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  1. Dark Smiles

    Dark Smiles The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously. It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.” It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy. Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in. For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register. The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him. “Have you been here before?” the man asked. “No,” Kevin answered. “Do you know much about this place?” “Only what I can guess based on the sign.” “Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?” “Sure.” “The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?” “No.” “Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?” “Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?” “Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?” “Not that I can think of.” “You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?” “Sure.” The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around. The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?” “I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere. “Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?” “Sure.” “Do you know your shoe size?” “Nine.” “Do you care what color?” “How about purple?” The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!” Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club. There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!” “Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked. “Yes,” Kevin said. “Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.” Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?” “Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman. The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place. The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand. “Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it. A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin. “Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked. “Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar. While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple. The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said. Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.” “You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?” “That’s right,” Wanda said. “Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice. “I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?” “Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?” “We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.” As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?” Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.” “Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.” In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.” Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently. “Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.” “Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely. “Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.” “Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling. The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach. “What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?” Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?” Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily. Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice. “Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded. “Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.” “You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?” Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him. Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®. “You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling. Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit. No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands. When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?” “Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen. Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away. “Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!” “Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.” “Yes, of course,” Debbie said. “I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said. “So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.” A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers. “I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin. “Absolutely,” Kevin answered. “We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.” “Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise. “Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.” Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly. “They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently. “I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.” “We won’t,” Debbie said. “So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?” Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.” “Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.” “Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him. Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?” Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry. Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily. “Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?” “Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it. Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?” “No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said. “Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?” The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her. Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry. Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?” Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.” “That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.” Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably. “Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives. It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?” Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit. “Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control. Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.” Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself. As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet. When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did. Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom. As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin. “Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?” “Yes,” Kevin said. “Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?” “Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.” “You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.” “Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table. As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?” “I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.” “Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.” “I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.” “That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.” “Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed. Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited. The End
  2. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
  3. Hi once again everyone! I know that I said in my last post that I'd share some of the desperation experiences that my girlfriend Shruthi underwent back in college. However, before that, I thought I would share one other experience that I witnessed. In this case, as it was merely a friend of mine and not a girlfriend, I felt less guilty and more aroused by the entire ordeal. This happened quite a while back, when I was in my ISE 1st year (The equivalent of As-Levels or 11th grade abroad). At this point Shruthi (my current girlfriend) and I studied in the same school in Tumkur, Karnataka ( A state) I was around 17, as was Shruthi, who, at the time, was just a girl who I had a crush on. It all started after our mid-year dance. This was a party of sorts, normally thrown by the school in the evening in a relatively inexpensive hotel. Drinking was strictly prohibited, but it's really not that easy to keep a group of 80 odd High schoolers sober when out at night. Needless to say, booze was abundant. Keturah, a short, slim, and relatively fair girl from Tamil Nadu (Another state, just south of Karnataka), was one of my classmates. Having been promoted by a year she was younger than everyone else and was an extremely decent girl, studious and serious, never once having touched alcohol in her life (or so she told all of us). As I was also quite a studious person, we had become quite good friends, visiting each other's houses from time to time to revise and study. At the dance I noticed Keturah standing alone in a corner, wearing her saree (traditional Indian Clothing item), and sipping from a glass of beer. I went over and engaged her in conversation. She quickly hid the beer and responded to me. We talked for quite some time and each had a few more drinks (albeit her's being drunk only when I turned the other way), before the party came to an end. Having drank quite a lot, I excused myself to the washroom, relieved myself and returned to find Keturah having yet another drink poured for her by a friend. Not wanting to have the corruption of such a decent girl on my hands, I hurried her away to the door and began talking to her once again. By this point, the music had stopped completely, the lights had come back on and everyone was making a long line for the doors. I bid her farewell and was just about to leave when I remembered a textbook that I had left in her flat. Upon reminding her about it, she told me to come back to her place now and get the book. As it was late and I was not sure what her parents would think about a teenage boy coming to visit their daughter late at night I asked her if she was sure that it was fine, to which she told me that everything was good as her parents were staying with her grandparents for the week and she had the house to herself. I smiled and took her up on her offer. We left the hall, stopped a passing auto rickshaw and hopped in as it sped off towards her house. We reached there in under 10 minutes, despite the distance being quite far, as there was very little traffic at this time of night. By the time that we arrived at her house, my bladder felt uncomfortably full from all the drinks that I had had. She led me up to her flat, a small pink 2BHK ( two bedroom house with kitchen) flat, on the sixth floor of the building. The moment I entered I asked her, without trying to sound odd, where the bathroom was. She gestured to a room in the bedroom on the left. I rushed inside, shut the door, and hastily relieved myself. Returning from the bathroom I entered her room, a smaller bedroom to the right of the flat, and began searching for the missing textbook. As I looked, we talked a lot. She told me about her sister who was in college, carpentry work that was going on in the flat, and other school gossip. As it was getting quite hot and stuffy inside of the room, I let open a small window in the corner of the room. As the house was on the sixth floor, the breeze was quite strong and the bedroom door, open until now, slammed shut with a deafening thud. Keturah spun around, and upon seeing the shut door almost shouted, "SHIT!!" "What's wrong?", I asked her, "None of the doors in the flat have doorknobs right now!!", she said, sounding annoyed and upset, " The carpenters removed them all last week to have the locks put in." "Shit....", I said, "So what do we do now? Should we call your parents, they must have a spare key to the flat." "And have them see me locked inside of a room with a strange boy!!??", she almost screamed. "What if we call your friends from hostel. Priyanka must have a key.", I suggested. "It's too late now, their curfew ended an hour back..., we'll just have to call them in the morning", she said, still sad but seemingly relieved. "I guess you'll have to stay the night here..." "Oh. Alright", I replied. "That's cool with me.." Keturah was far more relaxed at this point of time. She texted Priyanka who, while laughing at her situation, agreed to come by as early as possible tomorrow morning and open the flat. Keturah sat on the edge of the bed next to me and we began to talk. We talked for almost an hour, truly enjoying each other's company. Keturah had showed me a quarter of vodka that she stored in her room "In case of emergencies", she said. Mixing it with a large bottle of sprite she had in her cupboard, we had made quite a potent cocktail in the bottle, which we kept passing back and forth and finished within the first 40 minutes. Keturah, now quite tipsy, began to look uneasy. Upon inquiring as to what the problem was, she replied "Oh it's Nothing really, this saree is really uncomfortable, it's getting on my nerves.... that and......well, I would kill for a bathroom right about now", she added with a drunk giggle. I laughed politely and replied, "Then go right?", gesturing to the door at the end of her bedroom. "Oh that",she said, " No.. That's my walk in closet, the only bathroom is in the other bedroom" With those words I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I thought that was a bathroom up until now", I replied. "No", she said sadly, "Although if this gets much worse we may have to use it as one", she said jokingly, breaking out into another set of giggles. An hour and a couple shots later ( she really had a SHITLOAD of booze hidden in her room ), the smiles vanished and were replaced by looks of genuine worry and concern. Keturah's hands were placed in her lap and she was bend forward, such that the angle between her torso and her legs was about 45 degrees. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and she was rocking back and forth slowly. Surprisingly though, she was still talking. "So how is your exam preparation going?", she asked me, gently rocking back and forth on the bed. I answered and as I did I could see that my exam preparation was the furthest thing from her mind as she watched me intently, biting her lower lip, and pressing down on her crotch area so hard that her knuckles turned white. An awkward silence filled the room for a minute or so, broken only by the sound of the bed squeaking as Keturah jiggled around anxiously. I opened my mouth to say something but just as the words "Hey" escaped my lips, she said the same thing. "Sorry", I said, "You first." "No,no, it's okay... you tell me.. what were you going to say?", she said in a strained voice. "Uh.. okay", I continued,"Well I was wondering if well.... seeing as we get along so well and all, I thought that maybe we could, well......". My words trailed off as I felt embarrassed. "We could what?", Keturah said, obviously anxious for me to finish talking. "Well.. I thought that maybe we could, you know...". With that I slowly leaned in towards her, till my face was mere inches away from hers. I continued to lean in until our lips touched. My arms gently touched her sides and caressed her back, pulling her closer in towards me. Her mouth opened and we began to truly and passionately kiss. This went on for about a minute when suddenly she snapped back, sat straight up with a aghast and shocked look on her face and said, "Hey look, I'm really sorry. This, this is great, but there's just some things I've gotta take care of first....", she said, sneaking a furtive glance at the walk in closet. "Can't it wait", I said, leaning back in. "No babe, I'm really sorry but I've just really got to do something. Just hold on a minute, I'll be right back", Keturah said as she stood up and awkwardly wobbled over to the closet door, one hand over her crotch,"Oh and by the way..", she said, turning around to face me, "Please don't judge me, I wouldn't do this unless it was truly an emergency", and with that she gave the closet door a shove. It did not budge. She pushed it one more time. Nothing happened. I came and pushed on the door with all my might but it did not budge an inch. It must have been firmly locked by the carpenters (for reasons that I still cannot fathom). Keturah appeared to be close to tears now, there was nothing that she could do now other than bide time. She led out a loud sob. I reached out and gave her a warm hug, arms slowly moving down her sides and onto her ass as her head lifted and our lips met once again. As we embraced, I could feel her trembling. I slid one hand down the front of her saree and moving down past the pubic area, I could feel an unmistakable wet spot on the area right between her legs. It was at this point that I knew that she really wasn't playing around or overacting. I pulled my hand out and asked her in a soft voice: "Keturah, are you okay?" "No."She replied sobbing. "When's the last time that you....you know, went?" I inquired, "About an hour before the party started", she cried. Suddenly she let out a shrill squeak, placed both her hands over her mouth and lept backwards, away from me. "Is everything okay", I asked? Knowing full well that it was not. She didn't say a single word, instead looking down with shame at the marble tile floor that lay between us,the area on which she had stood only a second ago, her hands now firmly clasped to crotch. Following her eyes I looked at the floor and saw a few small yet unmistakable drops of liquid. I slowly looked back at her, trembling, sobbing, her Kajol (Indian form of eyeliner) smudged, and squeezing the saree above her crotch. "I'm sorry....", she sobbed, in a voice barely above a whisper, "I just really can't hold it...", she gasped yet again and began to walk towards the other side of the room, in as composed a manner as she could. Looking at the ground behind her as she walked, I could see quite a few more drops of piss rolling off her calf and onto the floor. I knew that she wouldn't be able to hold it more than a minute, and so I asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help??" Her female instincts and decency being washed away by the waves of desperation and the prospect of far greater inevitable embarrassment, she replied between sobs and while rapidly pacing the ground in front of the door: "If you don't mind....do you think you could help me take off this annoying thing", gesturing at her saree. Before I proceed, let me just clarify one issue for the non-Indian readers. A saree is a piece of clothing comprising of only one piece of cloth. It's really difficult to put on and to take off. Most of the time another lady helps with these. Older woman (30+) who are married and who have to wear the saree on a regular basis are accustomed to both wearing and removing it but the school and college going girls who wear it only on certain occasions, are quite clueless about how to do either. I walked over towards her, took one end of her pink saree in my hands and began to slowly unravel it, asking her to turn around slowly as I removed it. Suddenly Keturah doubled over, both hands shooting to her crotch and a sharp hiss, so sudden, short-lived and violently strong that it sounded almost like a splat, cut through the air, followed almost instantly by a loud sob from Keturah. "Hurry up!!", Keturah moaned between sobs, " I really can't control it anymore!!", she whimpered. Not wanting to put her through any more embarrassment, I began pulling the saree cloth quicker, forcing Keturah to twirl around as it unraveled. As I reached the end of the saree, the part that is usually worn on the lower half of the body, I noticed that it was quite damp and at some points even saturated. Within a matter of seconds, I finished removing the saree, leaving Keturah standing in front of me in a blouse and a pair of more than damp purple panties. Her legs were tightly pressed together, not even a small gap remained, one hand jammed between her thighs and the other covering her crotch region from view, in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity she thought she had left. Suddenly Keturah doubled over yet again as another sharp hiss cut through the air. Her piss hit the floor with such force that it splattered, drops getting on my feet. "Turn Around!!", she cried as she reached for the garbage can next to her bed and pulled it towards her. But, try as I might, I just couldn't look away from the spectacle of this hot young girl in nothing but her underwear losing control by the second. All of a sudden Keturah let out a loud gasp as she keeled over. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and she put one hand over her mouth, stifling a sob. Knowing full well what was going to happen but not wanting to cause her more unnecessary embarrassment, I turned around. To my luck there was a mirror in the corner of the room, through which I continued to observe. Sure enough, the sharp hiss and splatter of a thick stream of piss hitting the floor hard filled my ears. The only difference was however, that this time, the stream showed now signs of subsiding. That confirmed my suspicions about Keturah's face. She had finally lost all control and there was no going back. Looking into the mirror, I observed the action in real-time. Tears streaming down her cheeks and piss flowing down her thighs, Keturah, having already pulled the small garbage can (about 4 inches by 5 inches in size) beneath her, in a single deft move, yanked down her saturated purple panties to her knees, giving me a clear view of her thick black pubic hair, and sat on the garbage can. Immediately the sound changed. As the garbage container filled, I heard a far too audible sigh of relief from Keturah. I turned around, unable to resist the temptation. The garbage can was hardly visible, dwarfed underneath her shapely yet still quite large black ass. Her thighs were kept as close together as possible, so as to prevent any leakage. Between her knees was suspended a dripping pair of underwear, and her calves seemed to branch out in opposite directions. The ground around her was looking as if it had just drizzled, droplets and small puddles of piss lay almost everywhere. After about a minute, Keturah finished, the stream intensity gradually dying down to a halt. An embarrassed whisper cut through the awkward silence "Could you pass a paper from over there...", she said, pointing to her bookshelf (by this point she knew full well that I was watching but didn't seem to really care anymore, perhaps knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. We were trapped in a room together after all). I walked over to the bookshelf which lay near the walk in closet, grabbed a loose sheet of paper and handed it to her, while trying to look the other way. Keturah took it, used it to wipe off her smudged Kajol (eyeliner) from her eyes, then turned it around, ran it between her legs once, and dropped it into the garbage can. She gingerly removed her panties, threw them into a corner near the door and stood up. She lunged for the saree lying on the bed and wrapped it around her lower body, tying it with a loose knot. She pushed the near-full garbage can to a small corner of her room, next to the main door, came back to the bed and lay down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I didn't ask her to help me clean the floor. At the same time, for fear of offending her, I was too afraid to clean the floor myself, so I pretended as if nothing had happened and crawled into bed next to her. The next morning, Priyanka opened the door and was openly and visibly taken aback by the smell. Keturah gave her a fierce and intimidating glare, just DARING her to make one snide comment about it. Priyanka said nothing and left just as I ran to the bathroom in the other bedroom and relieved myself. I never thought that I would be able to make it through the entire night without a single piss but surprisingly I did. Keturah and me are on good terms now. We still hang out from time to time (when she comes to Madurai), but we have not once said anything about that incident till date. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please give me any feedback and tell me whether or not you are enjoying these stories and if I should continue narrating my experiences. Also anyone with any sightings or experiences with Indian women desperation please post. It seems to me that even though there are so many incidents happening and being witnessed on a daily basis, very few people take the time to post them. Please do so as it would mean a lot to me and I'm sure many others too. Thank you
  4. It starts at the LAST 3:30 of the episode below. So Buster and Babs and the gang face off in an old west world against gang of coyote cowboys. I’m like 80% sure the coyotes have to piss because what else could it be? They are fed chilli, then so hot they drink lots of water and then they are danced around faster and faster so liquids going through them. The coyotes then run into restroom outhouse. So they have to pee right?.....if not then what?
