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  1. I have a quick question for anyone interested in male desperation. Which type of underwear do you like to see a man wearing? Personally when I do my holds I like to wear a thong, but I would be interested to hear your opinions as to what you find most attractive on a desperate man.
  2. OK, it’s taken me a while to word this, but I thought I’d tell you about some experimenting I’ve been doing during the current lockdown in the UK. For a long time I have wanted to wet myself in public, but have been too scared of being caught. Now with the lockdown, there is much less risk of meeting anyone when I go out for my permitted daily walk, so I finally plucked up the courage to try it for the first time a couple of weeks ago. One night at about 9pm, I was finally ready to do it. I put on an old pair of tracksuit trousers (sweatpants as they are called in the US) and went out for my walk. Once I started to feel the need to go, I made my way to a footpath between two high hedges where I could keep a lookout and knew I wouldn’t be seen. I stopped, pulled my phone out and pretended to text someone, positioned myself, and after a few seconds began to wet myself. My boxer shorts soaked up some of the wee but quite a lot ran down my legs, where more of it was soaked up very well by my trousers. The rest ran down to my shoes, some into my socks and a little pooling on the path. I pushed myself to keep going despite it feeling unnatural, and it felt very naughty indeed wetting myself in public. Once I was done I carried on walking, feeling my wet legs cool off inside my trousers - it felt so good as it cooled off. It really was a great release and helped relax me as I have been quite anxious during the current uncertain times. I dried off a little for the remainder of my walk, then cleaned up and changed when I got home. Since that night I have done a few more wettings while on night walks, in a few different secluded locations - it’s becoming a sort of naughty game I play during the lockdown, and I enjoy it hugely.
  3. This happened a few years ago but still turns me on when I think about it. I was on a long trip from Asia back to Europe and was lucky enough to be flying business class as I'd saved up some frequent flyer points for the upgrade. The trip was one where you had to fly two legs with a transit between them. I spent the last couple of hours of first flight holding my pee as I was planning on a bit of fun for the transit. I was travelling light with just a small backpack and wearing a nice shirt, dark blue chino shorts and boat shoes. I didn't have a change of clothes, so this was a risky game to play knowing I had another 7 hour flight to catch. The transit was three hours and I was planning on a few little leaks to pass the time. Once I got to the business class lounge, I went to the bar and ordered a large glass of wine. Then another. And then a couple of cocktails. Throughout, I was too scared to leak incase someone saw, so I continued to hold. I was now bursting so abandoned my leaking plan and headed for the toilets. What I didn't realise was there was two types of toilet, the normal ones and the fancier ones with showers inside them too. I ended up in one of the fancier ones and so found myself alone in a private locked bathroom all kitted out with towels etc. My drunken thoughts took over and I removed my shoes, walked into the shower and totally flooded my pants and shorts. It felt amazing and so naughty as I wet myself. My only option now was to take off my shirt and take a shower still wearing my pants and shorts to clean up before my next flight. I dried up as best I could but was obviously still quite damp but because it was an even dampness, no one noticed as I walked to the gate. Once on the airplane I took the provided blanket, covered myself and went to sleep happy with the fun I'd had. I was dry by the time I arrived at my destination thanks to the dry airplane air and the warm blanket. That was a fun trip and I'd love to do it again one day! Has anyone else ever had a bit of fun on a flight?
  4. Okay, so this is my most ambitious story on here to date. I tried to include a lot of different things into it. Hopefully, y’all will like it. I ended up writing it on the notes app of my phone, so please don’t hate me for formatting issues or a few typos It’s pretty lengthy and think I found a few good break points. Enjoy! “Parking to Front Leader,” Liz called over the radio, channel 8. At 18, Liz was among the youngest members of the Camp Theme Park team. When she first applied for the job, she wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, but quickly made sense as her soon to be manager explained it in the interview. Basically, the theme park was built directly next to an old summer camp. Accordingly, the owners saw an opportunity, and started having their staff for the theme park live in the old camp cabins for the summer. It was a brilliant idea. Since the staff lived right next door, the hours were long, and there was rarely a day off to be had, but the money was good. Far better than most young adults would make this year. It gave Liz the feeling of having a leg up financially heading into Freshman year of college. Camp life started early, with breakfast on the mess hall tables by 6:00. Work life at the park started shortly thereafter, around 6:30 when the early birds would start trickling in. Liz was on Parking duty today, sitting in a small shed in the parking lot, collecting $5 from every car and directing them where to go. It was mindless and tedious, but not hard at all. It was a warm Spring day, warmer than it had been recently and Liz was trying to keep up on her fluids. She knew she’d have to start getting ready for the brutal summer heat, and learning to drink more water during the day was the first step. It was also the first step towards more bathroom breaks, which she was looking for at the moment. She had gone around 6:00 that morning, before breakfast. At 10:30, and 2 water bottles deep, the time to go again was approaching. “Parking to Front Lead,” she tried again on the radio channel 8. There were 4 Leads in the park; 1 for Rides, 1 for Games, 1 for Food, and Front Lead, which basically included everything else (parking, tickets, info booth, first aide station, etc.). The Leads were responsible for assigning the staff to their post for the day, getting coverage for breaks, trouble shooting any issues that arose, and essentially just making sure things ran smoothly. Liz was mostly interested in the coverage for breaks part as she tried again “Parking to Front...” “Go ahead Parking,” came her response from her annoyed sounding Lead, Shannon. “Just looking to take my morning break,” Liz answered as politely as she could. There was a particularly long pause before the radio cracked back, “copy, standby.” Standby? Like she had a choice, Liz thought. She was sitting in a 3 foot by 4 foot shed at the front of the parking lot with a pretty consistent stream of vehicles coming in now. She had absolutely nowhere to go or hide. Liz crossed her legs, thankful the uniform was relatively comfortable - short khaki shorts, light blue T-shirt with the park logo on the breast, and dark blue baseball cap with the same logo on the front, her long brunette hair in a ponytail out the back. Underneath, her choices left a lot to be desired should anyone see, which she wasn’t counting on. She had chosen plain white soft cotton panties, the kind you can buy like 20 pairs for $10. They didn’t fit perfectly, a little loose in all the wrong places, but they were cheap (important given she was a nearly broke college kid) , light (important in the summer heat), easy to clean (important given the long work hours), and overall pretty much indestructible (arguably most important since Liz used the camp laundry service. They weren’t known for being gentle on delicates.) Liz also had her name written in permanent marker across the back for the same reason. Up top, she rocked a plain black sports bra for many of the same reasons. Additionally, the color and light fabric of the uniform top left very little to the imagination. While she had a chest to be proud of, watching middle aged men oogle her all day from their car in front of wives and children just didn’t do anything for her. Liz sighed as another car pulled up. It wasn’t that she was worried about not being able to hold it. On the contrary, she’d held it much longer, and had to go far worse many times when she was in school and purposefully avoided the gross school bathrooms. It was more just the constant uncomfortable pressure that bothered her now. In school at least, she had room to move around, friends to talk to, lessons to pay attention to. Here, she had nothing and no one to distract her from her need.
