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Mateo Trinall was finally 21. He had been awaiting this day for months, planning to spend the day partying and drinking 'til he could barely stand. Nothing could ruin this day. And nothing did. The day was gorgeous; blue skies, pleasant weather, and good luck. Mateo's statistics class got cancelled because his professor's car broke down, track practice was a breeze with the cool wind that came right as his coach blew the whistle, and Phil, the solid 10 of the tennis team, and gave Mateo his number when they met near the vending machine. Mateo was sure that the gods were smiling down on him. As the sunlight faded, Mateo prepared to party. He called his friends together, including Phil now, and set his sights on the pub. They went to the local nightclub, Starlight, and promptly got hammered. Tony, the designated driver, dropped the group off and then popped over to the library for some alone time. The rest of the group tried about 20 different cocktails between the six of them. Mateo could feel his lips tingle after each sip, and watched Phil struggle to keep up. After a few hours, Mateo was exhausted, drunk, and happy. As he stumbled to Tony's car, Phil nearly tripped as he ran after him. "Mateo..." he slurred, nearly in tears as he approached the boy in question. "You can't go without me. I looooooove you." Mateo's head was empty at this point, but these words made him happy. "I... love you toooooooooooo." Mateo leaned in for a kiss, and tripped. Phil, even in his stupor, caught him, and kissed the boy. It was glorious. That's the last thing Mateo can remember as he woke up the next morning. Time for the first choice! Im not sure how to do this entirely, so I'll give a few options. What did Mateo wake up in? ~a wet bed and boxers ~a wet pull-up/diaper ~Dry boxers, but nearly bursting ~The nude Vote in the comments below! After 24-48 hours I'll see what is picked the most and write that. Have fun! Hope you all enjoyed so far! This is my first time writing in a long while, so I hope yall like it enough for it be worth continuing. Thanks! ~OhNo

Hopefully I can do this justice. Tw: drug use (weed), hypnotism, cnc, human ashtray, degradation, dehumanising, slave play. We have been together many years and have talked about this stuff at length, please don't fuck with consent like this at home. . . Yesterday I made my boy (27m, blonde hair green eyes, toned twink, white, shaved) hydrate really well while he was at work, and go pee the second he felt able, not holding at all, just going every hour or so at the least. He was grateful and didn't realise at the time why I was doing it. That night When we got home I made him hydrate with Iced tea - a diuretic. He knew my fantasy - I had texted it to him previously (will add a screenshot if I can). We have a 24/7 total power exchange dynamic and he has verbal/aural triggers to drop him into sub space. When I knew he'd be starting to get desperate, I dropped him into sub space and told him he would be serving me for the rest of the night. In service space, he isn't allowed to speak, make eye contact, or ask for anything. He just does as he's told. I made him smoke half a joint, which is a LOT for him because he's new to smoking. I am not. Once he was sufficiently high, spaced out, and subby, we went out to the backyard. He sat on the floor by my feet while I smoked. I talked him into a hypnotised headspace - he's very susceptible to this. 'That's it puppy, lose yourself. Just get outside of your head, let your body take over. Can you feel all your muscles tingling? You feel so good all over, don't you? You love serving me' He was completely non verbal but I could see the signs of desperation. He was grabbing his cock through his jeans, whimpering occasionally; but so tranced out that he couldn't even begin to verbalise it even if he wanted to. I knew I wouldn't have to wait too long for him to fail. I started with fear play. I ashed my joint into his hand at first, then when he was even more out of it, onto his tongue. Never enough to burn him. I know he's scared of burns. I took his wrist and pressed my hot lighter against it - long enough to sting but again not long enough to cause damage. I admired his deep trust in me (he has non verbal safe words he could have easily used) - he was so very scared bur never pulled away. 'That's my good boy. Such a gold little service sub. You'll learn to enjoy the taste of ash, pet. I can see you grabbing that pretty cock of yours. Stop that, I told you to relax and lose yourself didn't I?' He let go diligently and was fidgeting a little. I knew it wouldmy take much more of the hypnotic pressure to push him to breaking point. 'Oh pet.. you haven't had a bathroom break. It's OK, better to wet yourself out here, before my friends arrive later, than to try and hold it and make a fool of me. What kind of man would I be to own a sub that can't even get through a party without pissing himself? If you cant learn to hold properly ill have to diaper you at work. Everyone would know. Stupid little piss pup can't control his aching bladder.' I could see him still holding back - wetting doesn't come naturally to him, he has so much shame around it. I needed to keep talking to him, to convince his brain to let him have relief. He had stopped whining now, a sure sign for him that the need was BAD. 'I've got you, pup. Listen to your body. Relax everything. Just let yourself go into the air, into nothing. You don't need to exist right now, no need to engage muscles. Just relax' He whimpered and I noticed a small wet spot - a leak. 'God pup, you look such a mess right now. You make my cock so hard. I'd love to force you to suck it right now. But then I couldn't use you as an ash tray, and I still need that. You're so useless. So brain-dead. Don't think. Just let go.' He gasped suddenly and I heard the familiar hissing - he was wetting. He began moaning, his head dropping back in pleasure as he emptied his very full bladder. 'That's it pup. I see you wetting yourself. You may as well let it all go now. Relax, pet.' He reached down and lightly stroked himself through his jeans while he continued to wet. There was so much. It had been a good 45 seconds. 'Oh pup, you really had to go for me didn't you? I can't believe you held all that. Are you done yet?' He whimpered and dropping his head forward against my knee, as a new hard rush of piss was released into his jeans. He clearly still needed to go. He peed for at least another minute, moaning and lightly touching himself, before he started panting and grabbing at me - finished. 'That's it pet. Empty now? Focus on how relaxed your muscles feel now. You need to train them to relax like this. Look at you, covered in piss for me.' I ashed my joint again and he began jerking off through his jeans. He has a 9inch uncut dick, so I could see how hard he was so quickly. I knew he was so lost in his pleasure that I could easily get him to cum. 'You need to empty those balls now too, don't you pet? That cock is so hard, now you need to cum. You've already made such a mess, look at the size of the puddle you're in. Why don't you make yourself cum for me?' It didn't take long - he was crying out, buring his head in my lap as he came, almost in tears, sobbing out his release. It took me ages to pull him enough out of sub space to get him to strip off and come shower. I got him dressed up warm (it's winter here) and settled in bed with him. Soon he started grinding against my leg - I knew he wanted to make me cum. I told him to fuck me - he wasn't allowed to cum, only edge. It didn't last long - watching him wet in that hypnotic state had got me so worked up, I came so quickly and so hard. Lots of cuddles and after-care last night and today 🥰 ask me any questions!!