  5. Yeah guys! I did it. Even though i said before that i still live with my parents, well they were SLEEPING when this happened. What happened actually? It was around 19:10, when i started drinking almost half of bottle of water(which has 0,5 l) and I was waiting for another drinking for almost 50 minutes. I drank all the water and I went to the kitchen to refill another 0,5 l bottle and around 20:10 I drank another half of it. After 15 minutes I started to feel something in my bladder, on a scale of 3/10. I decided to change my pants with another pair of trackpants. Since there is a Live Omorashi, i decided to share my desperation with anyone lived on that topic. Then i had another idea: "playing" a little game of holding. This time the scale increased to 8 or 9/10. While holding for 30 minutes(it was 21:15 i guess), i asked for permission(because that was my point of the game:holding and receiving permission for pee). And to my surprise someone said "not yet". It looked liked i was unlucky, i stayed sitting on my chair fidgeting and squirming like crazy and breathing deeply. I tried to hold my crotch with my both hands for 10 minutes. After that, i asked one more time for permission and again the answer was still "no" and that means "you don't go anywhere" please remain seated. I got up and i walked around the room and started to cross my legs and lay on my bed till i sit down on the floor breathing very deeply and squirming like my bladder was going to explode. For the remaining time, I stayed fidgeting in my chair until i can get permission but i was unlucky again. Their answers were still: no, not yet, why we should let you go pee etc. So i gave up asking and i considered myself losing the game. I stayed for another 5 minutes until the clock shows: 22:20. So i went to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with my pants still on so i just let it go. It was a very good relief. I could feel that my pee was so warm and also vapors were coming out. Yes, i said vapors. Then i suddenly stopped peeing and get up into the tub and this time my pee was going down my legs. It felt soooooooooo good. After finishig, i decided to take a shower and wash my pants and also my underwear with soapy water. Oh i forgot that i felt i still have urine left inside my bladder after i took shower. As i said in my earlier topics, I like to be denied to use the toilet only if I'm in a good place. Here are the pictures after the ''accident'':
  6. once there was a video, where a guy desperately tries to hold-in his pee at his desk (I think next to his computer), he placed tissues in the inside of his jeans (or wrapped it around his genital or was holding it at the tip of it) while pee soaks into it. the viewer could see his genital I think, but I'm not sure, if he was hard or not ...or if text was visible during this video. I also don't know the length of the video in general, but I think it was recorded in different angles, but I'm not completely sure about it either. I think this video could be shorter than 10 minutes and it was a more common page, where videos can be found. it looks like made by a guy who isn't a (porn)-star. this guy's first-language could be maybe german or english, I'm not sure which language was spoken (or if something was spoken within the video at all), but maybe the language was english and the guy's skin looks like he could be from europe. I think he didn't cum in his video and I'm not sure about his pee-fluid's colour. I only remember the scene of him being at the desk, he seems to be alone in his room, I'm not sure, if he's holding the camera by himself or someone else is recording him, but it seems like made on purpose. it's not a diaper-video and I'm not sure, but I think that he was wearing underwear. his jeans could be dark-blue, I'm not sure, if he was wearing a shirt. maybe there were also other scenes included, but I think that it was no video-preview only, it was the whole video instead. this guy's age could maybe be younger than 30 years old, at leat when looking at his skin and it looks young too. I think next to moaning, I can remember whispering like "I can't hold it" or "I can't stop it" or something like that. this guy was sitting on a chair next to the mentioned desk. sadly I don't find this video again, but it was great. I think the face wasn't revealed, it was recorded like how the person would see it. I think that the audio was something like listening to this guy's desperate moaning. do someone of you know if this video still exist online or which user uploaded it? I hope that these information lets someone know which video I was looking for and maybe knows it and knows closer details about it? thanks so far for helping and it don't need to be the exact file as attachment or the link to the guy's online-channel, maybe just tags or the page's name where to find it (even without a link, just the name).
  7. "When the time was up, someone has come in front of me. It was the stewardess (female steward) and asked me: her: Sir, why did you get up? Please, come back to your seat. me: Miss, I have to pee really bad. I promise i will come back really quick and stay in my seat with the seatbelts on. Can i go?" her: No sir. you have to stay on your seat till the turbulence is gone and the seatbelts sign is off! me: I have to use the bathroom first! her: NO! Sit down! After this, I was feeling like that i was still at school and the stewardess is like a teacher. I had no choice so i sat down like I was told. But i also noticed that the stewardess was sitting next to me: me: What are you doing? her: I want to make sure if you want to get up so I will keep an eye on you! I can't believe what i've just heard. I was suffering in my seat but in same time i felt aroused by being denied to go pee. But it was too risky for me to wet myself in public, even near the stewardess. I was really bursting, i couldn't take this torture anymore. I was leaning forwards and squeezing my penis very tightly to avoid the wetness. I put my hands in my thighs and stayed upright with my back against the chair. Then i rubbed my legs and tapped them but it wasn't very good. My urge had icreased much more after 10 minutes. I stayed with my legs unspreaded and holding my crotch with my hands and then i noticed the stewardess looking at me for one second and quickly she turned around. For the next 30 minutes, i repositioned my body so many times, i put my right leg over the left one and i keep repositioning my body as long as i feel uncomfortable. That was like a torture mixed with pleasure since i like being desperate and being denied to relieve myself but i don't like the wetting part when I'm in public. I do it if i'm alone. I can feel the turbulence so it makes pee more because it puts more pressure in my bladder. I trembled my right leg like crazy i couldn't hold it any longer. I tried one more time to ask her: her: I told you to sit down! me: Please i really really have to pee. I can't hold it anymore. I will pee my pants. her: The seatbelts sign is still on so you're still not going anywhere. me: But is really an emergency! her: Go back to your seat! OK! I still had no choice but just suffering here and wait for the plane to land at destination cause the sign won't turn off till plane lands. I moaned everytime when i trembled my legs like crazy and keep holding my crotch and I keep doing the next things in a order for 30 m until something happened(stay tune):1.rubbing my legs 2.tapping them 3.squeezing my penis 4.putting my hands in my crotch 5.repositioning my body until i saw her(stewardess) giggling and i ask her why is she laughing: her: you're so funny and cute when you have to pee. me: what?(confused) her: looks like someone is gonna pee themselves. her: are you ticklish? me: no, i'm not! her: I bet you are. END OF PART 2. NEXT PART COMING SOON
  8. NOTE! The following story is NOT real! After three weeks of boredom, I decided to fly with the plane to New York. Because is one of the biggest cities in the world and also I would like to travel. I put in my backpack some snacks and soda cans and my clothes in the suitcase and before to leave, I checked first to see if I forgot something. I'm also very obsessed with the checking thing. I left the house and headed to the airport. I was waiting for the people in front of me to get in the plane till I can get in too. There are a lot of people here in this plane, looks like evrybody wants to travel. I took my seat, it was a bit warm inside, so I was very thirsty afterwards. I opened a soda can and started to drink it. I was also hungry and i opened a bag of chips, they were so salty, so it makes me more thirsty. So I opened another soda can till i felt better. But I realized i forgot to pee before I can fly. But it wasn't that bad since I didn't feel anything and also there is a toilet like in any other places but you can get up only if the fasten seatbelts isn't on and if there's no turbulence. I guess the chances are very rare, so I wasn't very worried at all. And also i realized the toilet is just 15 feet away from me. After a half an hour I finished eating and drinking and I stay relaxed in my seat. I wanted to do a game: if the urge to pee will increase and I can't hold it anymore I will wait for another 15 minutes until is time for a pee break. So I stayed in my seat without thinking about my urge. I looked through the window to ged rid of boredom. I started to feel a little pain in my bladder. But I didn't want to get up cause i kept going with my game. I also like to hold it or being very desperate until I feel I can't contol it and I will head to the bathroom as long as possible. For another 40 minutes I felt like that in my bladder is a half of urine. From now on I began to fidget in my seat and put my hands in my crotch and squeezing my penis. 15 minutes later, my bladder is already filled up but I kept going with my game: I will stay here for another 15 minutes until i can go to the loo. So i hold my crotch for the rest of the time and also I started to tap my feet on the floor and tap my hands on my thighs. But guess what happened next, I heard a sound. Looks like the seatbelts sign was on. I started to worry in that moment and also because my game ''forbids'' me to go pee cause there were just 5 minutes left. So i stood up till it comes the time. I checked the plane to see if someone's coming but...... When the time was up, someone has come in front of me. It was the stewardess (female steward) and asked me: her: Sir, why did you get up? Please, come back to your seat. me: Miss, I have to pee really bad. I promise i will come back really quick and stay in my seat with the seatbelts on. Can i go? WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HER ANSWER? THE SECOND PART IS COMING SOON!!!
  9. I’m making a separate request thread than the one I made a month ago because I only got ones willing to write female for me. I want a MALE story. If you do it for me (based on an outline I provide) I will write whatever you want. Cartoon character, male, female, but must be appropriate so no extreme nudity, no sex, and nothing with minors. Ok? Comment here or PM me for details.
  10. “See ya”. As I carry my guitar out of the school’s recording studio, saying bye to my bandmates, I can’t help but give a sigh of relief. I’d needed to pee quite badly before we went in there 3 hours ago, but because of our tight schedule, I didn’t have time to seek the relief I so desperately craved. We’ve been working hard to record a new song, and throughout the session I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller. All I could do was sit and wait, and hope that we would be finishing soon. By the time we were ready to pack up, I was crossing my legs and squeezing my cock when I thought nobody was looking. God, I have to pee so bad. Looking at my watch, I walk across the school yard. It’s 6.30pm. I haven’t emptied my bladder since around 8.00am… 10 and a half hours ago. Damn, no wonder I have to go so desperately. It’s been a hot school day, and I’ve drunk both the 500ml bottles of water I brought with me. I’ve been bursting to pee at school before, but not like this. My school uniform is uncomfortable, my dark blue polo shirt clinging to my shoulders and my black trousers stretched tightly across my bladder, which by now is rock hard. Quickening my pace, I grit my teeth and open the door that leads into the main school building. The boy’s toilets are three paces away, two paces, one pace. I push on the door. It doesn’t budge. I try again, pushing harder, but the door stays firmly shut. It’s locked. ‘Shit’ I mutter, grabbing my dick. Relief had seemed so close, and my urgent need has risen to an almost unbearable level. I look up and down the corridor, but nobody’s around. All I can do is hope that the toilets near the gymnasium are still open. I bend over and cross my legs, zipping up my fly which I had ripped open in urgent anticipation. Almost jogging now, I head across to the sports building, and notice lights on in the dance studio. Glancing through the window, I see my form (homeroom) tutor inside. I have to admit it, Miss Daniels is gorgeous. She’s in her late 20s, but looks much younger, with blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She’s short, smaller than me, and being a dance teacher has a wonderful figure. She’s wearing a tight pink t-shirt and black tracksuit pants with a pink stripe down the side. I briefly wonder what she’s doing here so late, but I suppose she’s just finished teaching after school dance classes or something. I bite my lip and clench my muscles tightly as I hurry past. I’m incredibly desperate to pee, and relief is just seconds away. Shaking with agony, I burst through the doors into the sports building, throw my guitar case down, and tear open my fly. I don’t care who sees me, all I want to do is pee, there and then. I smash into the toilet door, and gasp in alarm. Not only is the door locked, there’s a piece of paper taped just above the handle, with the words ‘Out of order until further notice’ handwritten on. ‘Ohh fuck’ I moan softly, gripping my dick tightly through my boxers. I hold myself for a few seconds more, bent over slightly at the waist. I swear under my breath in frustration as I eventually force myself to let go, and zip up my fly. Of course, the last thing I want to do is zip my cock back into my trousers, all I want to do is get to a toilet and relieve my aching bladder. The thought of the stream of pee that would erupt from my straining cock puts me into new throes of desperation and urgency. My bladder is screaming for relief. I lean back against the locked toilet door, crossing my legs as tightly as I can, moaning with frustration. I try to think rationally about my predicament. I’m in desperate need to urinate, yet all the bathrooms in the school are currently locked, or out of use. There’s no way I can walk all the way home without losing control, especially as I have my guitar to carry. I can’t just pee outside, as there are cctv cameras all over the place, and besides, there’s not really anywhere discreet enough. Suddenly, I remember Miss Daniels, in the dance studio down the corridor. I know that teachers aren’t supposed to unlock bathrooms for students, but they all had keys in case of emergencies. I’m just gonna have to ask her, and hope that she takes pity on me once she realised just how badly I have to go. I wrench myself away from the toilet door, and hurry down the corridor, stopping outside the dance studio. My face is already flushing with embarrassment at the thought of what I’m about to do. I’m incredibly shy about letting people know that I have to pee, especially my teachers. I see Miss Daniels every day, which just makes it more embarrassing. As I stand, hesitating, outside the dance studio doors, another wave of desperation washed over my entire body, much more powerful than before. I gasp and bite my lip, bending almost double, squeezing my dick hard with both hands. ‘Shit’ I mutter under my breath. I’d almost lost it. I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer. I force myself to stand up as straight as I can, gritting my teeth as my bladder protests. I give myself one last quick squeeze, before turning the handle and opening the door to the dance studio, stepping through, and letting it close behind me with a click. Miss Daniels is standing at the whiteboard on the far wall, writing notes for the next day’s classes. As the door closes behind me, she turns around, a look of surprise on her face. ‘Oh hi there, what are you doing here so late?’ she asks, resting one hand on the wall behind her, crossing her legs casually. ‘Um… hi Miss…’ I begin, blushing as I walk across the studio towards her. I stop a few paces away from her, clasping my hands tightly in front of my crotch. I long to hold myself again. ‘I’ve just been in the recording studio, and, um, well… the boy’s toilets in the main school are locked, and the ones down the corridor are out of order, and er… I really need to go.’ I laugh sheepishly and bite my lip. ‘Do you have like, a key or something? I’m really sorry to bother you’. I’m stumbling over my words, but I can’t help it. I’m dying to squirm around, or hold myself, but there’s no way I can behave like that in front of her. She smiles at me as I bend over ever so slightly, crossing my legs. ‘Actually I do have keys, but only for the girls’ toilets, not the boys’ she says sympathetically. ‘I’m really sorry.’ she adds, noticing the look of disappointment on my face. ‘I suppose you could…’ she trails off. ‘Use the girls’ toilets?’ I ask quickly, my voice tense. She nods. ‘I don’t see why not, there’s nobody around.’ ‘Yeah, thanks Miss.’ I stammer breathlessly, flashing a pained smile. She walks over to where the keys are hanging up on the wall, and picks them up. ‘I’m actually bursting for the loo as well, so I know how you feel’ she says casually, and I feel my dick stiffen. She jiggles up and down slightly as she finds the right key, smiling at me coyly. ‘Oh… right’ I stammer, my voice catching in my throat. I can’t believe my luck. I follow her as she starts walking towards the door, gripping my dick tightly while she has her back to me. She reaches the door, turns the handle, and pulls. The door stays shut. I stand slightly behind her, stepping quickly from foot to foot, hands on my hips impatiently. I don’t know how much longer I could wait, I’m bursting, my rock hard bladder squeezed tightly against the waistband of my school trousers. Miss Daniels pulls on the handle again, but the door still stays firmly shut. I hear her say ‘Oh’ quietly under her breath, and she crosses her legs tightly. She glances over her shoulder at me and I notice that she’s biting her lip. ‘It won’t open’ she says quietly. Oh God, another delay. ‘You have a go, you’re probably stronger than me’ she says, her voice tense. She steps aside, arms folded, and I walk up to the door, pulling and pushing with all my strength. ‘It’s stuck’ I mutter, glancing at Miss Daniels. ‘Oh God…’ she laughs nervously. Her legs are tightly crossed, and as our eyes met, she bobs up and down on the spot. The urgency in her eyes is clear to see. I turn my attention back to the door, realising that I can see the girls’ toilets through the narrow window. The bathroom door is just across the corridor, only yards away. Relief is tantalisingly close, and I groan in frustration, tugging violently on the handle. It stays firmly shut. I bite my lip, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, before stamping my foot on the floor in frustration. It wasn’t fair, I just want to pee. ‘Well… looks like we’re locked in’ Miss Daniels says quietly… biting her lip. ‘Yeah, looks like it.’ I say softly, letting go of the door handle and crossing my legs tightly. I bounce up and down on the spot, hands resting on the front of my crotch. ‘Aw, you look really desperate’ Miss Daniels says sympathetically, watching me fidget about. ‘Yeah I am...‘ I say shyly ‘… I haven’t had chance to go since this morning.’ Her eyes widen. ‘God, you must be bursting. I’ve been dying to go for a wee all afternoon but I’ve been so busy with organising coursework and dance rehearsals, then teaching extra classes after school, I just didn’t have time. I was just about to rush off to the loo before you came in…’ she trails off, stepping forward and giving one last frustrated pull on the door. She moans in frustration. ‘I think the lock’s jammed closed, what great timing’ she says, looking flustered. ‘This isn’t the first time it’s happened either. I’ll call the office, they’ll send someone with a master key to come and unlock it, that’s what they did last time.’ She looks at her watch, looking worried. ‘I just hope there’s still someone there, they might have gone home by now’. Miss Daniels walks over the phone on the wall, picking it up and dialling in the office number. She crosses her legs tightly as she waits for someone to answer. I pace around awkwardly, squeezing my cock tightly, watching Miss Daniels in case she turns around and notices me. ‘Fuck I have to pee’ I think to myself as I bend over for a second, biting my lip. After a few seconds, she begins to speak into the phone, sounding a little annoyed. ‘Hi, it’s Emma in the dance studio, could you call me back as soon as you get this please, it’s a bit urgent. Thanks’. She puts the phone down and gives a little frustration sigh, bouncing up and down with her legs still crossed. She turns around and I quickly let go of my cock, crossing my legs as I lean back against the wall. ‘There’s nobody there, there’s an answerphone message saying they’re in a meeting which was supposed to end at half six. They should have finished by now’ she says quietly, looking at her watch again. I sigh in annoyance. ‘Ok, so we’ll just have to wait for them to call back?’ Miss Daniels nods. ‘Yeah, sorry. I feel really bad, you’re bursting for the loo and now you’re stuck in here’ she says sympathetically, noticing my frustration at being told I’ll have to wait even longer. ‘It’s OK Miss, it’s not your fault’ I say quietly, shifting my weight from foot to foot, hands resting on the front of my crotch. She smiles. ‘I just hope they hurry up, I REALLY need a wee as well’ she says, looking embarrassed. She bounces on the spot again before walking back over to the whiteboard to finish off her class notes. ‘Sit down if you like’ she says, gesturing over to a couple of chairs in the corner. I grit my teeth as I sit down, the waistband of my school trousers squeezing my bladder. I’m sat right on the edge of the seat, bouncing my knees like crazy, biting my lip as I wait anxiously for the phone to ring. I watch Miss Daniels writing on the board, and I notice her shifting her weight from foot to foot, biting her lip. She looks tense, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I glance down and see a 2 litre bottle of water on the floor just beneath the whiteboard, and it’s nearly empty. She mentioned earlier that she’s been bursting all afternoon, so she probably hasn’t had chance to pee since lunchtime, maybe even morning breaktime at 11am since she was probably too busy organising coursework to find time to use the toilets at lunch. With all that water she’s been drinking, she’s probably way more desperate than she’s letting on. After a few minutes she finishes writing the notes, then checks her watch again. She looks at the phone and bites her lip. ‘Ohh why haven’t they called back yet?’ she mutters, walking over to the phone and redialling the office number, crossing her legs tightly. She hangs up after a few seconds. ‘They’re still in the meeting, ohh they should’ve finished ages ago’ she says, looking worried. I watch her uncross her legs, bounce on the spot and quickly cross them the other way, biting her lip. She looks absolutely frantic for a pee, but she obviously doesn’t want to make a show of it in front of a student. I’m also trying not to show how desperate for a pee I am, and I long to thrust my hands between my legs and squeeze my cock to distract myself from the throbbing pressure in my bladder. Instead, I have to make do with gripping my thighs tightly, crossing my ankles underneath the chair and bouncing my legs up and down. Miss Daniels moans softly under her breath, leaning back against the wall next to the phone, folding her arms across her chest. She crosses her legs again, resting one foot against the wall behind her. There’s an awkward silence for a few seconds, my chair squeaking as I fidget around. She breaks the silence by asking me about how things are going in the recording studio, and we chat for a few minutes about school, exams, anything we can think of to keep our minds off our urgent need to relieve ourselves. I’m explaining to her how far we’ve got recording one of our songs, but she’s not really listening, her expression slightly distant. I’m also having trouble concentrating on the conversation. My desperate need to pee is way too distracting, and watching my gorgeous teacher fidget and squirm, trying not to let on that she was about to wet herself, is taking up most of my attention. As soon as I finish speaking, she nods and flashes me a pained smile. ‘Sounds good. One sec, I’ve just remembered I need to look for something’ she says quickly, her voice tense, blushing as she hurries over to a small room in the corner of the studio where all the controls for the sound system are kept. Although the room is hidden from view from where I’m sitting, Miss Daniels seems to forget that the dance studio has huge mirrors down two of the walls. I wait for her to go out of my sight, then I stand up from my seat, biting my lip and bending forwards, hands wrapped around my cock. ‘Ohh, I have to pee so fucking bad’ I mutter, straightening up and walking slowly over to the door, looking out at the door to the girl’s toilets longingly. I turn around, and I realise that from where I’m standing, I can see the room Miss Daniels is in, reflected in one of the mirrors. My cock throbs in arousal at what I see. She’s bent over, both hands pushing hard between her legs, pushed deep into the crotch of her tracksuit pants. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her lip, bouncing up and down on the spot. I knew it, she must be absolutely dying for a pee, and I wonder if she’s actually started to wet herself. As I watch her, she stands up straighter, and begins pacing the room, biting her nails on one hand, the other still pushed firmly between her legs. Every so often, she’ll stop to cross her legs, bending over and squeezing herself as hard as she can. I watch her as I squeeze my cock tightly, my heart pounding. I unzip the top of my school trousers to relieve some of the pressure on my rock hard bladder. I reach down and grip my cock through my boxers, frantically dancing from foot to foot. Although I’m incredibly turned on by watching Miss Daniels’ obvious desperation, I’m absolutely dying for a pee, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on for. Just then, the phone rings, and she quickly straightens up and walks out of the room like nothing’s happened. I turn away, pretending to be trying to open the door, so she doesn’t notice I’ve been watching her. I quickly zip my fly up before she notices, biting my lip as my school trousers push against my aching bladder. ‘Hi, it’s Emma’ she says breathlessly as she picks up the phone. ‘Yeah, I’m in the dance studio but the lock on the door’s stuck, so I’m locked in.’ She dances from foot to foot as she listens for a few seconds. ‘Really? Ohh God you should have told me, I’ve been waiting forever for you to call back, and I’m bursting for the loo! No problem, ok, yeah I’ll find them, bye.’ She puts the phone down quickly and sighs loudly, walking quickly over to where she left her keys. ‘Are they sending someone over?’ I ask frantically. Miss Daniels shakes her head, picking up her keys. ‘Apparently after last time they gave me a copy of the master key just in case the lock ever got stuck again.’ She crosses her legs and bends forwards slightly as she looks through the numerous keys on her keyring. Her expression is tense, her face flushed with embarrassment, her movements frantic and fidgety. ‘I just wish they’d told me, then we wouldn’t have been stuck here bursting for a wee.’ She hurries over to where I’m standing by the door, still looking for the right key. She stamps her foot and bounces on the spot in frustration. ‘Ohh sorry I can’t even find it’ she moans softly, crossing her legs tightly. She tries a couple of keys in the lock, but neither of them fit. I stand behind her, wishing she’d hurry up and open the door. Just then, I lose control for a second, and gasp quietly as a hot spurt of pee soaks the front of my boxers. I quickly grip my cock and bend forwards, desperately trying not to lose control completely. The last thing I want to do is soak my trousers in front of my form tutor. I’m so close to wetting myself, but so close to getting to a toilet at long last. Finally, Miss Daniels finds the right key, and she unlocks the door, bouncing from foot to foot frantically, moaning softly under her breath. She opens the door and we hurry out into the quiet corridor. ‘I’ll let you go first’ she says quietly as she steps towards the door to the girls toilets. ‘Thanks Miss’ I say gratefully. She must be so desperate to get into the toilet and pee, but she obviously doesn’t want to let on how badly she needs to go in front of a student. I can’t help but see that her usually slim waistline is more rounded, her bladder noticeably swollen. It must be so hard for her, standing just outside the toilets, absolutely frantic to pee and longing to bend over and hold herself tightly, but knowing that she can’t do either while I’m standing just behind her. I bend forwards, frantically squeezing my cock while Miss Daniels spends a few precious seconds finding the key to get into the toilets. I start to blush as another warm jet of pee leaks out into my boxers. I moan softly, grabbing my cock with both hands, stamping my foot in frustration. I’m seconds away from wetting myself right there in front of my gorgeous teacher. At last, she finds the key and unlocks the toilet for me. ‘Don’t be too long, I really need to go’ she says shyly, looking up at me as I hurry past her, biting her lip. ‘Ok Miss, I’ll be quick’ I say quietly, pushing open the door to the toilets and rushing inside. As the door closes behind me, I feel another jet of pee soak into my boxers. I gasp and sprint into the nearest cubicle, tearing open my fly and pulling out my leaking cock even before I’m standing in front of a toilet. The second I reach the toilet, I let loose a gushing stream of pee into the bowl, moaning with the relief of finally getting to empty my rock hard bladder. I’m wetting and wetting, steadying myself with one hand on the wall, gasping with relief, relishing the feeling of letting go. After about 20 seconds, the door to the toilets suddenly slams open. Startled, I glance around, still wetting forcefully, and I see Miss Daniels hurrying inside. I was so desperate to relieve myself I hadn’t bothered to shut the cubicle door, and I blush harder as she glances at me, making eye contact for a second before she quickly looks away. ‘Oh god I’m so sorry, I really need a wee, I can’t wait’ she says, her voice strained. She bends over for a second and crosses her legs tightly, squeezing her crotch tightly with both hands, desperately holding on for just a few more seconds. ‘It’s ok’ I say, my face red with embarrassment, very aware of how loudly my pee is hitting the water. She moans softly, bouncing violently on the spot before straightening up and rushing into the far cubicle, banging the door shut behind her. Almost straight away, I hear her pee cascading into the bowl, and she utters a short moan of relief. Her stream is so loud and I can hear it over my own, she must have been right on the verge of wetting herself, unable to wait just a few more seconds for me to finish. Eventually, my stream dies down, and I finish my very reliving pee with a sigh of relief. I zip myself up and flush, heading over to the sink to wash my hands, Miss Daniels still peeing noisily. By the time she’s finally relieved herself, I’ve dried my hands and am just about to leave. I hear the toilet flush, and she opens the door slowly, looking at me shyly, blushing even harder than I am. ‘I’m really sorry about that, I’d been holding on for so long, I just couldn’t wait any longer’ she says quietly as she washes her hands. ‘Don’t worry Miss, I won’t tell anybody’ I reply, and she laughs. ‘You better not’ she says, grinning at me. I walk out with a quick goodbye, pick up my guitar and head home, still buzzing with the feeling of relief, and the excitement of seeing my sexy teacher almost lose control in front of me. My boxers are damp against my cock, reminding me just how close I came to soaking my trousers in front of her.
  11. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
  12. I'm not sure how convincing this looks since I tend not to move or make sounds often, but I really, really needed to go. I had been holding for a few hours after having drunk some arbitrarily large number of glasses of water (large glasses). My bladder was in so much pain that I was unable to avoid hunching over and was largely unable to move, except when it violently throbbed and felt huge waves of desperation, in which case I might've jolted here and there... By the time I started to leak, my bladder didn't lose control by way of a non-stop leak just yet, but rather forced out massive spurts one at a time. It was after this that I lost control... I hope you enjoy! I'm not so sure my bladder did after the fact...this was yesterday and it still feels slightly sore and tingly. hold-wet-030316.mp4
  13. So this occurred to me in second grade. This was on one of the occasions where in I had run out of diapers, and but fortunately, it was a free dress day. I had finished off my last diaper after arriving at school, and after changing out of it, hadnt used the bathroom since that diaper. Now flash forward to recess, which was about ten o'clock. I had finished the quesedilla and soda my mom had brought for me. By this point, the slight twinge I had in my bladder from earlier in the morning had grown a bit, but I was confident I could hold it in. I had also grown a need to poop. Putting that off, I went off to go play in the courtyard area designated for us, though we could go talk to the third graders as their area was right next to ours. Our teacher, Mrs. Shales, was monitoring us. By about halfway in, I was pretty desperate, crossing my legs together and trying to think dry. Normally, I'd be fine with just sitting back and letting go, but without the confines of a diaper, I was somewhat afraid my classmates would notice the puddle growing underneath me. A little while after, I got up, told the teacher I was going to the bathroom, and dashed in. Seeing the urinals were all in use, I went into the stall. But just as I stepped in front of the toilet, my 2nd grade bladder released, soaking the front of my pants. Thankfully, they were already dark in color, and frankly, I didn't care, I just felt relief. After my flow ended, I slid my pants down, pooped into the toilet, flushed, washed my hands, and left.
  14. Two stories in one topic

    There will be 2 stories in this topic, the first one is the aftermath of the previous one and the second one is about the fat guy's POV(but this one I will write in the replies) THE AFTERMATH ''The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public.'' So as I said before, I peed my pants at cinema because of a stupid fat guy who didn't let me go to the washroom. I put my trackpants in washing machine and then I took a very long shower. I washed my legs more because they smell so bad from the urine. It took me 35 minutes to wash and then I get out of the bath tub and put my pijamas on. Later i checked the washing machine to see if my trackpants were fine, so I could put them in the dryer next. I was so sleepy that I can't wait for my pants to dry, but i had to wait. OK, my trackpants are now dry, thank goodness I can go to sleep. While I was sleeping, i kept thinking about my incident at cinema but I wasn't very very worried not only because the pee stain will vanish, because there were just a few people watching the movie. I was like an idiot cause I could jump behind my seat if you ask me and then i could find my way to the restroom. But I didn't have this idea. Don't get me wrong I'm also into Omorashi but not in public. Next day. I woke up and I looked at my watch and I saw it was 9:10. I realized I had some courses with a 32 year old teacher at her house (oh, i forgot to say that I am 18). Her house is a bit far so I only have time to eat something, drink some coffee and get dressed. I put some blue T-shirt, the same trackpants and another shoes on cause i forgot to wash those snickers as well, yesterday. I left the house and I walked on foot cause I don't have any car. It takes almost 30 minutes to arrive at her house, the courses starts at 10:00. Now guess what, i realized I didn't pee in this morning AGAIN. ''Ohhhhh, why do i always forget to pee in the morning?'' Probably I drank that coffee too fast and my bladder already filled up. I was a bit scared cause this teacher, when she teaches at school, she doesn't let anyone to go pee. Well it doesn't happen always, but what if i'm the unlucky one. I arrived at her house and she greeted me nicely. She was wearing some black sportscoat,a black skirt,pantyhose and some black shoes. Even though she is a ''DENIAL RELIEF'' person(a person who doesn't let someone to pee), she is very kind, even to me. Then she gave me some exercices to solve, which were from history,geography,maths etc. First, I started to solve some maths problem but I couldn't concentrate cause I really had to pee afterwards. I didn't say anything in the first place so i continued to solve the problem while i started fidgeting,squirming and holding my crotch. The teacher saw me and asked if I was OK and I said ''yes, i'm fine''. I couldn't ask her because i was shy, too and i was scared that she wouldn't let me using her bathroom. I tried to concentrate on my exercices and forget about my pee break and i was just holding my crotch in silent so she couldn't hear me. The course takes 2 hours from 10 to 12 and my fidgeting and squirming took almost 1h 25 m. The next exercice was about waterfalls(at geography). ''OK, now this is torture, i can't take it anymore'', so i stayed there for like 5 minutes squirming again. 30 m left. When finally I decided to ask my teacher, probably she will let me go to the bathroom since is her house not the school, i wasn't sure about it. So I raised my hand and asked her: me: excuse me, miss! her: yes? me: can i ask you something? her: sure, what's the problem? me: can I use the bathroom? End of this part. The third part COMING SOON. Oh and the fat guy's POV will appear in the replies! So, what do you think is her answer: she will let me go and have a good relief or she will make me stay in my seat to pee my pants and the chair?
  15. AT TEACHER'S HOUSE When finally I decided to ask my teacher, probably she will let me go to the bathroom since is her house not the school, i wasn't sure about it. So I raised my hand and asked her: me: excuse me, miss! her: yes? me: can i ask you something? her: sure, what's the problem? me: can I use the bathroom? her: I'm sorry but you can't! me: please,miss! I can't hold it any longer! her: you don't go anywhere until you finish the exercise. Cause I need that exercise solved for today when I will go to my class. OK. It looks like I was wrong. She doesn't let anyone to pee even at her house, that means i'm so unlucky. So i stayed there in my seat for the last remaining minutes, desperate for a wee. I tried to hold my crotch as much as I can in order to avoid an accident, I was sweating a lot, I was almost tearing because I couldn't take this torture anymore. The teacher was waiting for me to finish the exercise. But how i was supposed to do something if i was ''tortured'' by my urge to pee. 15 minutes left. After that, I tried to squeeze my penis very tightly but it was worse than before. I asked her again to let me go before it's too late but again her answer was still no. Suddenly, i felt that i started to sit in a puddle, then I noticed I peed my trackpants again. I peed the same pants in two days in a row. I could feel my urine soaking my legs and also the temperature of the urine - it was very warm. I began to fear. The teacher came in the room and saw my accident. She saw i pissed myself and felt sorry about me: her: you really had to go, don't you? I'm very sorry. I didn't expect that this is gonna happen! me: it's ok (silently) her: just let me take to the bathroom and bring you some clothes, ok? me: OK, thaks. But can i take a shower first? her: sure, why not? She closed the door and let me to take a shower firstly, and then i can put the new clothes on me. I was rubbing my private parts and my legs in order to get rid of the bad smell. I stayed there for 25 minutes until I finished washing my body and the next step was to get dressed in the clothes that the teacher gave me before, and put my soaked trackpants in a bag. When i exit the bathroom, she called to have a little conversation before I can go home. She talked about herself and about her family and she said she has a husband and a 6 year old daughter. Then she said sorry again about my pee accident and told me to wait cause she had something for me. Probably because she made me peeing myself, she wanted to give me something just to apologize her. She had two slices of apple pie and an orange juice. To be honest, the gift was good and I liked what i received. I know she was still kind and sweet to me even though she made me staying in that chair ''suffering''. She took me to the exit and i headed to my house after she wished me : ''take care". As i said, i really liked the gift. It was so sweet for her to give me this, but isn't enough for me. I wanted to see her pissing herself too, so we can be even. Don't worry it isn't over yet! TO BE CONTINUED!!! Did you like my stories from now?
