like 'I want to see a comic like this but with female characters instead' doesn't help me at all. But I'm sure I don't have to tell all the awesome people here that. :) Nothing is written in stone at this point, so never doubt -- your feedback is very valuable! Thank you again. I hope you'll be kind enough to give me some feedback on this idea!
  17. Tina5422

    malefemale Desperate Date

    Criticism is welcomed. :) Sasuke was never this nervous. It was just something about that annoying blonde that got to him. After their first meaning, Sasuke would have never expected things to end up like this: him and Naruto together on a date. Though he outwardly shows great disdain for his annoying teammate, recently something has began to change. All of the outrageous mannerisms now seemed kind of cute. The obnoxiously orange jump-suit now seemed to suit his blonde hair and sapphire eyes. Sasuke quickly shook his head, he had fallen bad for the other. Sasuke had managed to find an outfit that said, 'I'm not going to be a softie for you dobe' but also 'I kinda really like you and hope you can tell'. Just a pair of dark jeans with a belt and a light blue top. After checking the time, he decided it was appropriate to leave now. He didn't want to be awkwardly early meeting up with Naruto, but he also didn't want to be late. He walked to the park he had invited Naruto to and saw the blonde coming to join him on a bench. "Hey" he said calmly, trying to show his cool demeanor. "Hi" replied Naruto. "Want some ice cream?" He asked Sasuke nodded. "Plain vanilla." Naruto came back with one plain vanilla cone and another cake batter cone covered in confetti colored sprinkles adorning it. Sasuke let out a soft chuckle at the ice cream, just the difference in appearance showed the difference in their personality. Sasuke carefully licked his cone while holding it with a napkin, being sure not to make a mess. He turned to his right and saw ice cream covering Naruto's face already. He took a napkin and wiped it away before blushing slightly. Slightly embarrassed by his action. The blonde must really have a comforting effect on him. Naruto just smiled cluelessly. He had tried switching up his outfit for the date as well. Some khaki shorts with a bright orange t-shirt still showing off his favorite color. The t-shirt now had a stain from his ice cream. Sasuke smiled as he thought of how adorable and childish the blonde appeared and then grimaced realizing he was losing his edge. Another glance told him that perhaps losing his edge wasn't so bad. After both boys had finished their ice cream, they began walking around the park together. They enjoyed talking to each other. About ten minutes into their walk, Sasuke felt an odd pang from beneath his stomach. At first he didn't realize what the feeling was, but after receiving a water bottle from Naruto it dawned on him: he needed to pee. This was nothing for Sasuke Uchiha though. He had been taught all his life to resist urges and never show physical distress or else it would bring shame to the Uchiha name. That was when Sasuke toughened up. However, it's hard to be tough against your bladder when your date is constantly sloshing his drink around you. "Could we sit down for a minute?" Sasuke asked hoping to not sound suspicious. "Just to take in the scenery..together." He mumbled the last word. He thought that sitting would alleviate some of the pressure, but no such luck. He felt the blonde snuggle his head against Sasuke's shoulder so now he definitely couldn't move. Changing position so much would draw attention to himself and even someone as clueless as Naruto would catch on. Unfortunately, it was hot outside and Sasuke needed to drink in order to stay hydrated. This also meant that each sip added to the already present desperation he was feeling. He must feel this way because he didn't pee before leaving the house. He assumed that an Uchiha wouldn't need to worry about something so trivial. But now, about forty-five minutes later, he was regretting his arrogance. After a few minutes, despite his best efforts, Sasuke couldn't help but cross his ankles. It provided little relief but it helped him hide his need. He looked down at Naruto and sighed happily. It turned out the other hadn't noticed the slight movement. After a few more sips from his bottle, Sasuke's need had increased. He quickly glanced around for a toilet but immediately stopped himself. He wouldn't need to pee that badly. His namesake proved that he could certainly hold it. But what if he can't? The pressure slowly began to mount as he sat on the bench. He couldn't help it and squirmed very slightly. This