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Well... I was bad boy yesterday 😐 so my master decided to punish me, and I can't use the toilet all day.. I woke up today in the morning and asked my bf if I can go potty to pee, he said no. Then we ate breakfast, and i asked him again. He said no because I did bad yesterday and need punishment. I just nodded and look down while squirming. After 1 hour he closed the toilet with key (we have toilet room and bathroom. We dont have bath and toilet in the same room) and said that I CANT pee, until he came back or my punishment will be longer. He kissed me and went to work leaving me desperate to pee with closed toilet. I held for like 10 minutes after that and couldnt do it anymore and just wet myselff.. I wet myself today 4 times, and now Im really desperate again.. I need to pee so badly.. Atleast im a good boy! But master will be back in 3 hours.. And dont worry guys, I like it!

Rollixx shifted around in his seat. He wiggled his tail, trying to make more room for his diapered rear. Demmie was sitting next to him in his modified car seat. He was smaller than most demons of his species and had to get a chair designed for small children. He looked up at his massive boyfriend and tilted his head. “Rollo? You look a little tense, is everything alright?” Rollixx nodded and kept his eyes fixed straight on the road. “Yup, everything is completely fine.” “Are you sure?” Demmie reached out and gripped onto the front of the dragon’s padding “... You feel dry, and I don’t smell anything coming from you.” Rollixx shifted around. “I’m clean, nothing is wrong.” “You gotta shit, don’t you?” Demmie smirked when Rollixx’s face went from the usual dark gray to a bright red. “You’re wearing your diaper, just go.” Rollixx wiggled his butt. “Can’t…. No room.” “Oh, it’s one of THOSE shits, huh?” Rollixx nodded. “Demmie, it’s always ‘one of those shits’, you expect a massive dragon like me to not make monster turds?” Demmie laughed. “Good point! We can stop at an empty lot so you can unload, okay?” Rollixx nodded again. He flinched when he heard Demmie blow a raspberry. “That’s gonna be what your ass sounds like in a few minutes.” Rollixx glanced down and saw Demmie’s diaper was soaked. “You look like you pour a whole jug of lemonade down your drawers.” Demmie looked down then quickly pulled his shirt over the thick bulge. “At least I don’t shit myself!” Rollixx chuckled when he saw Demmie’s tail jerk upwards. “You keep believing that sweetheart.” Demmie let out a small huff and lifted up his knees, causing Rollixx to laugh and ruffle his hair. After a few minutes of driving, grabbing each other’s fronts, and poking fun, they pull into a Walmart parking lot which was shockingly empty. Demmie quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. “Geez, I thought I was going to be the impatient one…” Rollixx opened the car door and carefully got out, making sure to not make the floodgates open too soon. “Hurry up so we can get going!” Demmie demanded. He crawled over the center compartment and flopped into the driver seat. Rollixx looked around, when he felt comfortable enough, he slowly let himself loose. He let out small squeaks as the soft shit burst out of him and into his diaper. He lifted up his leg as his diaper began to expand to fit his massive load. Demmie crawled on top of the vehicle and made sure nobody was around. Rollixx then felt something warm and wet run down his legs. “Hmmm?” He looked down and saw a puddle of piss on the ground.“Oh god, now one of the poor workers is going to have to come out here and clean that up.” Tears formed around his eyes, and he tried to hide his face. Demmie used his long tail to pat Rollixx on the head. “The rain should clean it all up, nobody needs to come out and clean. Rollixx still felt so bad that he grabbed a rag and tried to soak up most of the musty urine. “Dan Rollo, that's strong! Kinda turning me on a little…” “Keep it in your pants, you wanna-be urinal.” Rollixx teased as he threw the rag onto Demmie’s face. Demmie sat there with the piss rag on his head. He wagged his tail around, causing it to whip the car so hard it set off the alarm. The two jolted up and frantically tried to shut off the alarm. After a minute, Rollo finally turned off the alarm. “New rule, don’t throw piss rags at Demmie while he’s sitting on top of the car…” Demmie jumped onto Rollo’s shoulder. “Hey, could you get to the changing part of this now… I may or may not have-” “I already know what you did in there you little freak.” He chuckled. “Lay down, and try not to get it all over my seat.”

There have been many experiences on this site about revellers peeing in public during parties at bars, or big events like concerts, Carnival, New Years, you name it. But what's surprising is that I haven't seen a whole lot of stuff about Pride parades and fairs, which is ironic since many on this site are LGBTQ+ themselves. How common is it to see public urination during Pride events, in big cities, small-town locales, or even in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?

It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!