  16. The following story isn't REAL but I am still including myself in the story! So let's begin! I was wearing some black Adidas track pants, a white T-shirt with some draws on it and a black Adidas track jacket because it was a bit cold outside, oh and snickers.I was going to watch a movie at cinema, first time I was very thirsty so I ordered a large soda with some popcorn and then I realized I haven't peed for a while and for some reasons I wasn't worried at all. Probably because I didn't feel anything. I entered the auditorium(the room where you watch the movie) and I was enjoying the movie. I was eating my buttered popcorn, I love this popcorn's flavour(I like this flavour in reality too) and drinking my soda. In the first five minutes I drank 10 ml of soda and suddenly I remember I haven't pee since in the morning so I started to worry but I was trying to concentrate on the movie. In 30 minutes I finished my popcorn and my soda and another minutes(10) later i felt a little ''pain'' in my bladder. 3 hours left until the end of the movie. Again, i was concentrating on watching the movie without thinking about the urge to pee. But that was not the case, since there were some cutscenes from the film which included water,rivers,waterfalls and so on. 20-30 minutes later, my bladder started to fill up. But I decided to stay there and don't lose any interesting scenes. 2h 30m left. From now I began to squirm,fidget and tapping & rubbing my legs with my hands. The movie was so cool so I didn't want to go until the movie was over. For 35 minutes I started to think about different stuff, this is what I do when I am about to burst. I was feeling like I was at school when the teacher didn't let me to use the toilet. OK so 2h 30m-35m=1h 55m. 1h 55m left. 15 minutes later, I decided to take my pee break, but it looked like i was the unluckiest person in the world. When I was about to get out of the auditorium, I saw a very long line all the way to the restroom, so i came back to my seat, probably i lost something interesting from the film. 10 min. later I said in my mind: "God, why are you doing this to me, I should've gone when I had the chance, why this movie doesn't have commercials, you know like in TV''. Because I was a bit stressed about this afterwards, i got hot so I unzip my track jacket and then I took it off. For another 30 minutes, same thing. 1 hour left. I wanted to try to go to the restroom but..... another problem has came up. A big fat guy was sitting in my left and then i said in my mind again:''where the hell did he come from'' and how did he sit here so fast and silent'' cause I didn't hear him. He was sitting on the first chair of the row, and i was sitting on the third one. I saw him he was about to take a nap during the film. But why did I call this situation a problem? Well because he's fat, he streched his feet to the next chair in front, like a train barrier or level crossing. I forgot to mention that his feet were also big so I couldn't jump over his legs. There was another option I can go to the opposite way but the way was at the end like a dead end street, so I was unable to go there. So there was only one option left: ask him. So I started by first to get up: me:excuse me, dude! Can you put your feet down so I can pass? him:(waking up)why? me:because I have to pee so bad since the beginning of the movie. him:sorry dude i'm too lazy, go in the other way me:there is a ''dead end street''. don't you see it? him:then you should've gone before. So my answer is NO me:but I really have to go him:I don't care(he came back to sleep) When I heard him saying this, I was shocked. So i came back to my seat again. This situation took around 20 minutes so 40 minutes left. So for the rest of the minutes I did the same thing but in a order:1.fidgeting and squirming; 2.tapping my feet; 3.tapping the hand on my legs; 4.holding my crotch; 5.rubbing my thighs with my hands and again from the beginning. I kept doing things for like a half an hour but no chance. So i started to wet myself and I could feel my pee going down my legs until it reaches my feet and my sneakers also. I was shocked again but then I realized that my pants are black. Initially, the soaked spot can be seen for a while(i guess) but after 6 min, it becomes invisible a little bit, so i wasn't worried afterwards. I noticed that the fat guy wasn't here anymore, probably he left before the end of the movie. The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public. THE END OF THE STORY. I wonder if this is gonna happen tome in the future, like the coincidence between the two ships Titan and Titanic(here's a link:http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/04/14/author-predicts-titanic-sinking-14-years-earlier/). IT WOULD BE GREAT!!!!! I hope you enjoyed my ''weird story''. Probably you've never seen stories like this before!
  17. video requests?

    So, I've been considering making a video to post here for quite a while. After all, having watched so many of yours, why not give back a little? haha But I don't really know what it should be, so I am asking you. What do you want to see? Feel free to get creative! I'm open to using locks, tools, etc. (or even having someone direct it)
  18. This story is loosely based on a true experience I had when I was 18. It was a normal school day, except that on this particular day we were required to dress smartly for a church service we had to attend in the morning. Also, this was the day when I had a 2 hour lesson of ICT (computer class) in the afternoon. I was wearing a suit jacket, shirt and tie, and dark trousers which were pretty close fitting. The morning was uneventful and pretty boring. I remember feeling thirsty after the service and buying a litre bottle of fruit drink from a shop in town. After the end of lunch break, around 1.30pm, I was waiting outside the ICT classroom when I felt an urge to piss. I’d drunk most of the fruit drink I bought at lunch and about half of my 500ml water bottle, and hadn’t relieved myself since waking up at 7.30 that morning. ‘Ah shit’ I thought, realising that I wouldn’t get chance to go until at least 2.30pm, and that’s if I was lucky! I sat down in the classroom next to a girl named Laura. She was blonde and very cute, with curves in all the right places. She always seemed to be in a good mood, and was the sort of person you could talk for hours with and never get bored or run out of things to say. We were pretty good friends, and she was looking good in a tight fitting white shirt, short black skirt and black tights with black flat shoes. As we chatted while waiting for the teacher, I became increasingly aware of my bladder filling up, and I really wished I hadn’t drunk so much liquid earlier in the day. It was gonna be a long lesson that’s for sure. We were on the computers for the first hour of the lesson. I was sat with Laura in the corner, helping her with a spreadsheet. Half way into the lesson and I was jiggling my knees around every few seconds, with my ankles crossed underneath my chair. I really had to piss, and my need was steadily increasing with every passing minute. I was finding it difficult to concentrate fully on my work, and I kept glancing at the clock. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. 15 minutes left of the first hour and I was jiggling my legs like crazy. All the liquid I’d consumed throughout the day (the computer room was quite warm, so by now I’d finished my litre bottle of juice and most of my 500ml bottle of water, hoping that it wasn’t going to go straight to my bladder) was slowly but surely filling my bladder up, and I could feel the pressure against the waistband of my trousers. I was biting my lip and trying not to stare at the clock, as every time I looked hardly any time had passed. I also noticed Laura had gone unusually quiet. I sneaked a glance at her and noticed that her legs were tightly crossed right over left, and occasionally she’d jiggle her right leg up and down ever so slightly. Just as I was wondering whether she had to go too, she suddenly uncrossed her legs, glanced around at the clock, then at our teacher, then sighed and recrossed her legs the other way while looking back at her screen. ‘God I hope Mrs Davies lets us out for a few minutes soon, I’m bursting for a wee’ she said quietly. I immediately felt myself getting turned on, and I blushed as I admitted to her ‘Yeah, me too, I’ve been dying to go since lunch’. She glanced down at my jiggling legs and grinned at me. ‘Yeah I can see that’ she said, ‘when did you last go?’ I blushed again, not quite believing I was chatting to her about something I’m usually so shy about. ‘Um… when I woke up. How about you?’ I asked quietly. She giggled and said ‘Same here, I haven’t had chance to go, because of the church thing and stuff’. I felt my erection growing in my pants, and I discreetly rested an arm over my lap to hide it. ‘So, what if she doesn’t let us go?’ I asked carefully, not wanting to sound too interested. Laura smiled at me again ‘Shut up’ she said jokingly, ‘I don’t even want to think about it. She’s bound to let us out, she usually does anyway’. ‘Yeah, I hope so’ I agreed. Finally, it was 2.30pm. Usually, this would mean a quick break, which would give me (and Laura) a chance to piss. The bell rang, and we glanced at our teacher expectantly. ‘Ok guys, log off the computers please’ she said to the class. We stood up and walked to the centre of the room where the desks were (the computers were situated around the edge of the room and our desks were in the middle). As I stood behind my desk, I noticed Laura crossing her legs tightly, leaning forward onto her chair. She was staring intently at our teacher, and I caught her biting her lip for a second. Damn, she was really bursting. Now I was stood up I couldn’t jiggle my knees about, so instead I leaned into my chair, resting it over my dick and shifted my weight from one foot to the other as discreetly as I could. My bladder was sending urgent signals that it needed to be emptied, and soon. The knowledge that I was gonna be able to piss in a couple of minutes wasn’t helping in the slightest. ‘Ok guys, I told you last week that you’d have a test today on Units 1 and 2..’ she was interrupted by the moans and groans of the class. ‘… so I hope you’ve all revised. The test will last one hour, can someone hand out the papers please?’ Shit, how could I have forgot? I glanced across at Laura, who still had her legs tightly crossed and was staring at Mrs Davies in dismay. She caught my eye and grimaced, and I just shook my head and bit my lip. ‘Can everyone take seats around the room please, don’t sit too close to each other, I don’t want any cheating’ our teacher called out. I moved towards the back of the room, and Laura followed. ‘Oh my god…’ she laughed quietly as she came towards me. ‘I know’ I replied ‘I really need a piss’. ‘Me toooo’ she moaned, bobbing up and down slightly on the spot. She glanced at the clock, then at Mrs Davies. ‘Back in a sec’ she said, and hurried towards the teacher. I took a seat at the back of the classroom, squeezing my dick tightly for a moment, as luckily there was nobody sat nearby. I saw Laura speaking quietly with Mrs Davies, and although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I saw Mrs Davies shake her head sympathetically. Laura turned around and walked back towards me, and I saw that she was blushing, which I’d never seen her do before. She sat down a couple of seats away from me, immediately crossing her legs, and whispered ‘She said I’d just have to wait until half three’. She looked upset, and although I was feeling a fierce need to urinate myself, I began to feel sorry for her. ‘Shit’ I whispered back, jiggling my knees violently. Laura smiled at me, although I could see the urgency in her eyes. ‘Did you study for the test?’ she asked. I shook my head ‘No, did you?’ She laughed and shook her head, then moaned ever so softly, fidgeting her crossed legs up and down. ‘Ohhh God I’m bursting’ she whispered to herself, biting her lip and looking up at the ceiling. I was so turned on, both by my own desperation and Laura’s, that all I couldn’t even reply. The test papers were handed out, and as I glanced through it I realised I knew most of the answers. The only problem I had was concentrating, as I was incredibly distracted by my own urgent need for relief, and the plight of the sexy, bursting girl sitting a few seats away from me. I tried to focus on the questions and put the other stuff out of my mind. The room was silent aside from the gentle whirring of computer fans, and every minute or so I’d hear a rustling of tights or a quiet moan, and I’d glance up and see Laura squirming about in her seat. Of course, I was fidgeting as well. I was sat right up against the computer desk with my ankles crossed beneath my chair, sitting right on the edge of the seat, jiggling my legs like crazy. I couldn’t sit still at all. 3pm. Just half an hour left. By now I was nearly at the end of the test, but was finding it almost impossible to concentrate. I was gritting my teeth against the pain of my swollen bladder, and I wished my trousers weren’t so tight. I was having to grab my dick every few minutes to help hold on when a particularly strong urge hit me. At first, I was worried about Laura noticing, but I soon realised that her attention was completely focused on both the test and her bladder. She had adopted a similar pose to me – she was sat right on the edge of her seat with her legs underneath her, crossed at the ankles. While my thighs were apart, hers were pushed tightly together, and I could hear the sound of her tights rubbing together as she squirmed around. Her face was flushed, either from embarrassment, the warm room, the pressure in her bladder, or a combination of the three. As I watched her, she quickly glanced up at the clock, then back at her paper, then she glanced up and met my eye. She mouthed ‘I NEED A WEE’ at me, and leaned forward in her seat, flashing me a pained-looking smile. ‘SAME HERE’ I mouthed back. She glanced up at the clock again, then back at me, a tense expression on her face. I nodded and bit my lip. We both doubted whether we could make it until the end of the lesson, but what choice did we have? By 3.20pm, I was in serious trouble. I was holding myself almost constantly by now, and was beginning to worry whether I’d actually make it to a toilet before losing control. I couldn’t sit up straight and was bent over my test paper, jiggling my right knee up and down rapidly, the heel of my shoe bouncing up and down on the carpeted floor. I’d finished a few minutes ago, and now I could focus my efforts on holding in my piss until I was finally allowed to relieve myself. I’d undone the top button of my trousers to give my bladder some room to expand, which had helped for a while, but by now it was totally rock hard and bursting with all the liquid I had consumed throughout the day. By the looks of it, Laura was also reaching the end of her limit. She was still perched right on the edge of her seat, fidgeting and moaning under her breath, her test paper completely forgotten. I glanced down and saw that she’d unbuttoned her skirt. She was staring intently at the clock on the wall, and her hands were resting on either side of her chair. She was sitting with her legs slightly apart, rapidly fanning her knees in and out, her tights rubbing against her skirt. As I watched her, she suddenly gasped quietly and double crossed her legs, her hands on either side of her hips gripping the chair tightly. She glanced down at her skirt, then up at me. I could see the sheer desperation in her eyes, and I knew she was close to wetting herself. At the same time, I knew that my face was betraying the strain I was under to keep holding for just a few minutes more. Just then, Mrs Davies uttered the words Laura and I had been longing to hear: ‘Ok guys, I’m gonna let you go early since you’ve worked so hard. Leave your test papers where they are and we’ll go over them tomorrow. Oh, and don’t forget to write your name at the top’. I stood up, wincing as I felt the full weight of my overfull bladder. I grabbed my bag and glanced across at Laura, who was standing bent over the desk with her legs tightly crossed, bobbing up and down frantically on the spot. ‘Oh god oh god oh god, I have to go so bad I can barely write my name’ she whined, scribbling her name quickly at the top of her test. ‘Ok now I’m going for a weeeee’ she laughed as she picked up her bag and darted out of the room, closely followed by me. We walked down the empty corridor as fast as we could without losing control, me grabbing my dick under my jacket and Laura trying to squeeze her thighs together as she walked. ‘Shit, I’ve never needed to go this bad before’ I muttered, my voice strained. ‘Oh god I know, tell me about it’ Laura replied ‘All I can think about it getting to a loo, I don’t care about anything else, just having a fucking wee right now’. I laughed in agreement. We reached the stairs at the end of the corridor, one more story and we’d be outside the toilets. ‘Need a piss, need a piss’ I muttered under my breath as we hurried down them. Laura suddenly stopped in her tracks, bending over at the waist, pushing both her hands into her crotch. I was amazed, I’d never seen anybody as desperate as this before. She moaned under her breath ‘Ohhhhh, ok, shit, I’m ok now let’s go’. We hurried down the last few steps and pushed open the door. The toilets were just two steps in front of us, but a sign on the girl’s toilets caught my attention: FLOODED! DO NOT ENTER, USE YEAR 11 TOILETS ON OTHER SIDE OF THE SCHOOL ‘No no no no you have got to be joking’ Laura moaned, dancing frantically from foot to foot. ‘Guess you’ll just have to wait a bit longer’ I laughed, and opened the door to the boy’s toilets. Suddenly, Laura grabbed my arm, holding me back. ‘No, fuck you’ she laughed, grinning up at me, bent over with one hand on my arm and the other in her crotch. ‘Oh come on, I have to piss!’ I said, laughing, but in all seriousness, I was seconds away from wetting myself. ‘Oh fuck it, I need a weeeeee’ she moaned, pushing past me and into the boy’s toilets. I followed her in, already unzipping my trousers in anticipation. She darted into a cubicle and slammed the door behind her, and I pulled out my dick while running to the urinal. As soon as I got within a few feet I started wetting uncontrollably, gasping as I finally started to relieve the piss I’d been holding in for so long. At the same time, I heard a gushing stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl in the cubicle, and I heard Laura moan ‘Oh god that feels so GOOD!’ After a minute or so, I heard her stream easing off, and she moaned with relief. Meanwhile, I was still wetting, relieved but still not empty. I heard Laura opening the toilet door, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut my stream off, not when it felt so damn good! Laura emerged from the cubicle red faced, but looking extremely relieved. ‘Best wee ever’ she laughed, then she noticed me standing at the urinal. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry’ she laughed. ‘It’s ok’ I gasped, still wetting uncontrollably. I was blushing like crazy. There was an awkward silence, for a few seconds, the only sound was my piss stream and my small gasps of relief. ‘Um… ok I’ll see you tomorrow’ she said quickly, washing her hands under the tap and grabbing a paper towel. ‘Yeah, see ya’ I managed to gasp, and she flashed me a grin as she walked out. ‘Oh my god’ she laughed, my stream still going strong, and I blushed even deeper as she shut the door. A few seconds later, my bladder was finally empty, and I gasped with relief.