  5. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
  6. View File Tied up and desperate to pee My friends left me tied to a chair wearing nothing but my small, white briefs. As I become more and more desperate to pee, eventually I can no longer hold it and start to wet myself. Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 05/23/2020 Category Male  
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  9. Soooo...how's everyone's pandemic going? I genuinely hope you're all well and safe. I'm fine, even though I've been terrible about writing. Clearly not one of those people who uses isolation to be creative! But here's a story I threw together. I love YA novels, so I tried to make this reflect that style - very *angsty* Thanks for reading! *** “El, what time do you want to leave? Or do you just want to corral us whenever you’re ready?” Ellie glanced at the dashboard clock. It wasn’t yet 8 PM – fairly early for arriving at a college party. She pursed her lips, thinking. “Maybe 1:30 at the latest? I have to work tomorrow, but not too early.” “Your wish is our command, Miss Daisy!” cried Jamie, the second of the two boys in the backseat. Ellie had picked up he and his roommate Gael on her way to the frat party on the edge of town. “Miss…” Gael stared at his roommate in confusion, but was interrupted by a deep voice from the front seat. “Miss Daisy was the passenger, dumbass.” Jamie laughed easily – it was the end of the semester, and the mood was light – but Ellie shot a sideways glare at her third passenger. As if he sensed Ellie’s ire, Rider Pierce broke into a dazzling grin. “The driver was Morgan Freeman’s character,” he continued, as if his initial statement hadn’t been stark and humorless, “but no one ever remembers the driver’s name!” Jamie grinned. “Dude, no one our age has even seen that movie!” “Axiom still stands,” Rider said confidently, taking a sip out of his flask. “Name one famous movie about a chauffeur where you remember the driver’s name.” Gael looked skeptical. “Didn’t that movie with Viggo Mortenson driving Mahershala Ali win an Oscar?” “So did Driving Miss Daisy,” countered Rider, “and you still didn’t tell me the character’s name.” Ellie pulled onto the grass of the expansive frat house lawn, adding to the already-long line of parked cars. “Happy Hogan.” Rider looked amused but unsurprised, and, not for the first time, Ellie was irritated at his ability to be so effortlessly charming. “Dubious,” Rider proclaimed. “Happy was obviously promoted to Tony’s head of security and was in a half-dozen movies. Familiarity is a given.” “So Joseph from Princess Diaries is out, too?” Ellie shot back. “Not unless you want me to let you win.” Rider gave her another smile that, to another girl, would have been disarming. Ellie was both too experienced and too annoyed for it to work on her. Unaware of Ellie’s irritation or unwilling to stick around any longer, Gael and Jamie were already heading up the driveway. “Just come get us if you’re ready to leave before 1:30,” Jamie called over his shoulder. “You don’t have to admit defeat.” Rider smirked and took another swig from his flask. “I’m secure enough in my own rightness to survive without your validation.” “Too bad that security doesn’t extend to surviving in a given situation without booze.” If Rider was as stunned as Ellie by her own vehemence, he didn’t show it. “Drinking at a frat party,” he gushed dramatically. “Whoever heard of such a thing? What a hopeless delinquent am I!” “As if you only get drunk at parties,” Ellie snapped. Walking up a frat house driveway wasn’t the place for this conversation, but Rider’s grating nonchalance smashed through Ellie’s hesitance. “You haven’t been willingly sober this whole semester.” This accusation at least earned Ellie a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a prohibitionist, Els.” His tone was light, but Ellie knew him well enough to hear a slight tension in his voice. “But as I am a fully legal adult, I’m really not sure why you’re so worried about me.” “You can drink yourself stupid, for all I care.” The words tumbled out of Ellie’s mouth. “I just don’t want you dragging my brother down with you.” Rider stopped abruptly and turned to face Ellie. His eyes glittered like shards of ice, sharp and hard, in his now-stony face. “If literally anyone other than Brett’s sister had said that, I’d’ve punched them.” Ellie didn’t twitch. It’s not that she didn’t believe Rider, but that she’d known him almost her entire life. And in that time, she’d never once back down from a fight with him. “Where’s the lie?” she asked coolly. “You drink yourself into oblivion on a daily basis, and you don’t think your roommate and best friend is gonna be affected?” Rider’s chest swelled with a deep inhale. “Call me a drunk all you want, but you don’t get to imply that I’d hurt your brother. Ever.” Ellie glared back, but at that moment, another car pulled in, blaring music. It was enough to crack the tension and remind them both that they were standing in the middle of a driveway, presumably on their way to enjoy the last party before spring break. As usual, Rider recovered first. He tipped back his flask, finishing whatever he had inside. “You know how much I enjoy our verbal skirmishes, Ellearia, but I promised Jesse a round of beer pong.” He bounced his eyebrows for flourish and turned away. In an instant, Ellie’s flaming indignation fizzled into resignation. What had she been thinking? It’s not like Rider didn’t know about her concerns. And it’s not like she’d made any headway before. “Els!” Straightening her shoulders as if to physically shed the failed argument, Ellie pivoted toward the sound of her name. Yung Min, a girl from her ultimate team, was climbing out of the car that had just parked. Ellie pasted on a smile and joined the group, heading up to the house. A lifelong connoisseur of people-watching, Ellie found that pre-spring break parties were second only to end-of-year parties in the college calendar for sheer joy. Everyone was celebrating getting through midterms or excited for impending beach vacations, lending a distinct air of glee to the gathering. The frat house was huge, and Ellie was sure there were over 300 people in attendance. She wandered through the house, nabbing a soda and greeting friends – both hers and her brother’s. *** Brett, Ellie’s one-year-older brother, was in D.C. for a grad school interview, but it wasn’t wholly unusual for Ellie to be spending time with Rider on her own. Brett and Rider had met in preschool and had been best friends ever since. By virtue of Ellie’s own close relationship with Brett, Rider had become practically a second brother. She certainly fought with Rider more than she did with Brett – Brett was easygoing and nonconfrontational by nature – but she never doubted their loyalty to each other. Despite their closeness, Ellie hadn’t really planned on attending the same university as her brother, but it had the one of the best pre-law programs in the country, so she swallowed the inevitable “little sister tagging along” stereotype. Other than the obvious benefits of sharing rides home for break, Ellie found she liked being close to Brett and Rider. It gave her a built-in but not exclusive social group, and it had been an easy choice to move off-campus to the same apartment complex. Currently, Ellie and her roommate lived across the hall from Brett and Rider. Ellie loved getting to watch her brother and his best friend grow into young men. She relished the rare privilege of