Preparation: Subject [solous.persona] will maintain a functional level of Stoned and will always have earbuds in. Subject will constantly listen to "Smoke Chill | lo-fi hip-hop" livestream on Youtube to quell any social anxiety that will arise throughout the day. Subject will trim beard, shower, style hair, brush teeth, and generally make a serious attempt to look like a Human again. All the while reminding himself that, once upon a time, he was an extrovert; it's still there, he can do this. Execution: At approx. 15:30 CST Subject will board a CapMetro Bus to downtown Austin, TX and find a location to "Hang Out" until 18:00 CST. Subject will employ Mindfulness Meditation coupled with breathing exercises as a means to deal with any overwhelming anxiety. At 18:00 CST Subject will make his way to Cheer Up Charlies, a local gay bar. Subject will then attempt to complete the following. Primary Objectives: -Subject will "Have Fun" -When asked about his "Costume," Subject will, in a charming and friendly manner, answer he is "Just A Broke Dude" for Halloween. -Subject will make attempts to engage with people he doesn't know in conversation. Secondary Objective: Subject will keep an eye out for anyone he may find attractive. Subject will, if presented with the opportunity, fufill every gay omo fantasy he has ever had with said attrative person. Tertiary Objective: Subject will consume any Cannabis and/or Psychedelics offered to him and just "Let The Night Happen." Outcome: Status Ongoing. Will update when able. Wish me luck and Happy Halloween Y'all!

Chapter 1: Manas and Valora Two friends living rough, make do as they wait for new housemates. *** Slouching on the couch, exhausted after a long day of work Valora sighs “Can you cook tonight? Manas standing in the doorway, ready to head back to his room, sighs in response “Sure, but you never like my meals” Valora groans briefly before responding “I know, I know! But I just can’t ok, I’m flat out at work, the least you could do is cook for us once in a while!” Manas opens his mouth to respond, but pauses to reconsider his words “You know… … I will cook as I know your doing a lot. But don’t forget I do all the cleaning… and I’m looking for other house mates.” Valora only sighs in response, her anger wanting to show itself. But she knows Manas understands, they are both struggling in their current predicament. Valora turns on the tele, just to relax for a while. Feeling stressed out Manas walks to the bathroom and decides to relieve himself. He would usually stand to pee, but he sits down to try and relax, closing his eyes and somewhat meditating as he empties his bladder. When washing his hands, he splashes his face to regain focus. Manas then heads to the kitchen and ponders what he’ll make. It can be a challenging decision for Manas as he lacks culinary talent. Although he can cook food he doesn’t mind, Valora’s requirements are rather high, and her temper short. Manas considers Cheese toasties and ramen. But those wont satiate Valora, and he’d rather not receive her wrath. Then he remembers they have mince. He could cook up some nachos, the one meal he can actually cook somewhat competently. So, he begins to prepare that in the kitchen. After a short while of mindless tv Valora gets up and heads to the kitchen, sniffing and smiling “Ahh nachos, your one good meal”. Manas squints back feigning offence but understanding its pretty accurate. “But we don’t have Doritos” Valora continues. Manas freezes for a moment “Well… shit!” Valora groans in response. Manas thinks for a moment “I… I’ll just chop up some salad, yeah, salad and mince. That’s fine right?” Valora nods in agreement before leaving down the hallway. She heads to the bathroom as she still hasn’t peed since work. When away from home she would usually pee from above the seat, but at home and due to her exhaustion, she sits down and just relaxes this time. As she empties her bladder, she lets out a long relaxed sigh. She then dries herself and washes her hands before returning to Manas. Manas begins plating up their salad and mince. Placing the mince in iceberg lettuce leaves, as a substitute for tacos or nachos. When he spots Valora he hands her plate over and they both head to the table. Manas returns to the fridge to get drinks whilst Valora sits down and begins to eat. Manas soon returns, filling their glasses before sitting down to eat also. “Hmmm, this actually isn’t half bad” grins Valora. Manas smiles back pleased. After a short pause Valora then confronts Manas with an odd tone “Manas… I have been quite frustrated lately. “Yeah, I know, I’m looking for house mates…” “No not like that, well that also, but sexually” she glances away slightly red Manas looks back at her surprised at first but then chuckles back “Oh is it that time again” “Oh, fuck you!” snaps Valora Manas looks confused, then catches up “Oh shit sorry, not like that” he laughs awkwardly “I just meant time for some more mutual…” he drifts off, still awkward about the topic as they have only done it twice before. “Yes, I want that again. I need to relieve stress from work” “I understand, same as last time?” “Well, I was… never mind, yes just like last time” “No no, what were you going to say?” “I want something more, a kink of mine…” Valora goes quiet, uncharacteristically nervous. Manas’s eyes light up “Oh? I’m listening” Valora continues, though weary “I would like… to um… I would like to pee on you” Manas goes silent, his face pale, his cock hard. He clears his throat “You would like to pee on me?” “Yes!” she responds almost aggressively. “You know, I am actually aroused by pee too, you have no idea how excited I am to hear that we share that interest.” Valora looks at him smiling and taking a calming breath “You do? I think I know now.” “However ‘Lora, I am not particularly fond of the idea of you peeing on me.” “What, you just said you liked pee too?” Valora responds, her temper growing once more. “I do, but I’d rather watch you wet yourself then to pee on me. You see, I am fond of desperation and wetting” Valora pauses for a moment “I will not wet myself!” “Ok, well could you at least hold till desperate?” he queries. “As long as I can pee on you” Manas nods “Just uh, not the face ok” Valora rolls her eyes a little before smiling back. Manas smiles back also “So you will hold until desperate, then you will shower me in your piss?” “Yes, sounds good” “In the bath I suppose? And I guess you better drink up…” She nods back before filling her glass with more water “Hey, can you grab me a can of cola from the fridge then. Manas goes to the fridge but returns with three cans. He places two cans in front of her “Have two, fill that bladder up” he chimes excitedly “And well, I was thirsty too” as he opens his can. Valora obliges and begins to down her glass of water and cans of soda. She and Manas sit and watch tv as she fills her bladder. The pair chat about