  19. User on here wrote this for me as a favor. Used is Ktpq It was a lovely afternoon the greatest golf game was about to start Anderson had prepared his chair with all his favorite snacks and chips as well as his drinking hat that came with two drink holsters that have straws that connect at the center for easy drinking. He sat down and started watching the game started his favorite player was preparing to swing when he began to notice his bladder began aching for relief the sight of all the water flowing and drinking was beginning to catch up to him he glanced at the bathroom crossing his legs in a pretzel like formation glancing at the bathroom he did not wanted to mis any moment of the game he opted to hold it till the end witch for Anderson was torture waiting Anderson kept his tight gray pants legs crossed tight up to the crotch. His bladder sent off pulses. His legs crossed and uncrossed up to his chest. “Come...come on finish already.” All that soda filled his bladder and recalled when he had an accident at the play a few months ago. It took forever for the humiliation around the town to die out. At least it wasn’t public here. it did not take long for the game to finish and Anderson thought to himself finally he said getting up crossing his legs . “Man I gotta pee.” as he was aproching the door sweat going down his face as he began holding himself as he approached the door he noticed his wife “hey Andy I hope you were not planning on using the bathroom I was just about to clean it it needs like now “ Anderson was in shock standing holding himself his wife looking at him “ I guess I’ll just go in and clean it “ she says as she goes in to clean the restroom cleaning supplies in hand Anderson was stuttering as he was approaching the door watching it as the door closed infront of him . Anderson was standing there doing a potty dance he knew his wife took her sweet time cleaning when in a frantic dance began running up the stairs to the only other bathroom available in there home as he ran up the stairs he walked passed this image of the waterfall that when someone moves by it it moves also making a sound of running water Anderson held himself harder hearing this it was his wife’s idea and now more than anything he hated it more then ever he hated it it did not take long for him to reach the door he began fumbling with the door knob he realized it was locked and began knocking on the door as he heard running water and his daughters voice dee dee through the door as she has humming a tone as she was taking a shower he had no choice but to wait for one of the two bathrooms to become available when in the distance you can hear the house phone ringing . Anderson aproched the phone answering it “hello “ his boss responds “ Anderson good listen I need you here ASAP we got some clients coming in and I need you to lead the presentation you made and should know the material better than anyone “ Anderson had no other choice but to accept “I am on my way “ Anderson ran downstairs and into the bathroom but his wife pushed him out. "Honey I got to pee!" "Sorry Andy but it needs cleaning you know how I am!" "But I...ERgg...got work" She locked the door. Anderson still desperate fidgeting got his Keys and began his drive to work If was hard on him to drive up with how desperate he was luckily he made it without incident he began to rush in making his way to the bathroom as soon as he can but to his dismay there was a line as he heard an announcement come on “all the bathrooms are closed Do to a water leakage but the one in the main hall is open “ witch so happens to be the one Anderson is inline for he began to hold himself As Anderson waited in line holding his crotch he danced foot to foot. He felt his pee boiling inside and feared wetting himself in front of his coworkers. “Gee Anderson” a worker asked “act like an adult.” Anderson sweated and said, “I gotta pee I can’t help it. My bladder is the size of Texas.” His coworker smirked. Liking to tease the guy who stole is promotion. “Well I guess WATER is a DRIPPING struggle then.” Anderson felt his need to empty his pee growing worse. His legs crossed as he bounced. “Tom please stop!” Tom continued, “as but water is nice boss.” Anderson moaned, “Errhhh!” Finally after reaching the door and Tom went in he said, “I wonder how long it will take me.” Anderson’s heart skipped a beat. Tom took at least ten minutes in the bathroom. Anderson knocked to hurry up and as Tom opened the door Anderson tried to rush in but Tom blocked. “Tom get out of the way before I..” Anderson feared wetting his pants in public again. But it was becoming a possibility. He felt his pee ready to burst out. Then Tom laughed and moved.it took abit but he managed to get to the front of the line as he was about to head in you hear some yelling and then Anderson’s secretary runs into the unisex bathroom crying Anderson was alitle annoyed but managed to talk to his secretary to no avail she wasn’t leaving to Anderson dismay he heard his secretary start running the sink to wash her tears of it did nothing more to add to his desperation he looked at his watch and noticed he still had time he bolt it and ran of the door he did not want a repeat of what happened three months ago at his sons play he ran towards the shoe store he knew they had a public bathroom he could use. As Anderson walked in he walked towards the bathroom but before he could a store attendant stopped him and asked him “excuse me sir would you like a pair of our new shoes act now and get 50% off “ Anderson responds with “no miss I’m good I got some business to take care off “ he says trying to get past her but to Anderson surprised this girl is having none of that she grabs him and forces him to sit “ nonsense what can be more important than shoes on sale “ she says trying to get him to try on shoes She takes his shoe off. With one foot up she measured Anderson sweat and shook. He grinds his teeth. His bladder pulsed excessively. “Sir please stay still” the clerk said holding his foot still. “Ms please I really really need to-“ the clerk shusshed him at his lips. “Listen sir I need this raise. Now try that shoe on.” Anderson could not take anymore. He was going to explode in his pants. HE NEEDED TO PEE BADLY! He kicked up and hit the clerk. He slapped his shoe on and ran to the store bathroom, got inside and made it to the toilet in reach, smiled in joy, but security grabbed him and threw him out. a fast food place and goes for it as he enters he runs for the men’s bathroom happy no one is there to pester him he is about to enter the stall when someone pushes past him and takes the stall he brushes it of he has no time for this he unzips his trousers and is about to pee in a urinal when two guys approach the urinals next to him and start using them Anderson is pee shy and can’t seem to get started he’s just standing there waiting for him to be alone Anderson squeezes as hard as he can but his pee cannot come out. He felt like his bladder would pop any second. His legs wobbled. “This is unfair. This can’t be happening again!”when he seas that he has to go to work he gets ready still desperate and sad he did not get to go he begins his desperate dash back to work . Once at work he notices the bathroom no longer has a line and starts making his way towards it excited and happy to get to pee after getting to pee Anderson’s boss approaches him as he was moments away from relief “ Anderson just who I was looking for look the meating is starting now” just as his boss was starting to pull him away he looks at the door “I can’t I still need to go to the bathroom “ his boss looks at him and says “so do I but you know how these big corporate fellows are they can’t wait for nothing “ he says as he leads Anderson to the meating. One there Anderson keeping his knees together was looking at all these men and women looking at him making him more anxious and nervous and it did not help with his predicament as sweat began began to form on his forehead and he could feel his heartbeat on his Throat he began his presentation was about water witch was no easy task as he began losing his hold Anderson’s legs crossed and uncrossed. He felt cracks forming on his bladder. There was too much inside him. He thought “this can’t happen! Not again not again.” His boss asked “Anderson you okay?” Anderson legs together tight feet shuffled in place. By the time he was done with his meeting his bladder had expanded so much his belly pushed tight against his pants. Felt like blades cutting in. After the meeting he ran to the bathroom and tried to unbutton and unzip. But his bladder has expanded so much tight against his pants he pulled all his strength but could not undo his pants. His eyes widened as there was no hope. Anderson had to run home. As he left the bathroom his boss stopped him and brought him back in the room to discuss final details either everyone. He began losing his hold as his body released all his pent up pee his bladder exploded like a water balloon popping it began to leave his body it felt great the feeling was almost as good as cold glass of lemonade going down your throat after working outside on a hot summers day his urine escaped his body like a damn finally releasing all its built up water as Anderson felt this it was so great he feel to his knees as his stomach deflated the feeling his bladder felt was that of a balloon finally getting all it’s air out alas the corporate people gasped in shock at this sight as they saw this grown man wettings himself as the saw the wet spot form and spread through his pants the hole room fell in silence as no one knew how to react or what to do for that matter. Anderson soon came back to reality as the wonderful feeling of getting to finally pee after holding for so long was static soon ended as Anderson face went red as a tomato as he noticed every one was looking at him all he could do was look down at the puddle he made as tears began to form falling like raindrops adding to the pool of urine on his feet THE END.
  20. ***NOTE: Hey guys, so I write a lot of female desperation fiction, and most are based on events I saw. But I have also seen Hot male ones. Being a bisexual guy, here’s a story about a guy. Enjoy!*** Pablo was a handsome-looking guy. Just turned 20, and was chilling with his friend on a hot-as-hell summer day. Pablo was tall, and his long legs were muscular on the calf’s, covered with blonde hairs. He had breezy black shorts on, and a red t-shirt. He had forgotten to use the bathroom before him and his friend John left the house. Pablo was thin, but had lots of muscle. After being out for an hour, he felt discomfort in his lower belly. His bladder ached. “Ergg,” Pablo mumbled. “What was that?” John asked. “N-nothing.” Pablo regained his composure. He was not desperate, he could wait. Just a little discomfort. Pablo did not know his friend was a huge omorashi fan. So much a fan that he could tell just from that mumble what was wrong. “Let’s pull over,” John said. They got off their bikes, and walked to the bleachers on the park’s baseball field. Pablo knew there were bathrooms in the park. Nowhere he could go on a tree, it was very public, but he was fine. . . probably. They got on the top of the bleachers. Pablo sat one above of John, and had his legs out on the bleacher seat John was on. Pablo had blue flip flops on, and John stared at those muscular legs. The blonde hair ran all around and up past the knees and under the short. John could see a little under Pablo’s shorts. Pablo’s legs were shaking in and out towards the center of his crotch. John knew the urgency was growing. “So,” John said. “I had a hard exam this week. It was a gut buster. Like the pressure was literally hitting me in the guy, expanding out, bloating.” Pablo flinched. He felt a spike higher of discomfort in his bladder. “And,” John continued, “the professor was raining criticism’s around the whole class. John noticed Pablo’s legs shaking faster. Every now and again they were shut tight together and squeeze in on his crotch. “Just raining, and raining, and raining like watery water all over class in drops of criticisms. Did not even want any of us getting up to use the B-A-T-H-R-OOOO-M!” Pablo almost lost a drop in his boxers. He was starting to get desperate now. “Um…John . . ..” To Pablo’s torture and John’s delight, the park sprinklers went on. They came out of the ground and started to spark drops of water fast everywhere. Some even went and hit John and Pablo. Pablo’s legs crossed and tightened on his crotch. He felt his bladder pulsing against his lower belly, through his urethra. “Look at all that water,” John said. “Just lots of water. Gallons and gallons expanding through the hose and-.” John looked and saw Pablo’s sexy legs crossed and shaking. His feet flapped on the flip flops. Pablo’s teeth chattered. “You okay?” John asked his friend, with an evil grin. “I-,”Pablo started. In clear discomfort. “I gotta go to the bathroom. Can we go?” “Sure,” John said. A bit disappointed it was over. They made it to the park’s bathroom area. A picnic ground with a cabin split into two bathrooms; boys and girls. Pablo froze at the sight of horror: the doors on the bathrooms were closed. John went up to them and pulled on the knobs. Both locked, tight. “Sorry dude, they’re closed I guess.” Pablo’s legs shook towards the center while he was on his bike. His mind could not let go of the want to pee, he was DESPERATE now! John read a sign on the wall. “Park Bathrooms Closed due to Town budget gaps.” “Eeeer,” Pablo started to mumble. “Ccan, wwwee go back home? I gotta piss man.” They went home. Once at John’s house, Pablo got off his bike and ran to the door. John took time to get his key out. Pablo bounced in place at the door with his arms around his torso. “Open the door man!” Pablo said. “I can’t hold it much longer.” “Seriously dude?” “I didn’t even go this morning when I woke up.” “It’s 3 pm dude.” “Exactly! I’ve had like two cans of soda, a orange juice, and a water bottle on the way to the park. I really, REALLY gotta go. Come on, please!” John put the key in, but his hormones ran his mind. He pretended to struggle with the key. “Not working.” Pablo’s eye widened. He tried to grab the keys from John, but John pulled away. “I’m not gonna make it across town to my house!” John asked, “We can stop at a public business or something.” Pablo shook his head. He suffered from very shy bladder, and was very germophobic. He could not use a public bathroom. The park was different. It was the one public bathroom Pablo used since he was a kid. He was used to it. Pablo’s leg kicked back as he grabbed his gut. “Well let’s try a window,” John said. Pablo was about to go, but John grabbed him. He held his friend in a dance pose, and put their crotches at each other. Pablo was use to John’s gay-tendencies as a joke. He didn’t know these intentions right now. Feeling Pablo’s bloated belly and crotch on his, John pretended to dance. He pulled up Pablo’s leg and swung him down. “Dude!” Pablo screamed. He jumped off and grabbed his crotch. “I almost lost it.” Pablo’s legs wobbled. He kept feeling like it would come out. Pablo felt his wiener enlarged and taking on loads and gallons of pressure. He felt his eyes filling with water. “Hey guys!” It was Christy and Jennie. Two girls from school. John was dating Christy and Pablo had a huge crush on Jennie. “What’s up?” Pablo tried to regain himself. He could not lose it in front of the girls. NO! HE placed his arms around his torso and had a leg out and foot tapping. Gggotta pee! “Not much,” John said. Kind of locked out of our house. John was so turned on by his friend’s noticeable squirming. “Hey Pablo,” Jennie said. Pablo smiled, but could barely regain himself. The pee was pushing more and more towards the exit of his body, into his pants. He tried to squeeze his legs together against his crotch. “Pablo are you ok-.” Pablo lost it. Too much pee, too weak crotch muscles. It blew out of his private and against his boxers. Leaking down his hairy legs and on the sidewalk. They ALL noticed. Pablo tried to regain his composure but could not. He shook from embarrassment. “Oh nasty Pablo!” screamed Jennie. She and Christy covered their mouths and walked away. Pablo turned red, and John let his pee release as well in an orgasmic frenzy. The end.
  21. I've written down all the omorashi/pee experiences and witnesses I can remember in my life. My memory's fuzzy, but if you have questions about a specific story, please ask. Male / Peeing One of the only memories I have of my first school is a friend I had there. I don't know how I met him, but on the playground he would often drink from one of those water dispensers/sinks on the wall where you put your mouth under the opening. Then he'd ask me to follow him to a secluded area of the playground where he'd pull his thing out and pee for five seconds - down a drain or in the flower bed. Then he'd go back and repeat the process until he couldn't go anymore and asked me to see him again tomorrow. I don't think he (or I) understood that water doesn't go through your body immediately. Female / Wetting Then, in another school (we were about 10), we were sat down on those plastic chairs with the dips in them. I think we were watching a children's cartoon or something, and a blonde-haired girl asked if she could go to the toilet, however someone else was already in there. It took about a minute for them to finish, and she walked out clenching the lower part of her butt through her long skirt - but it was long enough that there was actually a small pool of urine in her seat. The teachers weren't the only ones who noticed this. Male / Peeing The same school had its own swimming pool - with changing rooms of course, but there weren't any cubicles. Instead, everyone of the same gender had to change in front of each other in a large room, and there were no locks on the doors. We were less than 13 years old, but I wonder how ethical this actually is. One lesson, when most of us had stripped nude and were rummaging through our kits for our trunks, one kid turned to face the drain in the middle, pointed his dick and started peeing into it. The teacher guarding the door (who didn't change) was like "no no no!" and walked over to him. His stream slowed to a halt in a second, and they pulled him out, still naked, to the single toilet in the actual pool area. Stopping mid-stream is hard though, and with his age, I wouldn't be surprised if he leaked or peed along the way. And if he hadn't stopped peeing, how would they stop him anyway? Male / Desperation So, in yet another school (hopefully the last), I got into a habit of holding my pee the whole day - both because of this fetish and for the sake of convenience, since most people had to be escorted to the bathrooms by staff (it's a special needs school) and they were usually a mess anyway. I'd recently got a new uniform and the trousers were particularly tight, which made holding it painful. Whenever I held, I'd cross my legs - not just because it feels better, but to see if anyone would notice - nobody did. There wasn't even an urge to pee anymore - just a pain like my bladder would split if there was any more pressure. I picked up the courage to ask to go to the bathroom during class and was given the thumbs up. I walked through the hall slowly, trying not to make my clothes dig in any further, made it to the boys' and into a stall, pulled everything down, and sat. Nothing happened for a few seconds and I began to worry, before it started trickling out slowly, becoming a bigger stream as I felt like doing an exaggerated sigh of relief for effect. I came out a minute or so later, and decided to explain what happened to the staff member who'd stood in front of the door while I went. They told my parents (they asked but I knew they'd do it anyway) - who weren't very happy that I held it in school. But telling them was a good idea - I actually couldn't feel my bladder for weeks after that, but they said that it was normal if you held for too long. Female / Wetting I have told this story before, but one day in the same class, my ex-girlfriend asked to use the bathroom. The teacher denied her, presumably until the PowerPoint presentation was over. She was a little distraught, but remained mostly calm before asking again 5 minutes later, to which the teacher said yes. She walked out the door and through the hall towards the bathroom downstairs. She then came back a few minutes later accompanied by a teacher - and she (not the teacher) was soaked from the crotch area of her grey trousers. An annoyed look on her face, she grabbed her bags and left, and I didn't see her until tomorrow. I wonder what happened to make her have an accident so close to relief. Male / Desperation Being shy to ask, as well as having a bit of pride as the kid who wasn't often seen going to the bathroom (people took notice when a student used the bathroom often, so why not the opposite), backed me into a few more corners. This time, I managed to hold it until the art lesson. It was near the end of the day so I thought I'd be able to hold it until I got home. It got worse and this expectation became 'after the lesson,' then 'after the introduction...' I sat at the table and strained tensely to keep my sphinctor closed without holding myself. Another minute and I couldn't make sense of what the teacher was saying anymore. Everything was a blur and the only words in my mind was my bladder screaming at me to pee now. I gave in and panicked, looking around to remember if there was any nearby toilet I could run to without people thinking I was escaping the lesson. The only one was the young children's, which we were warned not to use because it was particularly dirty in there. I doubt that if I asked the member of staff standing at the door, that they'd let me go during an introduction. I asked anyway, and they did - thank god! We made our way to another building on the site and knocked on the door since only one person was allowed to occupy a bathroom at once. Someone responded. Oh please no. I retreated away from the door and stood there bouncing up and down - a bit embarassing, but they already knew my habit of holding it. After taking longer than it should take for someone to relieve themself, the person came out and I ran in for the left stall. It felt like everything was ready to come out as I approached the toilet... Blocked. As always happens, someone thought they'd get enjoyment out of putting loads of tissue in the loo so it'd flood the next time it automatically flushed. My body shuddered as I hopped out of the stall, then bent over between it and the next stall squeezing myself in my pants. If this one was blocked too, I didn't know what I'd do - I hadn't used a urinal before. Luckily, it wasn't, and I rushed my trousers and boxers down before sitting down and letting loose a desperate stream. I breathed heavily and hadn't even locked the stall in urgent panic - not like anyone would come in. The extent I went to follow dumb rules was dumb in itself.