having such close relationships for such a long time. But her junior year had taken a turn. It’s not that Rider (or any of them, to be honest) had been a teetotaler before turning 21, but his drinking had skyrocketed his senior year. It wasn’t just drinking more heavily at parties, it was the near-constant presence and use of his flask, bottles of beer, and even water bottles that definitely didn’t contain water in class. When asked – because obviously neither Brett nor Ellie were gonna let such a behavioral change pass without comment – Rider would laugh, insisting that he was fine, that he just wanted to enjoy his senior year. He was comparatively careful; he didn’t make a fool of himself, and he certainly never drove drunk. In fact, most people who interacted with Rider had no idea that he’d rarely been fully sober since summer. The whole situation baffled Ellie. She’d known Rider practically her whole life, and she didn’t believe him for a second when he claimed that his drinking was nothing more than a harmless joyride through his last year of college. But he wasn’t deviating from his party line, and Ellie had grown increasingly frustrated with feeling like she barely knew him anymore. *** A burst of laughter shook Ellie from her thoughts, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. With a slight cringe, she realized that she’d been ruminating for nearly a half hour, barely paying attention to her friends. She was standing in a cluster on the back patio with a few of her ultimate teammates. There were two pong tables set up, and at least two cornhole sets within view. There was a roar from one of the pong tables, and Ellie glanced over to see Rider with his arms raised in victory. She watched as he grabbed a full Solo cup and downed it in one. The crowd cheered in approval. Ellie was still staring when Rider slammed the cup down on the table and looked up. He caught her eye and paused, a flicker disrupting the triumphant look on his face. It was so quick, Ellie thought she must have imagined it though, because by the time she blinked, Rider had broken eye contact and was seemingly searching for a refill. Repeatedly irritated with herself, Ellie decided she needed more deliberate distraction. The Alpha Rho parties were renowned for their variety of activities, so she knew if she searched the house, she’d find something distracting. It took a few minutes, but she found a boisterous room of board games upstairs, and she quickly joined a burgeoning round of Settlers of Catan. The plan worked, and the next few hours flew by. Ellie enjoyed the strategic competition, and there was a convenient cooler in the room to replenish her soda. After a couple of rounds of Catan, a short-rules game of Trivial Pursuit, and a side-splitting session of Cards Against Humanity, Ellie found herself yawning. She checked her phone and saw that it was after 1 AM. Grinning at how much she’d enjoyed herself, Ellie stretched her arms wide and pushed herself to her feet. Swallowing the last of her latest drink, she bid goodbye to her fellow gamers and started to search for her passengers. Gael was easy enough to find on the dance floor, and he led her to Jamie in the kitchen, deep in some discussion about the trade deadline. Neither of them seemed upset by leaving – they were both too intoxicated to drive and were grateful for the free ride home. Finding Rider didn’t take too much longer, given the still-crowded party. He was lounging in a chair on the patio, loosely holding a half-empty bottle. His eyes were noticeably bleary when he looked up, but he smiled easily. “My coachwoman awaits!” he announced to the group. “Looks like my time here is up.” Ellie considered rolling her eyes, but opted for benevolence instead. “Just sharing the facts, my liege,” she said silkily. “I’m leaving now. You’re welcome to take an Uber or something.” “Never,” Rider proclaimed dramatically, pushing himself to his feet. “Your wish is my command, good lady. Just let me…” He trailed off and raised his bottle to his lips, finishing the contents in seconds. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gave an exaggerated bow to the other partygoers, stumbling slightly. This time, Ellie did roll her eyes, heading back through the house. She didn’t bother slowing down to stay in step with Gael and Jamie. Breathing deeply, she tried to tamp down the rising rage, disappointment, and fear. Seeing Rider so obviously drunk, even though she knew he drank almost constantly, brought back every ounce of ire she’d felt when they arrived. She was sick of Rider’s drinking, and she was sick of not being able to help. She heard quick footsteps behind her, but didn’t turn as Rider jogged to her side and draped his arm over her shoulder. “El-bell, don’t-“ “Stop it,” Ellie hissed, shaking his arm off. “Don’t say anything. You sound gross, slurring your words like that.” Rider drew back, and for a second, he almost looked hurt, but that could’ve just been his face transitioning from a grin to a sneer. “Easy there, Carrie Nation. You don’t want to make a scene.” “Right, like I’m the one looking like an idiot here. Ellie knew she was being mean. She knew it was futile, and she knew it was fair to Gael and Jamie, who were both quiet as they all reached her car. Ellie didn’t say anything else as she walked around to the driver’s side. She unlocked the doors, miles more tired than she’d been ten minutes ago, but just as she sat down, she heard a yelp from Gael. “I don’t have my phone!” He was still standing next to the car, patting his pockets. “Can I run back inside and look for it? I think I know where it is!” Ellie nodded and tried to smile. “Of course. We’ll just wait here.” Gael practically sprinted back toward the house, and Ellie smiled for real at his consideration. Mildly placated, she turned on the radio to cover the would-be awkward silence. Playing along – or just totally unconcerned – Rider asked Jamie his plans for spring break. Ellie could tell he was making an effort not to slur his speech as much, and she was both impressed and disgusted at how well he could play…well, if not sober, then at least not wasted. Naturally gregarious, Rider kept the conversation flowing easily for ten minutes until Gael returned. “Sorry!” Gael panted, sliding into the car. “I thought I’d left it on a window sill by the dance floor, but someone had already moved it to the lost and found, did you know they eve have an official ‘party lost and found’, this place is great!” Ellie had the car in reverse before Gael finished rambling. He and Jamie lived fairly close to the frat house, but she and Rider lived on the other side of town. It wasn’t a huge town, of course, but she was already dreading the 15 minutes she’d have to spend in the car alone with Rider. Gael’s praise set off enough of a discussion of the merits of Alpha parties to fill the brief drive to the first apartment. Ellie pulled up to the boys’ building, and both Jamie and Gael thanked her profusely, wishing them both a wonderful and relaxing spring break. Practically before the back doors even shut, Rider had pulled out his flask. “Christ,” Ellie muttered. “You’re at the point where you can’t go 15 minutes without having a drink?” “Maybe I need a psychoactive substance to get through a ride with you,” Rider shot back, but his voice no longer held any light or teasing tone. “Oh, yeah, a car ride across town with your best friend’s sister, a 50-minute class, watching a college basketball game…your life is just filled with so many difficult