their desires as they are both excited, discovering they both enjoy pee, but from less than compatible angles. Valora begins to squirm lightly. “Ok, time to pee” she says standing up. “Wait, can’t you hold a bit longer?” Manas queries. “No, I am going now, come on” she demands. Manas follows Valora to the bathroom. “I’m excited for this, just remember, not the face. Chest and genitals are fine” Valora chuckles “Genitals… just say cock you prude” Manas rolls his eyes as the pair enter “Whatever” He begins to strip. Valora watches then follows. The two watch each other as they strip naked in front of one another. Manas steps into the tub and lays down as best he can. In an awkward position as he waits patiently for Valora. His mostly erect cock laying to the side on his abdomen. Valora steps in, her feet either side of him. Still holding herself, covering her vulva from view. But Manas’s dick grew despite this, her stunning form in self holding desperation drives him wild. His cock already begins to twitch in anticipation. Valora looks down at Manas, he was pretty attractive to her, and she was about to shower him, she was about to pee on one of her best friends, how exciting she thought as she moved her hand away from her labia revealing herself to him. “I’m ready when you are… you don’t mind if I touch myself?” She wished to control his orgasms, but new it wouldn’t go over well “Yea, sure, go ahead” as she spread her legs a little more getting ready to release her desperate bladder all over him. Manas slid his hand down to his cock and held it. Not jerking yet, waiting for her stream. He already wanted to cum so bad. He just looked up at her and smiled in anticipation. Valora smiled mischievously as she began to relax. First a few drops. Manas’s cock twitched as the drops hit his thighs. Then a squirt hit his sack, Manas moaned. Then Valora moaned as her flood gates opened and she began streaming her hot piss over his body. Manas began to stroke himself as he watched Valoras pussy gush piss over him. His chest getting a splash, he turned away to protect his face. Valora noticed and groaned lightly, she corrects her aim at his junk. Manas turns back smiling thankfully as her stream strikes his tip. He moans out as he begins to cum. Valora’s body covers in goose bumps at the sight of him cumming to her shower. She continues to pee for a little longer, halting to a few drips a little after he finishes cumming on himself. “That was amazing! Thanks for that ‘lora” Valora smirks back at Manas before stepping out of the bathtub. She walks over to a purple towel hanging off the doorknob, pulls the hanging corner towards herself and wipes herself dry. Manas’s eyes go wide as he watches her dry her pussy and thighs on his towel. She looks back cheekily. Without any further interaction Valora dons her clothes and leaves the room. Manas still laying in the tub, wet and sticky. Smiling giddily. After a moment of internal thought, manas steadies to his feet and waddles to the shower, holding his hands at his abdomen, attempting to prevent the dripping of substances onto the floor. Once in Manas relieves his bladder with a long sensual sigh. Then continues to shower like normal. Valora once in her room lays on her bead, lowers her red dolphin shorts and lowers her hand to her lips. She thinks about the events just past and begins to pleasure herself. Once she hears the shower running, she stops holding back and lets herself moan out. Sending her fingers in and not just running around the outside. She manages to orgasm before the shower stops. She cleans up and heads out to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and turns the tv back on. Not even a minute later she hears the bathroom door open, she continues to watch tv, not acknowledging it. After his shower he throws his old clothes into the laundry tub, dries himself with his towel, thinks about how it was used to dry her and smiles. He realises he didn’t bring in a change of clothes. But shrugs as he throws the towel in the tub and just struts out in the nude. Manas looks down the hallway towards the living room, over the horizon of the couch he can see the back of her head. He makes a funny stance and swings his cock around a little. Then blushes and turns away at his silly act before continuing to his room to get dressed. Once dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts he strolls down the hallway to Valora and sits beside her. They glance casual smiles at each other before turning back to watch their show. Once the show they watch together is over Manas heads back to his room, leaving Valora to watch the next show on her own. When Manas returns to his computer he finds an exciting message, with a grin across his face he jogs down the hallway and carelessly interrupts Valoras viewing of her show “Hey! ‘Lora, we have potential housemates” “Oh! Who?” “Their names are Yasu and Reiki” “Two guys huh?” “Yeah, well it’s expected to be 2 of either more than 1 of both” he shrugs “Yeah, you didn’t choose guys over girls, did you?” “No, we need house mates so bad I don’t have the room for such bias, and anyway, I wouldn’t have a problem with living with three girls” he laughs Valora peers back unimpressed. “So uhh, if your cool with it, they’re ready to visit this weekend” “Yeah, let’s get some other peeps here, even if it’s all guys, who knows, maybe I’ll have a reverse harem” she laughs “You wish” “So, what were their names again?” asks Valora Manas looks down at his phone, “Yasu and Reiki.” *** (Not the best start, i considered reworking this, might still. But i'd never submit it if i try to perfect it)

Hi all! It's been a while since my last story, and i wanted to share another with you, since I tend to have a lot of fun when I do! This one isn't nearly as long, and to be honest I didn't take as long to write it, but I think you'll all still enjoy it. Sorry for any awkward grammar, spelling, etc. Like I said, I just wanted to get it out there more than anything, in hopes I'd get some inspiration for more stories. I kind of enjoy the indirect exhibitionism, I won't lie! Please let me know what kind of story you would all like me to write next ... that is, if you'd like me to write another story, hahah. This next story happened the last year or two of high school too, I’m not sure when exactly, but I know it happened after the “After School Accident” story I posted earlier. Kevin, Brian and I spent a lot of Friday nights bringing our computers over to each others’ houses to play video games. One particular Friday, we’d all gone over to Kevin’s house. Naturally, we all drank way more soda than was healthy, and stayed up later than we should – but hey, that was part of the fun! I remember it was pretty late into the night by the time this happened, but I saw Kevin wiggle his leg and grab lightly at his crotch. We had both set up our computers in his room, with the rest of our