  22. this is the other guys side of a conversation I been having by email with a guy I met online. he is 18. lost contact with him due to his abusive dad forcing him to work every waking second he is not in school. guess dad figured out son was getting advice from somebody so cut off son from the outside world by working him to death. I am really worried about him. Yeah I got my computer taken away for not doing some chores. I have a few weights at home, you??? I don't have a Gym membership, but I've always wanted one. I got bored of swimming. Do u play any sports beside wrestling? Do you like it? I don't have any tank tops. Do you like tank tops? If my dads around I have to be fully clothed. I don't have any other underwear besides briefs. What about you? what kind of underwear do you prefer? I like watching movies to! I don't really take anything for my anxiety. When I'm not at school (like summers, weekend, evenings) and I'm at home I'm allowed to wear a polo and cargo shorts. When we go out during the day I have to put some pants on (either jeans of khakis). If we go out at night I will wear a dress shirt. On Sundays I wear a shirt and tie. My school has a uniform. Does yours? what do you wear to school? He has lots of rules like saying yes sir no sir yes ma'am no ma'am to adults. Do you have any rules??? I don't lift much anymore. I want to start up again. I used do be on a swim team, but I've recently quit. My dad is pretty strict, he tells me what to wear and when to wear it. He has lots of rules. I really only ever go shirtless when he's not home, otherwise I typically wear a polo and cargo shorts. For fun I like to run or swim. What do you like to do for fun?? Do you go shirtless out and about?? I lift occasionally! I deal with mine mainly by exercise or yoga. wbu? (that is where he was talking about dealing with his anxiety. ) I think its amazing you long you can hold it. I never even thought to try and stretch my bladder so I won't have to pee as much as I do! Yeah if I drink to much before I go to bed my stomach starts to feel upset. Ive never tried to go to bed with a full bladder, Ive always gone before I go to sleep. You seem really nice as well. I'll suggest that punishment to him vs. all the other horrible punishments he puts me through. I go to a small high school. Do you go to a big high school? Ive been doing all the workouts you suggest! Thanks a lot, its really helping me get back into lifting. I wish my dad let me show off my build like yours. Im allowed to run in shorts, thankfully. Wow you can run with a full bladder?? does it hurt?? Its hard to show your package in briefs. I've been lucky and thankfully I've never been hard during inspection! You?? I'll try your underwear suggestion. Yeah I have a few friends I visit, you?? When I get in trouble my dad gets me up at 5am on Saturday, I have to shower/shave, put on a shirt and tie, and sit in his office and write lines or papers all day. I hate having to do that! Do you have to do any chores? wow! Thats pretty cool you can go so long with out having to pee. I should see if I could start to stretch mine. Unfortunately we don't have a weight room at my school. I wish we did. I don't like to feel full in my stomach when going to sleep. Yeah I go out and about often. Do you??? If I go for a run, I'll take my shirt off, but never while out and about. I wouldn't want any of my dads friends to see me and tell him, or else I would. I know I would get in so much trouble. He inspects everything I wear from head to toe everyday. I have drop my pants all the time for him to make sure I'm wearing white briefs. I try to drink a gallon or two a day. I don't drink anything other than water and maybe some sport drinks. What about you??? Ive never tried to hold off when i needed to pee. When I'm sent to my room i'm allowed to go to the bathroom when I have to pee. My dad doesn't really explain his rules to me. I just follow them, because i know if i don't, it will be bad! I don't take anything for my anxiety, just natural cures. Ive never thrown up. I have to wear jeans and boots when i mow. I am pretty much soaked when I'm done. I like all those shows to! I typically don't drink very much before bed because i don't like to feel full while i sleep. I will try your suggestions. Thanks. have to pee like every hour! I drink lots of water, and I hate the feeling of a full bladder. He wants me to be very modest in our house and out in public. The polos are my size, its just they all are pretty boxy, so i can't really show off my build. My dumbbells are not fixed, they can be adjusted from 10 pounds up to like 80. I jack occasionally. The chore I didn't do was mow the yard. Yes he makes me wear pants even when its hot. With my anxiety I occasionally will have a panic attack, but usually it just effects my stomach. What movies/TV do like watching? Wow! You take your training very seriously. I couldn't imagine not peeing all the time! Im not really allowed to show much skin. Im forced to wear baggy polos (with undershirts) all the time. My dad is crazy strict with my academies! What about you? The only weights i have are a few dumb bells. Wow! You take your training very seriously. I couldn't imagine not peeing all the time! Im not really allowed to show much skin. Im forced to wear baggy polos (with undershirts) all the time. My dad is crazy strict with my academies! What about you? The only weights i have are a few dumb bells. Yeah I'm really interested in developing discipline, and stretching my bladder! No I usually do not drink that much before bed, but now I'm starting to. I went to church today, so I didn't get to enjoy my wood this morning. Yeah my dad sees me in briefs before shower a lot because he wakes me up every morning. He's seen me hard often, just not during inspection. I think he might feel that I'm disrespecting him, and I don't want the belt. I felt pretty swollen before bed. Doing chores while hard was great, made me feel masculine. I haven't jacked in a while either, dads been wanting me to practice chastity. Dads at least away 1 day a week. Im definitely going to hold it on those days. Do ever get embarrassed talking to people while hard? None of the other guys chat in bathroom because we don't ever have long to be in the bathroom. Guys get into fights rarely. My school has pretty strict discipline. What about your school??? It would be awesome to not have to pee all day at school! I definitely can't show my build at church in a suit! Sometime me and guys will hangout shirtless if their parents are gone. But most of the time we all just wear shirts and pants. In gym we learn about fitness, do workouts, and play some indoor sports. what about you?? yeah just had my second night of go going to bed on a full bladder. Incredible sensation. I drank about a half gallon during the last two hours before bed. I currently still have morning wood because I haven't peed yet. Dads away this morning so I didn't have to do inspection! I also did all my chores this morning hard. I drink a lot of water by myself. I don't know if he'd like me showing up for inspection being hard. I think he might find that disrespectful and give me belt for sure that night. I really don't ever get sent to my room if I'm in trouble. I typically don't ever chat with guys inside the bathroom, we wait until we get in the halls. I go to an all male school. I typically run later in the day. For workout he was having me do burbees, sit ups, pushups, and a run. I wish I could wear shorts to church in the summer! It gets hot in dress pants! During a detailed inspection, he checks abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps, and more. In gym we all wear the same shirt and shorts. Wow. Very cool! Im really excited to implement this into my daily lifestyle. I wish i could sleep in. I have to be up at 6:30 for inspection and to start working on my chores. I was so proud of the morning wood I woke up with. I was rock hard until I peed after my shower! Going to bed full is definitely something I'm going to have to get used to! I wanted to pee so bad in the shower, but i didn't let myself. We live out in the country in a very small town. He practically is a drill instructor! What do you wear to church??? I have to wear a shirt and tie all day! Do you wear mma shorts to bed? I have to wear just briefs to bed. If i get lots of the belt before bed it can be hard to sleep, but I'm pretty used to it. He checks everything after my workout. I will tell him it would be a good idea for him to check that I'm doing it right. We have gym class at school. He's very impressed that I'm doing the extra workouts you suggested! He hasn't really asked about them. Dad doesn't let me drink beers with him and his friends. That would be pretty cool! I wish I could hold it as long as you. Gong to bed last night was a little uncomfortable with a full bladder, but I made it through the night. This morning when I woke up I had intense morning wood. I waited until after my shower to pee (before inspection). The feeling was pretty crazy! I usually get the belt on my bare but. One time when i failed to follow orders, and as punishment I had to mow the yard every day for two weeks in 100 degree weather. I had to mow, weed eat, blow, and bag all the clippings. I wish I could just wear shorts when I mow, but he makes wear work jeans, boots, and a shirt. Those weeks were a nightmare! For punishment workouts I have to complete 150 burpees on top of the 50 I do every day. He was in the military and he's pretty involved at church. What about your dad??? Do you like them mma shorts??? What kind of shoes you like to wear??? Some other punishment are that I have to copy an entire letter of dictionary definitions, or stand in the corner for an hour. He inspects me before bed because thats when he inspects my upper body (shoulder/chest). Thats also when he will give me the belt if I've been disrespectful during the day. My dad just feels my muscles when I'm done with a workout. Im coming up on my last year of school I think its pretty cool! I usually drink steadily during the last hour before bed, but I used to always go pee before I went to lay down. Im going to try to go to bed with full bladder tonight. Next time I get in trouble I will suggest having to go without peeing before going to my room. He has lots of punishments. Like the Saturday "detention" he calls it, that I told in my last email, sometimes I get the belt, or I have to do extra yard work or work outs. I wish my school had a weight room! Since its such small school, we don't have any sports teams. My dad is crazy about modesty. He takes it to an extreme! Im allowed to run in the 1 pair of track shorts I got! I'll have to try running with a full bladder. Do you have any tips??? Im definitely going to try tucking the waist band behind my nuts. Thats a good idea! I get inspections in the morning after I wake up at 6:30, shower/shave, put on the clothes he told me to put on or If I change during the day (like if we have to go some where) or before I go to sleep. When I'm getting inspected he first checks to make sure I have shaved my face, then he checks to makes sure I have ironed/starched my clothes, then pants go down he checks my underwear, I flex, and thats usually it unless its a detailed inspection. What does your inspections consist of??? When Im with my friends we study, wrestle each other, or workout together. What about you? The amount of discipline you have is very admirable. Every night I go a little longer without pissing. I keep leaving this out because its kinda boring, in a detailed inspection he checks my hight, measure my abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps. He makes sure I'm following good hygiene, I'm a pretty sweaty guy, so I have to shower quite often. He checks my manhood. Then during the detailed inspection he checks my room and bathroom. He makes sure I've properly folded my briefs, undershirts, socks, shorts, polos, dress shirts, slacks, jeans, ties, etc to military standards. He checks to make sure I've polished my dress shoes, cleaned and conditioned my boots. He also checks to make sure my beds made and bathroom is clean. I never know when detailed inspections are coming so I always have to be prepared. I used to get sent to room a lot, but recently I get punished in other ways. He's seen me hard a bunch in the morning because I have to instantly get out of bed and stand at attention when he comes in. He tells me my orders and then I go shower/shave. I take my briefs off right before I shower and put them back on right after I've died off. I was told not to jack when I was 13 when I hit puberty. I didn't really jack any before that. Its been about a couple a weeks since I've done it. I don't really have time. Ive only had like 3/4 wet dreams ever. What about you??? Im definitely going to run while hard and full next time he's away! Ive had him feel my muscles a few time while working out. Im holding my pee a lot now. Ive cut the number of times i used to pee in half! After my morning pee I try to hold until noon or later. Town is pretty far from where I live so I can't ever run in town. I go to a pretty small school. In gym we have to do work outs that don't require any weights so like pushups, squats, KB swings, flutter kicks, and a run usually. What about you gym class? Im going to take humanities. You??? The amount of discipline you have is very admirable. Every night I go a little longer without pissing. I keep leaving this out because its kinda boring, in a detailed inspection he checks my hight, measure my abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps. He makes sure I'm following good hygiene, I'm a pretty sweaty guy, so I have to shower quite often. He checks my manhood. Then during the detailed inspection he checks my room and bathroom. He makes sure I've properly folded my briefs, undershirts, socks, shorts, polos, dress shirts, slacks, jeans, ties, etc to military standards. He checks to make sure I've polished my dress shoes, cleaned and conditioned my boots. He also checks to make sure my beds made and bathroom is clean. I never know when detailed inspections are coming so I always have to be prepared. I used to get sent to room a lot, but recently I get punished in other ways. He's seen me hard a bunch in the morning because I have to instantly get out of bed and stand at attention when he comes in. He tells me my orders and then I go shower/shave. I take my briefs off right before I shower and put them back on right after I've died off. I was told not to jack when I was 13 when I hit puberty. I didn't really jack any before that. Its been about a couple a weeks since I've done it. I don't really have time. Ive only had like 3/4 wet dreams ever. What about you??? Im definitely going to run while hard and full next time he's away! Ive had him feel my muscles a few time while working out. Im holding my pee a lot now. Ive cut the number of times i used to pee in half! After my morning pee I try to hold until noon or later. Town is pretty far from where I live so I can't ever run in town. I go to a pretty small school. In gym we have to do work outs that don't require any weights so like pushups, squats, KB swings, flutter kicks, and a run usually. What about you gym class? Im going to take humanities. You??? Yeah I hope one day maybe I could be as good as you at holding it. He just measures my muscles with a tape measure and makes sure there is growth. He checks my manhood just to make sure every thing is healthy down there. I just have pull down the briefs while he checks my manhood. Everything I do must be up to military standards. Its pretty intense working out in the heat in shirt jeans and boots, I'm dripping by the time i get to come in. Actually my school is private and its pretty far from my house. He stopped sending me to my room because he says thats not a hard enough punishment for me. I get the belt a lot more these days. Yeah I'm really busy so no time to do any leisure stuff. Im only allowed five minuets to shower/shave and dress for inspection. No Ive never spurt on my chest. Im only allowed to jack once a month to release tension. I really don't do more than once a month. I just never get wet dreams even tho I jack pretty rarely. What about you??? It was pretty tough holding it during chores, but it also felt really good at the same time. He just checked my muscles a few time during workouts. No I don't have any cement blocks. Im working on holding it as long as i can. Yeah dad takes me to friends house in town. Some times he hangs out with my friends dads. He's making me take wood working this year. Cool you like acting??? Wow you started holding it at 10! Thats amazing. He got the weights originally for himself when I was young, but now I use them. Chest flys, thats a good idea, ill try that. We only live on about an acre so we have a few neighbors. Wearing a shirt jeans and boots is just part of the rules. Pretty much everybody wears a shirt jeans and boots out where I live. I wear an undershirt while lifting. The only time he allows me to go shirtless is when sleeping, and sometimes when running. The ride to school is pretty long. Not a boarding school tho. I am naked when I get the belt always. Im allows to watch 30 minuets of tv a day. Last night while getting the belt I pissed myself because I was so full and about to burst. He got so mad that he restarted my punishment. I got the belt for a good 15 minutes last night. Im so soar today. I spurt in a pair of briefs. What about you??? He would probably prefer me to not jack at all, but He lets me once a month. I definitely get harder and harder and more often as the month goes by. I don't even remember my wet dreams? do you??? It was pretty tough holding it during morning chores, it was really tensing up! I keep going longer and longer without peeing before bed. Abs were really tense when pressing down on my bladder. Yeah I've been tucking the briefs behind my nuts, makes me look a lot bigger. I don't know if we have those other classes. I just know we have woodworking because thats the one I have to take. I really like the info on not jacking. Im so impressed you play sports full! When getting the belt last night it just started to come out in spurts but then it just all came out and I couldn't stop it. Ill try the technique you mentioned, although he said if I did that again it would be a lot worse. So I might have to start peeing before I go to bed because thats when I get the belt. He was so mad when he saw I couldn't stop peeing all over the floor. He doesn't mind me jacking once a month so I can release tension. I got the belt because i mowed the lawn vertically vs. horizontally. I guess last week I mowed vertically and he says its better for the lawn in you switch every week. I get hard sometime when I wrestle what about you?? Ill look into those other classes. I loved it being tough while holding it during chores. I found that I did my work faster. He always determines the punishments, usually its the belt or a writing punishment. I love making my manhood look bigger! you??? I will definitely practice the method you mention about blocking pee with finger between legs pressing up firmly practice stopping the flow. I get the belt at night because thats when he prefers to give it to me. I get it almost every night for just the smallest stuff. He would prefer that i don't jack but he doesn't mind once a month to release tension. We have a chart to keep track of mowing each week but if he believes I didn't do it correctly then I get the belt. I love it being tough to hold it while doing chores. Makes me do my work faster. I get hard every time bladder gets full! Im hard a lot. You??? What kind of haircut do you have??? I will have to practice that technique a lot to really get good blocking the pee. Thats a good idea telling him that I just didn't have enough time to get soft before inspection, but I'm not allowed to talk during inspection, If I do someone incorrect I have to say "no excuses sir". Thats cool, when I have to pee just let a little out so I can stay hard and feel extra manly. I will try to give jacking completely. I love feeling intensely hard. Ive been drinking a lot before bed lately. Ive ran a few time without peeing and I really love it! makes me feel super masculine. My pee is always clear now so you can never tell if its sweat or pee. My dad keeps my hair very short all year round. Military cuts like high and tight or just completely buzzed. All the lifting is going great! starting to see improvements. Dad is really liking me lifting a lot now! Ive been tucking my briefs under my nuts overtime I go out! I just hope dad doesn't want to inspect when were out. He does that occasionally. I love the feeling of a full bladder. Im so glad you tough me! Yes sir I will not jack! The mails been shorter because I've been super busy, sorry. Ive been blocking the pee a lot during the day. Really just got to get that method down. Yes sir, no jacking. He thought that giving up jacking all together was pretty man of me! thanks. Yeah he expects me to be soft by inspection after the shower. I will practice backing in the shower to. He was pissed of that I peed so while getting the belt that night. remember I got the belt for 15 minuets straight. then he made me mop it up. Ok, 2 to 3 quarts before bed. Yeah ill go pee with friends. I can't wait to show them how long I can pee for. Ride to school is like 40 minuets. Taking a dumb before inspection is not an option, i just have to hold it. Ok, ill practice blacking while taking a dumb. Still making it through the night without peeing. I loved loved running without peeing. got it, once I'm about to piss myself, ill change into track shorts and chug a lot more water and go for long run. I would get in a lot of trouble if I talked to the neighbors shirtless, most of the time there are never out anyways. I love feeling super masculine running having to pee. Its been almost a month since Ive jacked. Yeah dad keeps track of it. Lifting is going great! pushing it to the max. I asked dad to see if he would let lift shirtless, and he said being shirtless is something for grown men, but since I gave up jacking and showed manliness, he said I could lift shirtless. Ive never heard of mononhydrate, was is it? Dad is usually always out with me but not all the time. Dad will inspect me in the car or in the men's room. I probably won't tuck when were out. Im blocking all the time now! I used to pee fully 3 or 4 times a day, but now I just go a little so Im still full and hard. This morning dad was away so while I was doing chores I completely pissed myself, but I didn't realize it until I got back inside. I need to practice so I can know when I'm about to piss myself once school starts. I take a 32oz water bottle to school and i fill it up all day. Yes he said its manly for me to give up jacking, so I can start being shirtless while working out. I will definitely pee in spurts in shower. 