events that require alcoholic mollification!” Ellie was baiting him, and she wasn’t at all surprised when he refused to rise to her goading. “Leave it alone, Ellie,” Rider growled and shifted, as if he was trying to move as far away from her as possible. “My body, my choice, right?” Ellie huffed, but didn’t respond. Technically, Rider’s argument was currently correct – he wasn’t hurting anyone else with his drinking. He wasn’t violent, he wasn’t getting arrested, he wasn’t behind on his payments or anything. They sat without speaking for several minutes, but as Ellie pulled onto Main Street, her patience evaporated once more. “No, we’re doing this,” she demanded. “I’ve known you my whole damn life, and you know I’ve never wanted to control you or some bullshit like that.” She glanced over at Rider, but he only shifted again, deliberately looking away from her. “This isn’t…God, Rider, I don’t care if you want to ‘enjoy your senior year’ or whatever, but you’re literally…like, this is alcoholism! Like, you’re entirely dependent on alcohol, and that’s not OK!” She looked over again, and though Rider’s posture definitely signaled discomfort, he still didn’t say anything. “God damnit, Rider.” Ellie squeezed the steering wheel, knuckles white with frustration. “Why don’t you care? How do you not see how unhealthy this is?” Still nothing. Ellie’s voice practically squeaked with vexation. “Rider! I mean it! How-“ “Let me out.” Rider’s voice was low, but absolutely serious, and Ellie had to fight to keep her eyes on the road rather than staring at him incredulously. “What?” “Let me out of the car, Ellie.” Rider was angry, urgent, and Ellie nearly screamed. “Are you out of your mind? We’re in the middle of Main Street! I can’t just pull up to the sidewalk, and I’m not gonna let you-“ But apparently, a stop sign was more than enough for Rider, because he’d unbuckled his seatbelt and leapt from the car as soon as Ellie slowed down. “Rider!” she shrieked, staring after him, then looking around frantically to see where she could pull over. It was almost 1:30 in the morning, and really, no one else was around, so she made a quick right and pulled into the empty bank parking lot, ranting before she even put the car in park. “What the actual fuck, Rider? You can’t just jump out of a moving car because you don’t like the conversation, you dumb, selfish-“ Ellie cut herself off again as she rounded the corner and saw Rider standing stock-still in the middle of the sidewalk, an obvious patch of darkness spreading down the front of his pants. “What are you…” Ellie’s rant energy forced the words out of her mouth before she could stop them, even though she knew exactly what was happening. The old-fashioned street lamps were dim, but more than illuminated the wetness. After a few seconds, a trickling sound pattered on the quiet street. The sound seemed to go on for far too long, amplified by the otherwise complete silence. Rider stood bent slightly at the waist, as if he’d been punched in the stomach. Ellie didn’t know how long they both stood there, her staring at him and him staring at the ground, before she finally spoke. “Why didn’t you say something?” “I did say something,” he mumbled. “I told you to let me out.” “In the middle of an argument!” Ellie exclaimed. “You didn’t say you had to pee!” Rider twitched. “Sorry I didn’t broadcast my every thought. Didn’t feel like giving you more ammo for your anti-alcohol crusade.” The illogic of that statement didn’t need a response, so Ellie just stared at him, perplexed as to how she’d gone from enjoying Cards Against Humanity an hour ago to standing in the middle of downtown, fighting with a 22-year-old man who had just wet himself on the sidewalk. “I’ll walk home.” Such a ridiculous claim was enough to jar Ellie from her dismay. “Cool. I’m coming with you.” Ellie expected at least irritation in response to her answer, but when Rider met her gaze, he just looked tired. “Els, don’t be stup-“ “You know what would be stupid?” Ellie interrupted. “Letting my brother’s best friend, who is quantifiably and admittedly drunk, walk two and a half miles home after midnight.” She stopped herself from adding “in wet pants.” “And what do you care?” Rider snarled, his eyes flashing. “It’s not like there’s anyone around for me to drag down with me.” Ellie flinched at his sudden vehemence, but then clenched her jaw. “For fuck’s sake, Rider, don’t be petulant,” she snapped. “You know I didn’t mean that, but I’ll say it for you anyway. Of course I fucking care about you. I care about your drinking because you’re my brother’s best friend and you’re like a fucking brother to me, and I’m so indescribably sick of watching you hurt yourself!” “I’m not hurting myself,” Rider grumbled. “Right, sure,” Ellie scoffed. “There’s totally nothing wrong with pissing yourself in the middle of Main Street. You’re totally fine with that.” “It doesn’t hurt,” Rider said, but his near-whining voice did nothing to bolster his claim. Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Might not now, but it will if you walk home. That’ll chafe like a bitch after 2 blocks.” Rider didn’t say anything right away, but he also didn’t immediately start walking away, which Ellie took as a promising sign. “Come on, man,” she said in a slightly gentler tone. “It’s a ten-minute drive.” There was another pause, and Rider looked down. “I’m not getting in your car like this.” “Ri, she’s a 2003 Camry. She’s seen worse,” Ellie insisted wryly. “You know she’s seen worse.” Ellie could see Rider’s chest rise and fall as he seemed to consider his options. “Look, I’m sure I’ve got some old grocery bags or an Amazon box or something that you can sit on.” She watched Rider’s eyebrows draw in, a sure-fire signal of his stubbornness, but his reply was quiet. “Fine.” Internally, she nearly melted with relief, but physically, Ellie just nodded and turned back to the car, letting Rider follow her. True to her word, she reached in the backseat and pulled some random plastic bags from the floor to put in the passenger seat. Rider dipped his head as he sat down, his shoulders visibly tense. Ellie silently thanked God that the radio was still on when she started the car, because she knew there would be no more talking. The rest of the drive passed quickly, and their apartment building was quiet when they got back. Rider walked slightly ahead of Ellie up the stairs, then paused at his door. “You’re gonna tell Brett?” He wasn’t facing her, but he hadn’t opened the door. “Yes.” Ellie saw no point in lying. Rider just nodded, and Ellie saw a flash of the boy she grew up with, the one who would joke around in class, but never argue when given detention. Rider, more than anyone, had taught Ellie to own up to her mistakes and accept the consequences. “Do you want me to clean your car?” Rider stayed half-facing his own door, but at least he wasn’t snapping anymore. “It’s fine.” Ellie shrugged. “I mean, you can Febreze it if you really want to, but it’s really fine.” Rider nodded again. He opened the door and flipped on the light. Ellie stared, unsure of what to do next. “You’ll…” she said suddenly, before he could close the door. “You’ll get Brett from the airport tomorrow? Because I’ll be at work.” This time, Rider turned around, the corner of his mouth lifted into the barest of smiles. “I know,” he promised. “I’ve got his flight information.” Feeling oddly relieved, Ellie opened her own door. “OK. Just checking. Night.” Rider looked at her tenderly as he closed the door. “Night, Els.”