friends out in the living room. This was pretty soon after the “After School Accident” incident, and to be honest, there had definitely been a change between us. We felt more awkward around each other than before, less willing to talk with each other both about small talk and more important things. We actually hadn't discussed that night at all, even though it was both obviously going through our heads quite a bit. But despite the awkwardness, seeing him grab himself got my mind racing, and I checked Kevin out some as subtly as I could. He didn’t give any other signs and I didn’t press it. Plus, we were in his home, if he needed to go, he’d go, right? I didn’t think I’d be getting a show. Now seems as good of a time to mention it as any – this was summer or spring, so we were both wearing khaki type shorts and t-shirts. I remember Kevin’s were your typical tan khaki color, and mine were a lighter off-white, I think. I definitely remember that both were fairly tight fitting – this stuck out to me both because I was glad for being able to see as much as I could of Kevin, but also because I knew I had to be careful as I started to get hard, since it’d be obvious to see. And even more obvious if I had an “accident” in front of Kevin … again. We had set up our computers together in his room, but there were other friends playing with us who were set up in the house as well. The next match started, and he still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. We all kept playing the game (a team based first person shooter, I don’t remember which), and I notice Kevin squirm more, and press his legs together a bit. Thanks to his tighter shorts, actually, I could see almost everything – whether he was bouncing or wiggling his legs, if he tensed his thighs, or squeezed them together. More than once, I felt Kevin’s legs bump against me as he shifted around, and I started looking at him again and not the game. I see his legs pushed together and bouncing. I couldn’t help myself, and I just start staring – until I hear the game let me know that I’d been killed. I looked at the game, and respawned as a medic type class, and decide to follow Kevin around, just to get Kevin talking more to me. Not long after I spawn, Kevin notices and says “Good! [Shinobi]! I needed help!” We defended the area for a little while, but Kevin gets killed. He starts to stand up, but just as he does, I got to where he had died and then resurrected his character. He made a pained moaning/grunting noise and sat back down. “OK, next time I die,” he said, laughing incredibly awkwardly, “don’t revive me, I’ve really gotta piss.” That settled it, in my mind. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I wanted to. My mission was to keep Kevin alive, at any cost. I tried to laugh like I only thought it was funny, and not incredibly hot. “But I need your help here!” “Gaahh,” he groaned, “OK, I’ll try.” We kept defending our little outpost, and Kevin was clearly getting more and more desperate. He would twitch and lurch his whole body every so often and was playing the game hunched far over his keyboard, as if he couldn’t keep himself comfortably upright. His legs moved more and more frequently, until the movement was basically non-stop. He’d been killed a couple times, but I was right behind him to bring his character back. Which was getting more and more difficult for me to do, unfortunately. The more he moved, the more I wanted to watch, and the easier it was to lose track of Kevin’s character and keep his character alive and keep Kevin desperate. I was also painfully hard by that point, which was embarrassingly obvious in the pants I was wearing. Fortunately, the only other person that would be able to see was Kevin, and his eyes were usually fixed on his screen. Except, we were both occasionally sneaking looks at each other’s laps – he could definitely see that I was hard as he got more and more desperate. Kevin died one more time and stood up from his chair quickly. “Oh, fuck,” I think I heard him whisper under his breath. Kevin was not a guy that tended to swear, at all, so I knew he was in pain, and I throbbed painfully in response. Luckily, I was right behind him as usual, and shocked him back to life. “No!” I laughed, “Don’t go! Defend us!” “Ohh, no!” Kevin laughed and moaned, but went back to the computer quickly. He didn’t sit down though, he sort of leaned over his chair to play the game. He crossed his legs and squeezed them together, and was bouncing up and down to hold it in. All this was happening right next to my head, of course, and somehow, I got even harder in response. I pressed my legs together to try to hide it and bounced a little bit. I noticed Kevin look down at my crotch and laughed. “You too, huh?” he asked under his breath. I know I blushed furiously, but he was too busy looking at the game to see it. “Huh?” I asked, nervously, my heart beating faster. “You gotta piss too?” I felt my chest loosen as he said that, glad that he hadn’t noticed that I’d been enjoying his show. “Oh,” I laughed, realizing what he meant. “I can hold it,” I said, trying to taunt him. “Can you?” It didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time, but the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted Kevin to keep holding it. “No, fuck,” he laughed quietly and gave another bounce. When he said ‘no,’ my stomach filled up with butterflies, and I knew I was close to cumming. “Do what you gotta do,” I laughed nervously, “your team’s counting on you!” I jiggled my legs unconsciously, and Kevin looked down at my lap. He laughed too and gave a groan, twitched suddenly, and I think I heard him swear under his breath again. I looked off to my side, to try to see if he was dry or not, but I could only see the side of his thigh, which was not wet. Part of me knew it was for the best that I couldn’t see anything – I still remembered what happened last time I saw that Kevin had to pee, and how I’d basically exploded in my pants when I’d thought that he’d leaked even a little! That was just with me and Kevin alone, though, and this time we weren’t quite alone, with our friends a room or two over. Another part of me just wanted to see it and didn’t care. I’d brought another pair of clothes with me (when we did parties like this, we’d always end up spending the night since we stayed up so late). I told myself that if I ended up enjoying it too much, I could just change. But the embarrassing part is that Kevin, and possibly our other friends, might see me walking around in wet shorts. Kevin had already seen my “accident” the last time I saw him have to pee, and he’d seen the quarter-sized wet spot of precum on my pants tonight, what would he think if I ended up losing control in front of him again? Did he actually believe that I’d pissed myself instead of enjoying his desperation way too much that night? All these anxieties were storming through the back of