3 quarts before bed, got it. Its actually been a few nights since I've gotten the belt! but tonight he said I was getting it. For breakfast I have a piece of toast and banana. you??? Yeah I take a dumb after inspection. He inspects me after I get dressed to at the same time to check my uniform for the day. Ok chug water an hour before run. I love the super masculine feeling of running while having to piss bad. Ok hold it while lifting to stay hard. Yeah i can lift in track shorts. He wouldn't watch when i jack but he would let me know when I'm allowed to. Ill ask him to get creatine punch mix at Walmart. He makes me go to the mens room for an inspection, it doesn't matter if I have to pee or not. We went on a short trip yesterday. I really like blocking with my finger. Ive gotten pretty good at it. Thank you for helping me learn how to do this. yeah, dad is telling me in advance when I'm going to get the belt. Ok, on nights I'm not going to get spanked go to bed desperate and drink 3 bottles of water and build up to 4. He told me I was pissing like a hose when i pissed on the floor. He was so mad. Yeah I get spanked right before bed, once I get spanked then I'm not allowed to do anything. what time do you go to bed? When doing chores i just thought i spurted a little, but it turns out it just all came out. It was dripping down my leg. i didn't even realize. I would fill up my water like 3/4 times. Ok ill do what you said about breakfast. Wow I'm still so amazed you can play football full! You watch football??? what teams you like?? Lifting is going great! Starting to see results. Pushing myself to the max. I love running on a full bladder! its really awesome. I got the belt the other night because I didn't do a good job cleaning his boots. Hes been feeling my muscles quite often recently. Im a really horny guy, so I'm going to be really aggressive thanks for the tip. I can't wait to try the creatine punch mix. Thats going to be great! Yeah I get harder as bladder gets fuller. you?? I really enjoy the feeling of blocking and bladder tensing up really hard. Yeah I've gotten pretty good at pressing further back when blocking. Im going to try to practice that in my school slacks. I have about 30 minuets before and after school once i get there and before i leave. I would love to be bursting on the bus. Lots of water before bus ride and while on bus. Lots of water on night when I'm not getting spanked. When I get spanked i have to keep my hands on my head, and count the licks out (one sir, two sir, etc.). When he takes me to the bathroom after inspection he always pees in the urinal right next to me. He has been impressed lately that I pee longer than him now. When he asked why i was holing it i told him that i was practicing stretching my bladder. You work at the fair??? you like it??? Ok i will start measuring the time between when i start drinking to when bladder starts filling really fast. Do you watch any other sports??? I can't wait to show my classmates that i can piss like a real man. Do you like playing football??? I try to run at least 2 miles each time. He feels my muscles when lifting and during inspection. He usually checks my manhood every morning inspection. I love swimming! you? Yeah i really enjoy blocking. Dad was in the air force. Yeah he feels thigh muscles, abs, chest, lats, shoulders, arms, everything really. Ill start doing calf raises to. when my dad comes in and tells me to wake up, I have to be at attention within seconds! I'll ask him to inspect my manhood right when i wake up. thats a great idea. I really enjoy feeling of blocking and bladder tensing up hard. yeah its better to piss myself at home than at school. have you ever pissed yourself at school??? Yeah, some boys sit with with their hand between their legs at school. Im probably going to have to do it through pocket because my school slacks are thick. Ive been practicing, dad makes me wear them out a lot. Ill have to do a quart at home, on the bus, and at school because i can only take one water bottle. i get pretty hard when i block. you??? I can't wait to tuck at school, to show off my manhood. I get up pretty early on school days to do morning chores. I can't wait to be busting on the bus home. Dad was impressed i was stretching my bladder. He's every impressed how long I go when I'm pissing next to him. Yes hands on head while getting spanked, so definitely can't block. Yeah I keep a lot of water in my room so I can drink a lot after getting the belt. I keep increasing a little every night. I don't watch wrestling much, I watch a lot of baseball, football, and golf. You dive? thats cool! I always wanted to do that when I was on swim team. I can definitely run longer when busting for a pee. he feels them a few times when lifting. yours? He felt them more after i asked him to. Wow a speedo when swimming? I wear briefs and track shorts. He loves that I am holding my pee and stretching my bladder, ill ask him to rub my bladder after lifting and ill do lifting while having to pee bad to impress him. thanks. Sorry for not responding much lately. dads been restricting my computer time. I wish my dad would let me wake up a little slower, but if I'm to slow I would defiantly get the belt. i asked him if he could inspect my manhood right from getting out of bed, but he said no because thats part of morning inspection. Its usually just me and my dad, my moms job requires her to be away a lot. what about you??? Were going to walmart today, so I'm going to ask if i can get the creatine mix. Im definitely going to have to start opening and closing my legs a lot when sitting when busting for a pee at school now. I will try your method about raising the front of my thighs and then open and close thighs. I really want class mates to see me busting for a piss but not going to pee. thats a good idea about using an old pop bottle for a second water bottle, ill do that. thats cool you don't have to do chores before going to school! dad makes me do all kinds of stuff before school. I drink a lot of orange and apple juice. Ill put my extra water bottle in my backpack. Yeah tuck on the bus but defiantly untuck before gym. dad is very impressed I'm stretching bladder and how long i can pee. i have massaged my bladder a lot and dad has to. thats cool you guys get around the no shirt no service rule. Im going to drink a lot of water before i get spanked so bladder can fill up and then ill let half a pee out right before. I can't use the internet at night because dad blocks it. Wow you pee during games thats cool! Dad says he will let me be bursting for a piss during chores so i can work faster and harder. I just crossed my 1 month without jacking point yesterday actually. If dads watching sports than I'm allowed to watch with him. the 30 minuets just applies to non sports tv. My swim team wasn't at school. I just got burned out. You get to get rid of body hair? thats cool! dad wants be to be hairy everywhere. thats something he checks very carefully. lifting is going great. glad to be getting back into it. On Saturdays dad has me watch sermons. Lots of water before school, got it. He would never let me wear shorts out! he believes men should always be in pants which sucks. Definitely longer runs. We have a pool so i can go swimming quite often. We have an amusement park we go to quite often. I love roller coasters. You?? Ive been wrestling friends while bursting, its a lot of fun! Its really cool i can share this stuff with you! Dads not a fan of technology so i really don't know why he keeps limiting my computer time. He has eased up on me a little but not much. he is proud that i have given up jacking and that i am developing discipline. I don't think that he doesn't want me hard at inspection but he doesn't want to change the order that insects in. I don't know. I've been figuring out my limits of how long i can hold it. and I've been practicing your method. We have a carbon water filter on faucet to. I don't mind waking up early much anymore, I find it creates discipline. i also have to go to bed pretty early. When i sit I've been opening snd closing legs to help ease. He's been massaging my bladder quite often. Ill see if he would like to massage after chores. Bladder hurt much worse when standing. you? Ive showed him how i can start and stop a few times, he impressed. Ive been drinking so much before we go places so i can show him how long i can pee. Yes sir going to be desperate as i can. good idea about blocking to get back to sleep. dad keeps my jack date on a calendar. I've been super hard lately. defiantly stronger urges in prostrate area. you only wear pants when its freezing??? how many pairs do you even have? one??? thats crazy. running with a full bladder is awesome, really making me go longer. 3 miles every day. Im really trying to find the time between when i start gorging on water to where your bladder starts swelling really fast. We a gym uniform at school, we have to changes out of our normal uniform into our gym uniform back into our normal uniform which is a pain. Im glad dad is letting me be busting for morning chores. yes bladder must be bursting when watching sports, ill ask him to massage then. Yeah i barely get to watch anything good during my 30 minuets a day. Dad wants me to really hairy like him. I wish i could shave some areas because its very hot. I have to have my face shaved everyday up to military standards. he does not like facial hair or sideburns. I have to listen to lots of sermons, almost one every day. thats what we listen to in the car. never music. we live deep in the south. you??? I bet your very cold out in just shorts at 20 degrees. I love running swimming and wrestling while busting. friends are so impressed that i can hold it. Im trying to tell my friends to hold their pee too. Lots of water at theme parks. I go by myself with friends to the park. I don't have passes, you? Dads been massaging my muscles a lot lately! sorry im having to cut these last questions short, my computer time is almost up. Dad hates technology. Ill try pissing after inspection to see if he minds me being hard. Bladder tight all day is a must! When school starts ill definitely try to get away with peeing after morning chores. One quart in the first half of last class, then wait till after school to piss. Then gorge on water after school and drink lots on the bus. Ill stand far back so they can see the force of the pee when i piss. At the theme park i will not piss once, and ill drink lots before i go. If i spurt ill tell dad I'm developing discipline. I was like 13 or 14 when i had wet dreams. you?? We got creatine punch mix. I will definitely do chores having not pissed and if i piss myself ill just keep holding it. Old jeans for sure. What type of jeans you like to wear? Ive been increasing how much i drink at bedtime, some nights i wake up, and then on the next night i back just a hair to get through the night. we recently decided to switch schools, so I'm not really sure about the lunch program but dad usually makes me bring my own. Ive been saving lots of the 1 liter pop bottles. Dads fine if i piss myself outside but he said ill get in trouble if i piss myself while in the house. Opening and closing legs with leaning well forward and legs raised high up so your thighs are hitting the sides of your bladder is good, i enjoy it. makes me real hard. ok ill block near the end of each class so i can hold it walking. Ive been practicing being confident while hard. Dad really likes me being busting. I lift much harder the more busting i am. you??? Hes fine if i leak a little while lifting. I've been encourage him to massage my bladder even more, and to massage my muscles more. as well as flexing them for him to feel. he massages from all angles. Bladder is pretty full when all the way full. a couple of movies on Saturdays before you pee? how many? Yes I'm desperate as i can be at home and on the trips to town with lots of water before and during trips to town. I will write jack date on my stuff to. I'm not allowed to short the door when i pee so he is willing to watch me pee at home. Good idea about the non perishable food in case of disaster. Bladder will be busting for sports, it might be hard for his to massage my bladder through my polo tucked into cargo shorts, but ill ask if i can change into track clothes. Cant wait for gym class while busting. Ive asked for an hour of tv but he said no. Im currently building up my cardio. yes, fully naked for changing for gym. Good you don't have side burns either. I would enjoy shaving arms and legs but dad wants me very hairy. Sometimes i wrestle friends shirtless. Im not sure dad would like to see how hard i am. I don't think he would ever let me go shirtless at home if i wasn't working out. We live pretty far from our theme park, but i think they have passes you can get. Didn't respond yesterday dad had me very busy. Haha, yeah I know Tennessee isn't really "deep" in the south but its still the south and thats way to deep for me! Ive never been to the jack daniels distillery, but I have been to Memphis and Nashville. Im not really sure why dad hates technology, he always not been a fan of it. Ive been holding it until after inspection and then after chores, he hasn't said anything. Ive been tucking my rod under the waist band so its pointed up and stays in place. When I take my briefs down he handles it the same if I was soft. Yes bladder tight all day. Ok, ill drink a pint of orange juice before chores. piss 20 minutes before time for bus, then again right before going to get the bus, got it. quart water bottle and quart pop bottle full and drink that on the bus. Ill show off as much as I can to the guys. Ill ask if I can get a school lunch. Lots of water before going to the park. if i find i can't stop peeing when i start piss myself use blocking to stop the flow. Ive been doing anywhere between 2 to 2 and a half quarts before bedtime. I asked if he could spank me a little earlier in the night and he said he has to do right before i go to sleep or right when I wake up. I don't know which is worse. A few times i was able to go back to sleep with blocking, but other times i had to go let a little out. It another all boys school, dad doesn't want me to be around girls because he knows I won't focus very well. Dad really likes me busting. I've been busting bad all day at home. I think he would get annoyed if I asked him to watch me pee. I lift over carpet. Wow you play football without the cup??? have you ever got hit in the nuts??? Ive never touched another guys manhood or kissed a guy, but if thats something your into go for it. 3 movies with out pissing??? wow! I wouldn't mind shaving my arms to see who i might like it and wear sleeveless tees but I don't even have a single sleeveless tee. dad checked bladder a few times while watching the seromons. I like not jacking, making me really horny. Thank for the creatine mix instructions, going to need those! "/averageman" "/averageman" · M I only went to Nashville when I was younger, but in Memphis Ive seen a few museums, tours. I love doing inspection then chores with intense morning wood. makes me feel super manly. I leak a lot during morning chores. I really love it. I always have a belt on, but good idea about tightening it. Ive been practicing stopping the leaks. I've gotten pretty good at it. ill practice jumping to. Any suggestions on a good multi vitamin mineral tablet??? Yeah he didn't mind me being hard at inspection as long as i kept my rod tucked upwards behind the waistband, its actually pretty comfortable. Ill keep my belt as tight as I can. Yes, I've been getting dad to massage my bladder and muscles more and more. yes lots of leg opening and closing leaned forward legs raised to make sure i don't spurt. I would love to be rock hard at school and impressing the other boys how much i can drink. We switched schools because it has sports and better classes. they were both private. there is still a uniform of dress shoes, socks, slacks, dress shirt and tie. Yeah really turned on by girls, thats why dad keeps me at a all male school. yeah boys are better at wrestling, i can see why they are more fun. Good balls are safe during football, dad has me wear a cup sometimes to keep them safe. Ill see if he would like to watch me pee. Good idea about the tows during workouts. I will push as hard as I can when bursting! Dad was very impressed with how big bladder is when bursting. Thats good you can watch 2-3 movies while busting and then wrestle. Ive definitely been hard when wrestling with friends. I don't think I would like to touch another guys manhood. Yeah dad checked bladder a few times during sermons. Ive definitely been seeing size and strength gains on all the muscles when working with weights. Last week I went to church busting and it was great! I don't know if ny classmates have been without jacking, we don't really talk about that. I only went to Nashville when I was younger, but in Memphis Ive seen a few museums, tours. I love doing inspection then chores with intense morning wood. makes me feel super manly. I leak a lot during morning chores. I really love it. I always have a belt on, but good idea about tightening it. Ive been practicing stopping the leaks. I've gotten pretty good at it. ill practice jumping to. Any suggestions on a good multi vitamin mineral tablet??? Yeah he didn't mind me being hard at inspection as long as i kept my rod tucked upwards behind the waistband, its actually pretty comfortable. Ill keep my belt as tight as I can. Yes, I've been getting dad to massage my bladder and muscles more and more. yes lots of leg opening and closing leaned forward legs raised to make sure i don't spurt. I would love to be rock hard at school and impressing the other boys how much i can drink. We switched schools because it has sports and better classes. they were both private. there is still a uniform of dress shoes, socks, slacks, dress shirt and tie. Yeah really turned on by girls, thats why dad keeps me