  10. Decided to have a little fun at work after everyone left. Well, there's not really too many to begin with during these times...but anyway...I read some comments from members on this forum saying that having moans and grabs is a big plus for male desperation. I decided to add some and actually had a did some video buildups of my desperation to includes those things, but I accidentally deleted them! But at least I still had the main show to share here. And there's always next time. Enjoy! wj10.mp4
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  13. Hey guys, this is something that I've found has been happening when I smoke a particular strain of weed c. So given that I'm at the end of my university degree here and everything's moved online (including exams) I genuinely have fuck all to do but study, play video games and occasionally treat myself to a nice smoke to help me sleep. Recently I bought 1/8th of a strain called Amnesia Haze. It's a nice one that get's me quite energetic and talkative by comparison to other types. But there's one distinct feeling I get when smoking it. I very often get the feeling that my crotch and bag of my legs are kinda numb and warm, and sometimes they feel almost wet. I've found myself having to check that I've not had an accident (for the record, I've never had an accident while intoxicated) and it's kinda worrying. Luckily it's never materialised but the fear is there whenever I smoke. I'm just wondering if anyone else has experienced the same with this strain (or other strains for that matter)? And if there's anyone who knows what causes the feeling?
  14. Decided to cuff my hands behind my back while holding. Was very fun, really wish someone would do this to me. Couldn't upload the whole video unfortunately tho VID_41541020_172510_780.mp4
  15. California has eased off the covid-19 restrictions for exercising to include cycling--needless to say, I was more than happy to ride again...with a full bladder! I still haven't built up my courage to have an accident with onlookers yet, which was the challenge today--there were so many people out. Anyway, I wish I had a better angle from my GoPro but I forgot my password and couldn't log into my app to get a preview. Will definitely get that fixed for next time. After my first emptying, the second round of liquids finally coursed through my system and I had to relieve myself again. I was in my car setting up the second shot when I heard a thud. When I turned my head, I saw a woman who was walking her dog--her dog's tail must've hit my car causing the thud. But the most thrilling part was that she and I made eye contact, and she obviously knew something was up--I think she may have saw my hands adjusting my junk! Anyway, she continued walking. She didn't look back either. Honestly I feel embarrassed because I'm usually more alert--I guess not doing this for awhile has made me rusty. Either that or it's a sign that I'm ready to do a public wetting where people may actually notice! Enjoy! P.S. Sorry for the abrupt cuts. I had to trim and cut the video so it would be on one file. cyc48.mp4
  16. Was getting desperate working on a painting listening to some jams and figure Id share my fun with the Omo world! tight blue jeans.mov
  17. So I know it sounds silly but I have wet myself in my jeans for the first time today. For some reason I have always done it on my undies or a diaper but today decided to try with jeans and god it was awesome! The warm feeling of the pee tuning down my legs while soaks everything and the change on the colour. Think I'm going to do it more often. Just wanted to share this with you all ! Haha
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  19. I have been working on figuring out how to pee while I walk fast or run. I am an older guy with a short pee fuse and got tired of having to go home just to pee during my workout. I walk fast for 4 to 5 miles a day and I don't like to go home to stop and use the bathroom to pee. It messes up my time on my watch and it's really just out of the way. I generally wear loose black workout pants with nothing underneath, a t-shirt, and a jacket of some sort over that. The black workout pants show nothing. I can be totally soaked when I get home and nobody notices. (isn't that a shame? My wife doesn't share my kink, so I'm on my own). My goal has been to just not worry about peeing and if I have to go during my workout, just let it go. But walking fast and running seems to put a cork in my ability to pee, so I've been working on figuring out how to make it happen. I think that I stumbled onto the answer. I drink a couple of cups of coffee during the morning while I'm making breakfast and doing my stuff around the house. I generally only need to pee once while doing that, so that's in the bathroom. By the time I'm ready to go out to my workout, I really have to pee. Sometimes, I'm actually leaking just before I leave. Of course, after I get up to pace, my need to pee diminishes. So, I just keep walking. What I have found is having to pee pretty badly already when I leave just builds up the dam so to speak. About half way done with the workout, I really have to go and I just start leaking. It's only 1 to 3 second leaks, but after enough of them, I'm pretty wet. I never get to the place where I have to just let it gush out, which is ok with me, since I prefer small leaks to big gushes. By the time I got home yesterday, I was wet down to my knees. I live in Auburn, WA which is just south of Seattle. It rains here. Often. I'm waiting for it to rain decently so that I can let it gush out and get away with it. I want to feel the pee running down to my ankles just to enjoy it a couple of times. I'll let you all know how that goes when it happens.