my head, but they were completely drowned out by me enjoying seeing Kevin bouncing with desperation right off to my side. I was bouncing with pain a bit by now as well, not because I had to pee, but because I needed to cum so badly that my balls were hurting. I started to use the pain to pretend like I had to pee though, to make Kevin feel better, and squeezed my legs together with a hand in my crotch, though I was being careful not to actually touch anything – I was very close to having an “accident” myself. I noticed Kevin swish his head to get his shaggy hair out of his eyes, then bent over and bounced at the knees. “Ohh, God…” he whispered to himself. “I can’t,” he laughed, talking loud enough for me to really hear now. “[Shinobi], really,” he laughed more, “I can’t!” He bounced once or twice, then groaned again, clearly in a lot of pain, “Arrghh!” He let go of his mouse and keyboard and tried to move past me. “No!” I laughed, “Come back, Kevin!” I reached out to grab him as me moved past me, and managed to grab his belt or something. “Nooo!” He turned around to grab my arm and get himself free, and I could see he was smiling wide still, but also breathing heavily. He managed to get me to let go of his belt, tossed my arm away and darted off to the bathroom. I got up to chase him a bit, carried away with the excitement of seeing him desperate, but he had a head start on me and made it to the bathroom door. My chest sank as I realized that whatever was going to happen, I wouldn’t see it. I walked, carefully, back to my chair in front of my computer, since our friends in the other rooms were wondering why we’d suddenly stopped. I played for a couple minutes, poorly, distracted by any little sound that was coming from the bathroom (the bathroom was right next to the room we were playing in). I couldn’t hear much, but I thought I heard a few whispered swears. My cock strained against my briefs and shorts as images of Kevin wetting himself swirled through my head. I got myself right to the edge just with thoughts of him losing control in there. When he finally came out, I moved to get a good look at his shorts. There was a big wet spot on his crotch, and splatters and a trail down his left leg. Kevin didn’t talk to me or look at me, he just grabbed a pair of clean basketball shorts and underwear and walked quickly back into the bathroom. Naturally, as soon as I saw his shorts, I felt my sstarted cumming, and it was a lot. My stomach muscles contracted and I bent over my keyboard involuntarily, grunting and moaning, and moving all over in the video game. It felt like I was letting out massive spurts of pee, each one lasting about a second, into my shorts. I felt it flowing down over my balls, some even coming out the front of my shorts. Once I’d finally finished, I looked down, and I was an even bigger mess than last time. The front of my pants and inside of my legs were soaked, and there was a glob of white cum the size of a quarter or two on top of the crotch of my pants. I panicked – it was obvious I’d cummed in my pants. I decided to sort of rub it into my shorts, or even just brush it away, to try to hide it. My heart started pounding when I noticed that my shorts were see-through now. That, combined with my soaking wet white underwear… Everything down there was pretty visible. I was still panicking about the fact that you could see my dick through my pants when Kevin came back into the room, having changed into pajamas. He looked down and embarrassed and wouldn’t look at me directly. “Dude,” he told me, still not looking at me, “you can’t tell anyone about that.” I didn’t respond, still kind of in shock. “Seriously,” he was obviously a bit down. Finally, he looked at me. “Please?” I looked up at him and got an idea. Something I'd hoped would make things less awkward between us. I put my hands in my pockets to hold my shorts away from my soaked and transparent underwear. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said. I figured that if we were both embarrassed... Then maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad? If I was really lucky, maybe it was even a little hot..? “What?” he looked confused as I said that, and then I stood up. When he saw my wet pants, a smirk slowly came across his face, and you could see it in his eyes that he felt a lot better. “Ohh,” he laughed, “Woooow.” He looked for a little while, laughing, and I let him look. After he started calming down, I moved to grab my spare change of clothes. “Get back to the game,” I laughed and told him, and shoved him away from the door to the bathroom. I entered and shut the door, and lucky for me, just as I did, I heard another friend come into the room. “What’re you two doing in here?” he asked, laughing. I sighed in relief that I didn’t get caught. Or at least, that I only got caught by Kevin. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, and just as I did, my friend out there tried to open it. They teased us about what we were doing back here, why we weren’t playing the game, and so on. I was taking my time getting changed, mostly because I was exhausted after exploding like that. After I cleaned up, I folded my pants up so that you couldn’t see any of the wetness, and went outside. My other friends only teased me about what took so long, they didn’t try to get into my pants or anything, pun intended. So I just tossed them into my bag and got back to the game. I was definitely tired after that, and I know I didn’t play as well as I did before, but Kevin and I felt more comfortable with each other now as we chatted and played games for the rest of the night. Hopefully you all liked! Thanks if you made it this far!

Due to the personal nature of this, I'll keep things as anonymous as possible. I was having sex with a really submissive guy who mostly enjoys bottoming for me. He doesn't have a pee kink or anything. We were doing it doggystyle and he kept asking me to be rougher and rougher. I'm not that kind of guy unless someone really enthusiastically asks me to be, but I could tell he was really getting into it. I'm not exceptionally big by any means, so I didn't feel like I'd hurt him if I did what he requested. After a while of that, he finished hands-free, which he said he's never done before. I was really surprised, because I've never seen anyone do that. When we were done, he looked down and shyly said we'll definitely need to wash the blanket. I noticed we'd been a bit too enthusiastic and completely missed the towel I'd laid out earlier. I cleaned up the mess while he was in the shower so he could just rest after that. There was a huge spot on the bed right where his cum was, and it was very liquidy and way too much to be anything else. I've occasionally known guys to accidentally pee a little when bottoming before, myself included. But I never expect it. I was pretty excited that he enjoyed it so much he lost control like that.