didn't go by unnoticed by Naruto though. "What's wrong?" He asked the dark-haired boy. "Nothing." Sasuke responded quickly. Almost too quickly. He needed to go <I>now</I>. The level of urgency worried the Uchiha. He had never been in this dire of a situation before. Sure everyone's gone on some uncomfortable road trips or too long of after school detention but he had never been so surprisingly desperate. Naruto kept looking up at Sasuke and moved from his shoulder. Wiggling wasn't something he was known for. This was quite weird. Something just has to be wrong. "I know it isn't 'nothing'." Sasuke chewed his lip and mentally debated telling his date. Maybe Naruto could help him find a much needed toilet. Or maybe Naruto would lose respect for him. The cons seemed to outweigh the pros so he continued to ignore Naruto and attempted to change the conversation topic. His leg began to bounce without him noticing from his need. His date noticed this and looked at him once again with confusion in his eyes. "You seem antsy. Do you need to do something?" Oh, how desperately he needed to do something. Sasuke was now regretting his choice in wardrobe with the belt. His hands gravitated towards it and fiddled with the buckle. He couldn't just loosen it or then it would make it obvious to Naruto what was wrong. Sasuke's eyes frantically searched the park for a toilet now shoving aside his Uchiha pride. Naruto put a hand on his shoulder and stared Sasuke in his eyes. "You have to tell me what's wrong." He said with a stern facial expression. "I just need to..." He trailed off hoping he could get away with not vocalizing everything to Naruto but he could still understand. "Need to what?" Naruto didn't understand. Sasuke rubbed his bladder in an attempt to show the problem. "Oh." His face grew red. Now all of the jittery movements made sense but he was still in awe. The most courageous and cool guy in Konoha is not reduced to a squirming mess all because he needs to pee. "Well, why don't you just go?" He continued. "There aren't any toilets around. I looked" he mumbled feeling extremely uncomfortable about everything at the moment. "Oh, want to end our date then so that you can go home and...ya' know..." Naruto asked. Sasuke shook his head, he was really enjoying this close time and didn't want to stop. "Well I have another option, but I doubt you'll like it." "I'll do it, whatever it is." Sasuke replied eagerly. "Maybe you could finish drinking your water bottle since it's big and already close to empty. Then use it to pee in. I'll shield you." The idea embarrassed Sasuke, but it was a lot better than wetting his pants. He nodded. They went to a corner in the park and Naruto turned around. Sasuke sealed the last few drops of water from his bottle. He then unscrewed the top, pulled down his pants, and let loose an inner hose. Naruto's eyes grew wide at the sound and he was shocked. Sasuke's bladder must've gone through hell. Did he neglect such a strong need just to not leave Naruto's side? This made him smile. As the bottle filled, Sasuke sighed both in relief and frustration. The bottle was only temporary he knew but at least it was manageable now. He pulled back up his underwear, his his pants, and then redid his belt on a looser buckle. "Thanks" he said awkwardly after turning back around to his date. "I think going home would be best for you right now considering your..situation." He gave the Uchiha a hug and a peck on the cheek before leaving. Once Naruto left, Sasuke quickly walked home to reach his toilet. Sasuke had hoped for a memorable date, and that it was.
  18. PPP

    female Boy/Girl 2

    From the album: Nyoutou Collection

    © http://www.din.or.jp/~goutin/nyo/gallery/004.jpg

  19. View File Almost 2 minutes long pee - visibly deflating bladder bulge I have been holding my pee for close to 15 hours trough my birthday party whilst drinking a few liters of soda, cover, redbull, long drinks, shots and more than a liter of water in the past 2 hours to rehydrate myself so that tomorrow will be less of a headache. What all of this lead to? A huge rock solid bladder bulge and so much pressure that I wish I could feel that forever. Got to the bathroom and peed without stop for almost 2 minutes. You can visibly see how my bladder deflated. Warning: Contains nudity. I am peeing naked in a measuring cup, a bit over 1L. A video for desperation and bulge lovers. Submitter Despholder Submitted 11/19/2017 Category Peeing  
  20. Makishi

    female Makishi

    From the album: Makishi's Art(rescaled)

    Probably my only male drawing. Not much time went into this.
  21. NiagraFalls

    9.96