  20. Squirming Stefan Stefan had never really minded his job, though currently it was far more stressful than he had ever experienced. It was made even worse by having to work from ‘home’, which really was just a bedroom in a shared apartment because house prices were too high to be able to buy his own place yet. Just the thought of moving back to his dad’s didn’t appeal one bit. His mum had left and moved abroad and dad had a string of woman he ‘dated’ despite being in his late fifties. Stefan couldn’t even imagine his dad ever ‘social distancing’ or not meeting up with woman regardless of any virus or new laws and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with that. So that left him with no choice but to buy an office desk and chair, set up his laptop and get a separate land line installed (all at work expense thankfully) in order to avoid the dreaded furlough. With nowhere to go and only an hour exercise permitted daily furlough was Stefan’s idea of hell. He needed work for his mental well-being, though right now he questioned if it really was helping as the phone rang off the hook. The holiday company had just updated their social media and webpage with another extension of closure dates and yet again a huge deluge of irate and disappointed customers were now calling for refunds and vouchers. While it could be done online Stefan knew most just needed that human reassurance and someone to vent at, even though he wasn’t personally to blame. He knew that, they knew that, but lockdown anger affected rational thought and Stefan tried to keep that in mind as he read the customer service script and did his best to reassure and sort customers out. It was only mid morning and he’d had two mugs of tea already, one just as he started and another brought in, very kindly, but his house mate, who herself was on furlough and finding herself at a loose end. As 11:30 approached Stefan rebooked yet another caravan at the coast for yet another family and shifted in his seat. At work, in the call centre, he could have left the calls to someone else for a moment and taken a quick piss break, but at ‘home’ with calls on divert that wasn’t possible. At least the company had a system in place to divert to someone else during staggered lunch breaks so he could at least get 45 minutes without being on the phone. Thankfully he wasn’t desperate and lunch was due in an hour so he just pushed on through. As soon as Stefan hung up the next call rang through immediately, a sign the company was taking way more calls than usual and that others were beginning to take their lunch breaks too. Stefan had signed in at 8:30 so wasn’t due his break until 12:30, almost an hour away yet. As he held the cordless receiver to his ear he processed yet another refund to a tearful mum as he heard several children playing and crying in the background. He signed off and quickly poured himself some water from a jug as the next call started ringing right away. The constant talking was making his mouth so dry and Stefan sipped at the glass through the next few calls. Stefan unconsciously shifted in his seat as he glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. Still 45 minutes before he could log off and he could really do with going to the toilet. With no luxury of colleagues to cover, or even an en-suite bathroom, Stefan swung his legs under his office chair and carried on professionally. Time passed and Stefan caught himself looking at the clock far more often.Sitting on a three wheeled fabric computer chair crossing his legs just felt uncomfortable and made reaching the laptop very difficult. Instead he wheeled the chair nearer the desk and crossed his ankles in front of him, stretching his legs out and touching the skirting board in front of him with his toes. That helped for about a minute before he felt a strong need to shuffle in his seat, raising his bottom off the seat then back down again. All the time he continued on his calls, apologising to customer for their wait and refunding or issuing vouchers in whatever way he could. Most were reasonable, though some were more challenging. The only thing keeping Stefan going was the thought that in 35 minutes he could log off and get a long and satisfying pee in the only bathroom in the apartment. Another call came through and momentarily Stefan felt he needed to stand up. He leaned forward leaning his elbows on the desk as he danced a little in the privacy of his own room, willing 12:30 to come so he could run to the loo. He checked his room door was closed as he danced from foot to foot trying to keep his bladder at bay. With 25 minutes to go he knew he would be gasping for a piss by the time his break arrived. He was already noticeably bursting! Stefan took the next call and ran though his usual script of apologising and then gathering information, then sorting the customer query. This time either he was getting consumed with his need to pee too much or the person was difficult to understand, but this customer was causing great issues. As the customer chatted on about her dog, her many years of going to the same caravan park and the woes of the current situation, Stefan found himself sitting back down but pressing his bum right against the back of the seat as he crossed his leg and circled his top ankle. Finally he managed to get some sense out of the customer and he breathed a sigh of relief when she said goodby, having rescheduled her holiday for September. Stefan glanced at the clock, frustration mounting, as he realised he still had 20 minutes to go. Time was dragging by as the phone still rang non stop. Unable to sit in the same position for any length of time Stefan squirmed and wriggled in his seat as he updated records of customers and cancelled/rescheduled and issued vouchers over and over again. He looked at the two empty mugs and the empty water glass on his desk, even contemplating pissing in one of them such was his need to go. However, too afraid the customer might overhear, Stefan rubbed himself and squirmed, more determined to hang in the final ten minutes until his calls would end. The last ten minutes were sheer torture for Stefan as he rocked, pinched himself and squirmed like a little school boy possessed, wholly consumed by one thing: an urgent need to piss. 9 minutes to go as he pinched himself. 8 minutes to go as he bounced on his seat on his bottom, 7 minutes to go as he squirmed, six minutes to go as he danced, 5 minutes to go as he gripped himself tightly, 4 minutes to go as he bent forward, 3 minutes to go as he tried desperately to keep the current customer talking in order to avoid having to take another call and delay pissing, which could easily see him lose control. Two minutes to go as sweat gathered on his forehead. One final minute as he headed for the door of his room ready to click the phone off and run for his lifetime the toilet. ‘Goodbye’ Stefan clicked the red button, threw the handset onto his bed and with one hand grabbing himself he rushed out the bedroom and along the shirt corridor to the bathroom. Oh he so needed to go, so so badly. He could feel the urine rising along his urethra and filling his pounding penis. He leaned on the bathroom door, gasping for breath pressing the foreskin if of his penis tightly between his thumb and forefinger as he throbbed for release... The door remained tightly closed. Stefan danced and moaned as he tried the door again. Nothing. He knocked on the door, assuming his flat mate was in but hoping she was about to leave. ‘Sally you in there?’ ‘Yes. Just in the bath. Be out soon.’ Stefan wanted to cry. His finger hunt squeezing himself and his bladder aches for relief. Warm dribbles formed on the left of his full penis and Stefan knew he was moments away from an accident. He was so bursting, so desperate, so full, in absolute urgent need to urinate. Holding onto his penis he paced up and down the corridor, the small laminate hall of the apartment seeming suddenly so frustrating and stressful as he tried not to piss all over the floor. It was tempting, oh so tempting as he swore to himself in sheer annoyance to be denied entry to the place he needed so very badly. He leaned back against the wall pressing his back tight against the form wall as he pressed both hands into his crotch. For a second he froze and closed his eyes willing his body to wait just a few minutes more. Finally he was able to move as he headed to his bedroom and put the handset on change as he danced around moaning under his breath at how badly, how urgently, he had to pee. His light grey jogging trousers showed clearly where his half erect aching dick lay in his underpants and Stefan wrapped his hands around it and massaged it in a vain attempt to prevent it leaking. Then it happened...the first proper leak....Stefan bent forward and yelled as quietly as possible as he inspected the bottle lid size stain at his crotch. Stefan pulled the waistband of his joggers down giving him closer access to his manhood as he inspected the damp patch on his cream coloured boxers. He shook as his penis throbbed again, rising in his damp boxers ready to spurt against his will. Stefan hobbled over to the desk and grabbed the glass he had used for water, pulling his penis out the leg of his boxers and into the tall thin glass. Immediately a warm spurt shot out and Stefan had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it falling out his hands. He steadied himself as another longer spurt came out as the glass filled quickly. With all his might Stefan cut off the flow. He was still achingly desperate to go as he tucked his dribbling penis back into his damp boxers and pulled his trousers back up. He raced back to the hall and banged the bathroom door. ‘Sally are you nearly finished?’ ‘Won’t be long Stefan. Promise.’ Stefan rested his head on the bathroom door and sighed. He hated to admit how desperate he was, it was too embarrassing and child like but so was wetting himself. He took a breath in and knocked again. ‘I really need in Sal. Any chance you could come out?’ ‘Yeah ok. Just give me a minute to get dried.’ Stefan laced up and down the hall, this time almost marching trying with every step to hold back the torrent of urine needing out. He walked to the kitchen and turned. Walked to the main lounge and turned again. Back to the kitchen. Back to the lounge. It was no good. He was going to piss his pants if he didn’t access them bathroom NOW. Once again he knocked the door. ‘Sorry Sal. I really can’t wait. It’s an absolute emergency situation!’ Stefan twisted his legs and pressed the top of his penis tightly closed. Despite having filled a glass already he had to go excruciatingly bad. Every second counted. He contemplated rushing to his room and letting go into the two mugs but the very thought of taking one step seemed too much to bare. He pulled his waistband of his joggers to below his crotch and slid his penis out of the leg of his underwear, gripping it tight with both hands as crippled ran down his fingers and over his wrists. It was like trying to hold back a volcano erupting, as he pointed it upwards to try and prevent his clothes getting wet. Just then he heard the bathroom door move and the door edged open as if in slow motion. Stefan stood there, bend forward, squirming like mad and holding his throbbing dick between his tightly closed fist. The door opened fully and Stefan stumbled in heading to the toilet right ahead as a spurt shot out into the air... ‘Bu...burs.....bursting to go...gotta piss so bad...’ Piss shooting everywhere in the bathroom uncontrollably Stefan fought to aim as quickly as he could as a fast cascade of urine whooshed from his member splashing over the toilet seat, the floor and eventually where it should be...in the toilet. Stefan sighed loudly and smiled as finally he could relax and allow his body to so what it had yearned to do for over an hour. The loud noise of splashing reminding him just how desperate he had been as pee continued to soar out of him furiously. After a minute, as the flow settled to a steady stream, Stefan realised he hadn’t seen Sally actually leave the bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around to see his beautiful red haired flat mate standing at the side of the bath still dripping wet, covered only with a towel around her, steam still rising from her freshly washed hair, as she started opened mouthed at Stefan. ‘Jeez thats what I call a huge piss Stefan! Sorry hope you don’t object that I watched. You didn’t give me chance to get out you see.’ Embarrassed, but relieved, Stefan was lost for words as for the first time he saw a sparkle in Sal’s eyes that he’d never witnessed before. He cleaned himself up, grabbing a spare towel to mop up the mess on the toilet seat and floor before sorting himself out and quietly leaving the bathroom. ‘Sorry Sal. I’ll let you get dressed now. I didn’t mean to barge in like that. It was just that...’ ‘It’s fine Stefan. I’ve been bursting loads when you’ve been in. I know what it’s like. I keep a basin under my bed now because I peed myself one morning when you were shaving. Maybe we should just not lock the door? What do you think?’ Stefan’s thoughts raced to the basin still as his face turned red with embarrassment at the very thought he’d made a girl wee herself because he’d taken so long in the bathroom. ‘Maybe we should.’ And at that he walked out, quickly checking under his flat mates bed before pouring out the glass of urine and placing the glass in the dishwasher. His mind still visualising his flat mate peeing in a basin in her room...
  21. Jason groaned as he propped himself up, looking around. He could hear whispering out and the hall and realized it belonged to Dick and Bruce. He laid there for a moment, trying to catch his bearings as a scowl set across his face. He silently slid out of bed, pressing his ear to the door. “I don’t care what you think—No, Dick, quit saying that... Dick, stop! I did what I had to, just leave it at that.” Bruce was whispering under his breath with Dick. “B, you knocked him out. What if you, I don’t know, hit him to hard or something.” Dick interjected, voice rising. “Or, bigger question, what the hell are you going to do when he wakes up?” Jason rolled his eyes, still glowering as he crept towards the window. They wouldn’t have to worry about that because he wouldn’t be here. After sliding on his combat gear and leather jacket, he frowned as he realized he needed to pee. Normally, he wouldn’t of bothered being stealthy and would of slammed open the door and let Bruce have it, but right now that wasn’t the case. He had something else on his mind. Jason had been targeting to notorious criminals for the past week. He and Roy hasn’t been able to find a hit until this morning. They’d been on the chase when Bruce had got word he was set out to kill more criminals (most likely from Dick) and the Batman had intercepted the mission. Looking back on it, the man hadn’t even given him a chance to talk which had taken him by surprise. He’d just immediately hooked a punch to his right jaw, knocking him out until night. He pushed the window open, sliding out and not bothering to shut it as he grabbed his bike. He rolled his eyes as he found his keys in his pocket, exactly where he’d left them. He was also startled to see that Batman... he shook his head. Nope, Bruce wouldn’t do that for him, so correction... Roy, had delivered his motorcycle to the manor. Mounting the bike and starting the ignition, he knocked up the speed, aware that once the engine started they’d realize he was escaping. He pressed his foot down hard into the pedal, zooming out onto the street. Jason made it just path Gotham General, subconsciously squirming on the bike, when something struck his front tire. Whatever it was, it sliced right through the rubber and he only new one thing that did that so well: batarangs. He growled as he bike lost control, skidding into a car on the side of the road and sending him sprawling. A car alarm starting sounding and he stumbled up, shifting from foot to foot as he looked around, trying to spot the man. He yelped softly, kicking out as he felt hands suddenly grabbing him from behind. He fired two shots straight at the chest armor, barely managing to re-aim his target from the head in time. He stepped back in shock, only to be yanked closer. The shots hadn’t done much to thwart Batman. “This needs to stop, Red Hood.” The deep voice sounded. “I was trying to save the city effectively. Maybe if you’d worry more about the criminals and less about me, you’d be able to do the same thing.” Jason shot back in irritation. “Let me the fuck go! We had them, and now, thanks to your shit, we