This is based off of a series(the false prince), but if you haven't read it, basically two boys are sitting in a wagon cart attached to a truck. The adults and one other kid are in a castle (this is based off the medieval ages) Starting: I was laying down in the wagon, trying to sleep. But I felt Roden's hand on my crotch. I instantly went red, and tried to move it, but he suddenly squeezed down and I couldn't move his arm. "Roden!" I looked over. He was asleep. "Damn it..." I muttered. Another squeeze. I moaned. Of course that woke him up. "What was..that?" He asked sleepily. I pointed at my crotch, blushing. He looked down. Saw his hand. He swiped his hand away. "Sorry..." he said, pink in the face. I nodded. He looked around. "Where is everyone?" "They're attacking a castle, idiot. They're not gonna come back till tomorrow evening." I pointed at the chains on our legs. They were long enough to move around, but we couldn't get out of the wagon. "What if we have to pee?" Roden asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have to?" I asked. He clenched his fists. I smiled. He had started it, honestly. Touching me like that. Now it was my turn. I grabbed his waist. "Hey!" He started, but I cut him off by smashing his lips with mine. His eyes widened. I stared at him and he stared at me as I licked his lips. He was refusing to let me enter his mouth, so I quickly squeezed his thigh, making him gasp, and giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my tongue in. "Sage-" He muttered through my lips. "You still have to pee?" He hesitated, but nodded. I stopped kissing him and grinned. I laid down. He stared at me like I was a mad man. "Sit on my face, baby." I said simply. Roden's face turned red. "W-what?" He asked. "Come on, please?" I grinned. He blushed. "You really want me to?" He asked. I nodded instantly, and licked my lips. He was hesitant, but soon stood up and sat on my neck. "Keep your clothes on, please," I said. "It's hotter that way. He blushed but obeyed. He scooted up so his crotch area was in my mouth. I licked his pants. He moaned, way louder than necessary. "Tap my thigh when you want me to go." He said. I immediately slapped his thigh, and he smiled. Soon the delicious taste of piss was in my mouth. Roden was a moaning mess, because I was licking and biting his pants as he peed. He started going more heavy, and I sucked and sucked. The yellow liquid was spilling everywhere, but it tasted so good. Finally, after about three whole minutes, he whispered, "Um...Done." He moved off of me and sat criss-cross across from me. I sucked my fingers, which were dripping with pee. "Thanks." I said, smiling. He didn't say anything, just kissed me again. It wasn't like the other time, it was just short and sweet. I chuckled. "We should do that again some time, hm?"

You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."

I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.

A large glass mason jar, a strand of hair, and a name, written in sharpie. It didn’t take much for a skilled witch to connect a bladder to a bottle. It was Leo’s first day of freshman year and he strolled into his lecture slightly late. Fashionably late, if you will. Unlike high school, his professor didn’t particularly care. He sat down next to a tall, dark haired man who looked to be about 19 or 20- the same age as Leo himself. He had long, dark hair pulled into a low bun and he wore a black tank top with a slight turtleneck and black jeans. “Hey, I’m Leo,” he whispered. ”Jai. Shut up, I’m trying to listen to the lecture.” Leo shut up. Listening to the lecture sounded like a pretty good idea. So he stayed quiet and took notes and sketched diagrams as the professor spoke. It was a long lecture though, and his mind started to wander. He noticed that Jai’s leg was shaking a lot, maybe he was feeling restless? It was a long lecture after all, a whole three hours. As time wore on, he realized that wasn’t it. The lecture had begun quite early in the morning, prompting many students to wake themselves up with a nice cup of coffee. That included Jai. His thermos sat on the desk in front of him, untouched in the last 20 minutes. There were 10 minutes left of class, and he seemed to be struggling more now. Leo’s attention was peaked. He watched as Jai quickly packed his things and speed walked out of the room the second the lecture ended. He then got up to pack his own things. A long strand of hair lay on the desk in front of him, and it was too long to be his own- it must be Jai’s. He picked it up and put it in a small plastic bag in his backpack before heading back to his dorm room. Once there, he put his backpack away and took out the strand of hair. For what he had in mind, a large jar would work best. He got a nice 1 litre mason jar out of his cupboard and put the hair inside, muttering a binding curse as he wrote Jai’s name on the outside of the jar. Jai’s bladder would now be bound to this jar. Leo filled the jar halfway with water, then shook it around a little. He had no way of knowing if it worked until the next day, when he’d hopefully see Jai at his next lecture; tomorrow’s lecture was for the same subject - biology - and at the same level; it was just human biology instead of plants. But he had a feeling it had worked, and it turned him on a little to know that wherever Jai was now, he must be squirming. The next day, he was pleased to find out that Jai was in this lecture too and wasted no time in sitting next to him. This class was later in the day so he was early today, and he hoped that meant Jai would be up for some conversation. “So, we meet again,” Leo said. ”Are you stalking me or something?” “What?! No! No, I just-“ “Relax, I’m kidding. Everyone in yesterday’s lecture is in today’s too.” ”Right. Yeah. I knew that.” “Sure you did.” ”So… can I get your number? For like, uh, studying purposes?” ”Sure.” Jai winked at him before taking out a sharpie and writing his phone number on Leo’s hand. Leo blushed. “Maybe you’d be interested in studying with me after today’s lecture? We can work at my dorm.” ”We don’t have any work yet, are you sure that’s what you want to do with me?” Jai’s tone was more flirtatious that Leo had expected, given how gruff he’d be the day before. “Is there something else you have in mind?” ”Well, we could get to know each other.” Okay, he was definitely flirting now. “Sounds like a plan.” This lecture was only an hour and a half, much to Leo’s delight. He and Jai walked back to his dorm afterwards and sat together on Leo’s small couch. “So… do you want anything? A drink, or a snack?” ”Some water would be great, thanks.” Leo went to the bathroom to fill up two glasses; he was glad the tap water was potable, as he didn’t have any kitchen space in the small dorm room. The jar sat on the countertop by the sink, at about the same volume as the day before. He poured more water in, making it 80% full. He shook it again, but not too vigorously- he had kept the lid off so that Jai would still be able to pee when he wanted to, and if he sloshed the water around too much, Jai would leak. It was still too early for that. So he went back to the living room and handed Jai a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Jai put the glass down on the table without taking a sip. ”Not thirsty anymore?” Jai mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like “Not that kind of thirsty”, but Leo couldn’t be sure. ”What did you say?” “Uh no, not thirsty. Mind if I use the bathroom?” “Go ahead.” As Jai entered the bathroom, Leo realized his mistake- the jar was still on the counter. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it? But no such luck. Leo heard the toilet flush, then the sink ran for a bit, then Jai re-entered. Holding the jar. ”Is this what I think it is?” ”… What do you think it is?” ”You’re a witch.” ”…” ”This jar has my name on it.” “It does appear to, yes…” ”It’s empty now.” “Yes.” ”But it wasn’t.” ”Oh?” ”Don’t play dumb, you know what you did.” ”What did I do?” ”You connected this jar to my bladder.” “…” ”So I’m going to do the same to you.” ”You’re a witch too?” ”Where do you keep your jars.” ”Top shelf on the right…” Jai took one of the jars, then took a strand of Leo’s hair. He placed it in the jar and wrote Leo’s name on it, muttering the curse. Then he took it to the bathroom and began to fill it up. Leo started to squirm. ”Jai… you don’t have to do this…” ”You didn’t have to do this.” ”I was just curious, I didn’t hurt you or anything…” ”And I haven’t hurt you.” ”You’re filling the jar too much, I can’t hold it anymore.” Leo’s pee dance became more intense as he crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch. He wiggled around, trying not to pee on his couch. Jai emerged from the bathroom, holding the almost full jar with the lid screwed on. ”Oh thank god, please don’t fill it up anymore.” ”Oh I won’t.” Jai said as he flipped the jar upside down, forcing all the weight of the water to press against the lid of the jar. Leo’s desperation doubled. “Jai please… I’m gonna pee myself…” “Not as long as the lid is on, you won’t.” “You’ll keep the lid on until I get to the toilet, right?” Jai didn’t respond. ”Right?” As much as Leo knew that his bladder wouldn’t empty with the jar lid on, he couldn’t stop squirming. It felt like it would come out any second. ”Please, Jai.” Jai began to unscrew the lid slowly. ”No… please… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna pee…” ”Too late.” Jai unscrewed the lid all the way and began to pour it into the sink. Leo squeezed his crotch and crossed his legs as tight as he could, but there was nothing he could do. Hot pee flooded his underwear and started to soak into his pants. Then suddenly, it stopped. Midstream. ”AH! Jai!” He looked up and saw that the lid was back on the jar. ”What? You wanted the lid on, right?” ”No! Just- Jai! You must know how it feels to stop midstream! I have to go so badly!” “You should’ve thought of that.” ”Please… just keep the lid on until I get to the toilet…” Leo stood carefully and began his waddle to the bathroom. It was only a couple meters from where he’d been sitting but it felt like a marathon with the pee just waiting to rush out. He’d almost made it, though. Almost. ”Jai! I’m not at the toilet yet!” ”I didn’t say I’d wait.” Leo’s piss dripped out, painfully slow. Jai was dripping it ever so slowly. Leo tried to get to the toilet to at least finish there, but Jai had other plans. As soon as Leo was in front of the toilet, Jai put the lid back on. ”Are you serious?” ”Pants only. No Toilet.” Leo pulled his pants back up and sat down on the toilet. “How about both.” ”Fine.” Jai unscrewed the lid again and continued the slow pour, gradually picking up speed. Leo was so relieved to finally be going, he didn’t care that it was in his pants, or that the hottie from his lecture was watching him. His bladder was almost empty when Jai put the lid back on. ”Really? Again?” ”Can’t make this too easy for you.” ”Oh whatever, just put the jar down. Go back to the couch while I shower, okay?” Jai nodded and left the bathroom. Leo locked the door. Jai’s jar was still on the countertop, begging to be filled. And Leo wanted to get back at him. He got in the shower and cleaned himself up quickly, scrubbing the sticky urine from his legs. Then he held the jar under the shower spray, letting it fill. As it got closer to the top of the jar, he heard Jai bang on the door. “Leo! LEO! Stop that! Let me in!” Leo didn’t stop. He enjoyed hearing the desperation in Jai’s voice. He could see Jai’s feet moving under the door as he pee danced. He wished he could’ve seen it all; the expression on his face, the moment he started to wet himself. But if he opened that door, it would be over. So he didn’t open it. He left it locked, and left the jar under the shower head. It began to overflow, and he heard Jai cry out before pee pitter-pattered onto the floor. He kept the jar in the water. Jai kept peeing. “Leo! Stop! Please!” ”No.” Leo got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping himself in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. Jai rushed in and aimed at the toilet, but Leo hadn’t turned off the shower. No matter how much he peed, he couldn’t get relief. “Please, just turn it off. Let me finish.” “Fine.” As much as Leo was enjoying this, he’d seen the look in Jai’s eyes when it had been him flooding his pants. He liked watching this as much as Leo did, and Leo hoped they’d be doing this together again.