don’t.” He snarled, still weakened from being knocked out for four hours straight. He kicked and thrashed as he was suddenly lifted off of his feet and lifted into the man’s arms. “Put me the fuck down!” He demanded. He held his gun up. “I’ll shoot you in the neck this time.” He threatened darkly, cocking the pistol up against the thinner, weaker part of the suit. Bruce was silent as he hauled Jason to the bat mobile, sliding him into the seat and hand cuffing him to it before getting in himself. Jason looked up at Bruce. “You hand cuffed me?!” He blurred out, aghast. “I don’t deserve to be fucking hand cuffed. Get these damn things off of me.” He squirmed, trying to work his way out of them. He finally sighed, sinking against the back of his seat and bouncing his knees up and down. **** Nightwing stood on the roof, peering down and tracking the batmobile as it raced across the streets. “Tim, B had Jay.” He reported through his coms. He’d followed Bruce when he’d left, worried something might happen. Nothing did, but still... “What’d he do?” Tim’s voice cut across. “Who Jay? He shot B right in the chest and then threatened to shoot him in the neck.” Dick shook his head with an eye roll. “He obviously didn’t.” “Todd shot father?” Damian’s voice came through. “Dami?!” Dick spluttered. “What are you doing?” “I was trying to figure out what you were doing. You were supposed to take me on patrol.” Damian pointed out. “I’ve been on here for exactly thirty minutes and twenty three seconds.” “You timed yourself?” Tim asked incredulously. “Well, obviously. I knew I was going to have to say that.” Damian shot back, dead serious. “Guys...” Dick interjected. “I’m coming back. Tim, pull up the video footage in the bat cave and we’ll all meet in your room.” “We’re spying on Todd and father?” Damian asked. Tim rolled his eyes as he moved from his bed to his computer. “That is what it would seem, demon brat.” **** Jason stared gloomily out the window, completely ignoring the man next to him as he sat fidgeting in his seat. “I’m not getting out of this car.” He stated abruptly as the entered the bat cave. He heard the man huff, before he was being dragged out of the car, kicking and screaming curses. This time, Bruce took one hand cuff off, attaching it to a chair and sitting Jason in the chair. The man pulled his mask off along with the rest of the suit, leaving him in a normal set of black combat gear. Jason tensed as Bruce came closer, before he felt hands pulling off his mask as well. He growled, jerking backwards, but his face was already completely revealed. “I fucking hate you.” He snarled, squirming frantically in his seat. “Jason...” Bruce interjected his ranting, his voice steady and firm. “I’m your father whether you will accept it or not. I will not have you going around the city killing people. I will not have you become the criminal.” This time, their was definite anger and maybe a hint of frustration in his voice. “I’m done with you and your games. It’s to much and the shit needs to stop.” He growled. “And until I can trust you, you’re not leaving the manor. Because I don’t want my son going to prison or Arkham...” Jason zoned out, not listening to much of Bruce’s speech. He pressed his thighs together, working his knees back and forth as he bit his lip. He really needed to pee now, but he didn’t want to admit that to Bruce. It made him feel small and childish that he would have to ask for that. Another twenty minutes passed, and he wasn’t sure what the man was still going on about. He felt a sudden jet of pee leak out, soaking his underwear and joining with the smaller leaks. Before he could stop himself, he’d pressed a hand to his crotch to stop the flow, but not before he felt the dampness leak through to his hand. “Jason, what the hell?” Bruce demanded. “I’m jerking off.” He replied bluntly, knowing that it would piss the man off. “You’re what? Jason this is insane! This has to stop...now.” Bruce trailed off after reaching down to pull Jason’s hand from his crotch and his eyes knit together in confusion, slowly working their way up to meet Jason’s. “You have to have an erection to jerk off.” Bruce thought aloud. “Which means...” he stepped back, eyes scanning Jason. “You have to pee or you’re just trying to irritate me. I’m going to guess the ladder.” He said, finally catching onto the squirms. “I don’t have to pee.” Jason muttered, but he didn’t stop his squirming as more pee followed, wetting the front of his black pants. “Fine, you don’t have to pee.” Bruce agreed, playing along. “Sit still then.” He demanded. “Or I’ll hand cuff your other hand as well.” Jason glared back at Bruce, but forced himself to still his movements. He could feel pee slowly leaking out and he lifted his hips of the chair, desperately trying to stop it. **** “Oh my god... is he peeing himself?” Tim asked gleefully, leaning forward and looking at his screen. “Todd? Hmph, no... wha- what? Todd really is urinating all over himself.” Damian made a disgusted face. Tim scoffed. “What? You don’t happen to remember the particular patrol I went on patrol with you and B? I’m pretty sure you were the one who ended up pissing himself.” Damian’s face went red and he glared at Tim. “Shut up, Drake.” He snapped. “Would you both stop?” Dick asked, his eyes knit with worry as he stared at the screen. **** “Jay, just let me help.” Bruce sighed as he walked closer to the boy after he saw what was happening. Jason finally gave up, shoving his hand back into his crotch and not looking up at Bruce. “I don’t want your help.” He snapped, his voice shaking. He did though, he craved it. He wanted it all to be like it had before everything. He swallowed hard as he felt his vision go blurry with tears. Bruce hesitated, before undoing the hand cuff and tossing them on the floor. He didn’t think Jason would make it up to the bathroom, but he didn’t voice his thoughts. He placed a hand on Jason’s back and when there wasn’t much protest, save for a small growl, he helped the boy stand up. “I don’t think I can do it.” Jason whimpered, he actually whimpered. His shoulders shook as more pee soaked down his pants, leaving them wet to the knee. He swallowed back a sob. Bruce watched, eyes furrowing in concern. “It’s okay, Jay.” He assured the boy, his demeanor having completely changed. Jason felt his body giving up, but he furtively tried to stop the inevitable anyway. The pee streamed through his pants, puddling onto the floor. After what seemed like ages, it finally tapered off, leaving him standing their soaked. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself and barely holding back the tears. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. Jason completely tensed up when he felt arms around him, embracing him with comfort. At first, he startled, trying to pull away before he finally sank into the touch, resting his head against the man’s chest as he felt the tears start to fall. **** All three of them watched silently, before Tim activated the speakers to the batcave. “Tim, no, what the hell are you doing?” Dick gasped, his voice resonating along the walls of the bat cave. “Shit...” he whispered. “Double shit.” Damian muttered. “Damian don’t swear.” Dick scolded, flinching a bit as he watched Jason fly away from Bruce and stare up at the camera. He was frantically wiping tears from his eyes, his gaze quickly turning into a glare. “Were you watching the whole time?” He yelled up at them. “I was worried about you, little wing.” Dick said softly. “Are you okay?” “Of course I’m okay, dickhead.” Jason retorted back. “Oh, he’s definitely okay now.” Tim commented. “I can still here you, Replacement!” Jason snapped. Bruce glanced up at the camera. “Tim, turn the damn thing off and all of you just come down here like a normal people.” He demanded.
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  23. The other day I was at work and I noticed my one guy co worker friend standing with his legs crossed. I watched him as he never cross his legs and when he had to uncross his legs he kept his legs close together. He would also move around some while standing still. He doesn't normally act like this at all and when he could go use a bathroom he walked off and dissapered for a while. Does it sound like he had to pee? What do you all think?
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