at a all male school. yeah boys are better at wrestling, i can see why they are more fun. Good balls are safe during football, dad has me wear a cup sometimes to keep them safe. Ill see if he would like to watch me pee. Good idea about the tows during workouts. I will push as hard as I can when bursting! Dad was very impressed with how big bladder is when bursting. Thats good you can watch 2-3 movies while busting and then wrestle. Ive definitely been hard when wrestling with friends. I don't think I would like to touch another guys manhood. Yeah dad checked bladder a few times during sermons. Ive definitely been seeing size and strength gains on all the muscles when working with weights. Last week I went to church busting and it was great! I don't know if ny classmates have been without jacking, we don't really talk about that. Yes, lots of leakage happens during morning chores. lots of water increase everyday on bus to school until I'm just about to piss myself. Yes rock hard all day from busting. lots of blocking and leg opening and closing really hard on the sides of my swollen bladder. yes full breakfast and lunch. lots of extra leaking with tight belt for chore. School starts tomorrow. Tomorrow ill pee the rest of the way in my jeans during morning chores before going in the house. I love the feeling of pissing fully in jeans. yes I'm pushing my bladder to the max to where I'm leaking while weightlifting. Im really starting to see a difference in muscle strength and size with the creatine! Yes sir doing the workout everyday just like you gave it to me. Yes longer runs! definitely lots of water before runs so I'm pissing myself as i running. I spend about an 30 to 45 minutes lifting a day now. The white crew neck shirts are short sleeved. i wear them under my work shirts, polos, and dress shirts. School makes us wear one to. Yeah dad is feeling my muscles and bladder even more, he's very impressed. The boys at school will be very impressed. Ill do a lot more leg opening and closing at home to make the muscles stronger. Dad doesn't really say anything about how i drink two quarts before bed. Dad has me wear a cup all the time just for protection. Ive been hit quite a few times in the balls. He wears one to a lot. Im so excited to see the eclipse! Yes, super hard and lots more feelings in my prostrate. defiantly getting the urge. yeah very common to piss in soccer. My new school doesn't have woodworking or auto parts, but we do have computer science, and technology. Dad massages my bladder during inspection. I asked if i could block while getting spanked, but dad told me I have to take my spankings like a man and keep my hands on my head. At the new school we have baseball, basketball, cross-country, football, soccer, swimming, tennis, and wrestling. I really enjoy the leakage during morning chores. I love how the feeling of each spurt as it leaks despite the fact than I'm trying so hard not to pee. Yes extra leakage with tighter belt. Its awesome being rock hard from being busting for a piss. Im so glad we started talking. Schools been going good! been super busting and hard. This week I'm doing 2 quarts and then ill start to increase next week. The leg closing makes me start to leak sooner and it defiantly makes me harder. I brought a really big lunch yesterday and today to school. I really like when i piss myself in my work jeans. happens a lot. leaking while weightlifting is great. The towels work out great. dad doesn't mind if lead during workouts as long as i have towels down. he's really impressed how big my bladder is during workouts. yes tuck before getting on bus and drink water as quickly as i can until full. Bus rides about a half an hour to the new school. pissing myself as I'm running is great to. leaks feel great to. yes i do jumps to while i run. love running on a full bladder. I do two 45 minuet workouts. so 3 sets in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. dad likes the gains in my muscle size a bunch he's a lot more involved with my workouts and he had been holding your muscles and feeling them as i flex as i lift. the cup really restricts how hard i can get when I'm out. Ive gotten in a bunch of fights with other guys and in the south its pretty common for you to get punched in the nuts. hurts like hell. dad just knows i drink a lot of water at bedtimes. he's very impressed when he feels my bladder when i wake up. yes super hard and lot more feeling in prostrate. yes sir no jacking. Yes lots of drinking during practice. ill defiantly have teamates feel my full bladder. Im just taking a basic computer class. are you taking any tech classes? School makes me put my uniform back on after practice. Dad makes me wear it for the rest of the day instill i get spanked. new school has a weight room! super pumped about that! Ill see if i can sign up for wrestling as my winter sport. Yeah little fat in me. how tall are you? Ive been going to church only having a pissed a small amount. you definitely can't see my form in a suit at church. yes ill be fully naked in gym and for soccer while putting school uniform in locker before putting your gym or soccer gear on. yes lot more water before and after the belt so you can be busting by time you go to sleep. I agree that taking a spanking while desperate to pee and blocking my piss as my bladder is spasming really hard during the spanking is taking it like a man too, but dad has his rules. I really enjoy the leakage of morning chore. i also like how the spurts feel as i try real hard not to leak. good you’ve been going to football practices holding morning pee and drinking lot before and during practice. yes I’m doing morning workout holding morning pee then doing chores. then afternoon workout when i get home busting. I split the creatine. Ill check out your weight room workout. At my school you have to ask permission to use the wight room, and then you have to be supervised. And my study hall isn’t near gym class,I don’t want to have to change in and out of my uniform twice. I could take wrestling. I would love to. sorry i should have specified. soccer is during an actual period not after school. I am glad we started talking to. I think i could hold more, going up 2 cup on bus, i can do that. and then using blocking to tire out bladder. Yeah a few classmates noticed i was hard, i just told them I’m going with out jacking and then i told them about how I’m expanding my bladder and creating discipline. they don’t really say anything about me opening and closing my legs in class. I’ve been bragging to the other boys that I’m busting for a piss but holding it all day at school because i drawing 2 quarts on the bus. Soccer is good. Im so ready for doing haunted houses busting to pee. Yes leg opening and closing makes you leak sooner and get harder.I don’t know why dad doesn’t want me to eating school lunches. he’s probably just to cheap. It awesome pissing fully in work jeans at end of chore. been do in it for the last couple weeks. I asked if he would wake me up by pressing on my bladder, but he said no. he usually just opens the door and says “up boy” and the i jump out of bed and stand at attention. Yeah I’m blocking regularly during lifting to hold more. yeah i was able to get all the water drank on bus ride. I run in the morning holding morning pee. Ive had 1 male teacher ask for me to take care of it the restroom, so i went to the restroom and tucked up under my belt for that class. but thats it. Yeah me and the other boys do alot of chatting while nude in the locker room and while we shower. Ill see if he will hold my muscles the entire time as your lifting. Bladder gets full by second class. In gym we’ve only take about safe exercise, its been really boring. The fights were nothing major just a few pushes and shoves that lead to getting punched in the nuts. Ive already modified my cup. Thanks for the advise on a comeback. i haven’t been in a fight in a really long time. yeah dad dresses me like a nerd so i wouldn’t be surprised. but thankfully everyone at school wears the same thing, so usually not any fights happen at school. i’m not really an aggressive person either. Ill defiently look into those videos and book about wrestling. yeah dad makes me wear my uniform when I’m going to be spanked. yes lot of drinking before practice and when i get out of last class. 6’4 thats impressive I’m just 6’1. yes busting bad at church. yes the more man i become the less of the belt i get. Bladder is defienly bigger now. gym is my 5th period. Good idea about the computer ill definely do that. Yeah i have an old desk top computer in my room that i use. Dads doesn't know i pee my jeans after i do chores. This Sunday I'm definitely going to church having not pissed yet. Usually i just go a little before, but this week I'm going completely full. I am up front a lot to at my church. i also do collection. What kinda church do go to? I would kill to wear shorts and a polo to church, but as you know dad has me wear an unfitted suit with pleated pants. he buys all my slacks pleated. I would really like to wear the flat front ones. Does dad help pick your clothes out when you go shopping??? Where do you buy clothes from??? yes, gorge on water entire time after last class and on buss home. Bus ride home busting is great! really like the bumps the bus hits. Ill print out your weight room workout and take it with me to weight room. during the school year, dad has me up at 5am. he has me getting ready for bed by 7:30 and the the belt if i get it that day and lights out by 8pm. We just learn soccer and play each other. Ill definitely ask to start using the weight room. yes, ill study soccer books for the next couple of weeks and watch soccer training videos. then switch to studying wrestling books and watching training videos. i already asked in could lift in just gym shorts, but he's making just wear the briefs now. yeah i need to block before both gym and soccer so I’m really hard when naked to show off my man hood. i try to stand fir as long as i can naked when talking with others in locker room. a lot of the other boys stand around naked to. some are also hard. ok, go up one cup a day on bus until i van find my limit where i barely can make it through school without pissing myself. classmates were impressed when i told them I’m going without jacking and training my bladder. A few other said they also went without jacking. yeah that one teacher was pretty mad at me. most of our teacher are men. yeah I’ve been telling other boys that I’m drinking 2 quarts on the bus and that I’m not going to pee all day at school until after last class. yes defiantly shower hard. there is a lot of horsing around that happens in the shower! most of us are naked. yes comparing muscles. Soccer is a little hard on a full bladder, defiantly leaked a little. we have different color in soccer. dad has lots of money he’s just cheap in the way he spends it. dad has always escorted me around town. i would never start a fight in my life, but I’m never going to not participate in one, ya know? I’ve defiantly punched a few folks. dad thinks blacking is very smart. Yes bladder gets full by the end of the first class and i do stay hard all day. i guess safe exercise is just like to make sure were exercising safely? I’m not even sure. yeah i heated up my cup to ben it. yeah were both pretty tall. at this new school everyone boy has to participate in gym, its only 2 days a week. we get taught how to exercise “safely”, and we play sports, and do some lifting. study hall is after gym. ill ask to lift then. i haven’t seen any fights at this new school. yes naked for the belt. I’m definitely going to start saving your messages to the word pobrsesser now. thanks than we talk more often! no theme park lately. yes dad is urging me to get bladder even bigger. on Sunday i do chores after church. I’m defiantly getting harder longer and more often and the feeling In prostrate keeps increasing. ( this is the part i wonder about. my bus got me home at 4. so he would have 3 hours to lift for a hour. eat for close to a hour , then hour homework before getting ready before bed, so if he is being made to work at dads friend ranch after school how is he doing the weightlifting, eating supper and doing homework??? I always had far more then a hour of homework week nights then longer homework to do on weekend when he says he is working at ranch all weekend) Once i finish peeing my jeans after chores, i rinse them off while I'm wearing them with the hose and than leave to dry for the next day. yes dad is encouraging me not to pee, at first he was a little hesitant but now when i wake he actually instructs me not to pee for a while. Last week he didn't want me to pee before church but we agreed to go a little before to play it safe. but this Sunday I'm going to hold it like a man and go to church having not pissed yet. defiantly have water bottles in car so i can gorge on water once i get out of church. yes, gorge on water on Saturday. i don't think anyone has noticed how i can piss like a horse when were out. wow you get to go to a cathedral??? thats cool! dads never bought clothes for me online! usually he takes me to department store for dress clothes or Walmart for work clothes. do you like cowboy boots? have any??? would that be considered weird where you live??? here lots wear cowboy boots. dad lets me wear dress boots with my suit to church. what brand are the dressy shorts you wear to church? I still can't believe you wear shorts so much! we southerners wear pants all year round. yes gorging on water after last class until time to get on bus so i can be super full for the ride home, good idea about sitting in the back to feel extra bumps. ill increase a cup a day. soccer is an earlier class. we have gym Tuesday/Thursday and our sport on the other days. yes I need to learn soccer fast for the next couple of weeks reading books and watching training videos. ill look up dan gable and watch his wrestling videos. wow your naked until you leave for the bus? Yes i will block before gym and soccer to show man hood and also to keep from leaking. yeah dad makes me lift in just briefs now, but he wants me fully clothed the rest of the day. yes bus ride home busting is great. ill try to get undressed as fast as i can in gym and soccer so I’m naked longer. class mates were really impressed that I’m going with out jacking and I’m holding pee. once they felt it, the believed i truly haven’t peed all day. there was actually two others hold theirs to. no comparing manhoods. yeah defiantly keep rod in briefs for that teacher. I’ve been peeing after last class to show the other boys how long and hard i can piss for. they can't believe how long i pee for. i love horsing around in the showers. yes good male bonding. we just horse around standing up. thats a good idea about starting a club. in gym we play kick ball, basketball, and we run the track. he doesn’t go around town me all the time. yes i was able to heat up cup to bend. yes its super cool dad is urging me to get bladder bigger and likes me blocking. yes lots of water in car so i can gorge on water soon as i get in car after church. yeah after Sunday chores is when i lift. yes I’m getting harder more often and feeling still increasing in prostrate. i like the feeling but it is frustrating at times. yeah I’ve been doing the twisting crunches with weight on side twisting up. yes lot of leg opening and closing in class so I’m really hard and class mates know I’m busting.yes I’m able to hold more and more in my sleep. yes rinse jeans off with the hose. yes dad is encouraging me to pee. I don't know he won't wake me by pressing firmly on my bladder. he does that during inspection. yes abs tense up when my bladder tenses up hard. yes have him to massage my bladder a lot. he has me strip down quite often to massage my muscles a lot too. yes he is holding my muscles as I'm lifting now. ill see if i can lift naked. he really likes me drinking 2 quarts on bus then not peeing all day at school until after school. Tomorrow for church, dad says i can't pee before church so ill be busting at church, and then were going out to go eat breakfast, and then ill have to do chores, so ill have to wait until after. ill definitely have to do blocking if i feel like I'm going to leak at church. no never had others standing beside me with dad seeing me piss. Thats good you help the teaches with the gang kinds. i don't know why we always wear pants here, maybe its because so many wear boots, and you can't wear shorts with boots. If you go out lots of the women are in shorts but most of the men its pants. but you have to remember i live in the intense "country" part of Tennessee. My church is big to. yes filling water bottles up so i can drink them on the bus. yes will increases water a cup a day on buss until i start to leak a bit in class. we got the store brand multi vitamin mineral tablets. no draw string on the shorts for soccer. jumping and running is defiantly hard when busting. yes i get super hard from it. we all have to wear briefs for soccer. coach is making all they guys wear them. defiantly going to have to study soccer and wrestling videos. ill sign up for wrestling on monday. yes the other boys are impressed with me staying hard all day. lifting in briefs is fine. he won't let be naked. ill have to answer your other questions later yes dad is constantly encouraging me to my my pee. i asked if he would press on my bladder to wake me up but he said no, i think your right, he knows i would piss the bed. so he just sticks to his usual abrupt military awakening. he's very impressed how big my bladder is in the morning. church went good. no accidents. i woke up busting. it was defiantly a long service. my duties at church was so hard. my legs were shaking most of the time, then we went to breakfast and when we got there dad made me sit and watch him pee. that was rough. then we got home and dad watched me as i did chores. he was testing me all morning until i finally just pissed. yes definitely using that pent up energy from not jacking for weightlifting. we wear short sleeved shirts a lot just not tank tops. yes I keep increasing water on bus to school until leaking more then a few spurts even with blocking. the bus ride home is really hard. yes other boys are impressed with me being hard all day. i didn't really have a reason for the name. just came to me i guess. i know, we do have so much to talk about! dad has me working for one his friends on their ranch in the afternoon and the weekends, so thats been eating up a lot of time. plus i have lots of homework. Ive been holding 3 quarts at school this passed week! which is great! I'm super busting. i leak a lot during gym/soccer. yes dad is very impressed how big bladder is for morning. I’ve pretty much found my limit on how much i can drink before bed. what do you mean by sleeveless tees? short sleeved or tank top??? yes my duties were very tough at church and legs were shaking but i held it. dad made me come in the bathroom and watch him pee to create discipline. yes dad inspected my jeans during chores to make sure there was no leakage. my legs were trembling at this point. abs were very tense. then once i finished my work he let me piss my jeans. it felt unbelievable. i was really hard. yes using pent up energy for lifting. weight room is great! been doing your workout. i found almost everything. i had to google a few things. they don’t have a leg curls leg extension, but they did have a lat bar pull down. i had to do chest flys on a setup ramp. its a pretty small weight room. dad really liked me holding it for church, restaurant, and chores. he says thats going to be mandatory from now on. he’s now starting to punish me by not letting me pee now. which i prefer over getting spanked. I’m defiantly more confident in holding it from my experience last Sunday. yes bus ride home had been tough. very hard. only a few tine leaks. yeah dad made me tighten my belt at church. yes my bladder is super tight and leaking a lot with lot to drink before lifting and running. dad likes holding my muscles while I’m lifting. no haven’t sat between his legs yet. gym and soccer is going really well. what about your sports? i bet a few people noticed i was busting at church. when i made my account i wanted to just be an “average” person, and i am male. so average man is was. yes he had me drink lots of water to hold for saturday. it was really tough watching him pee at the restaurant, i was sweating with my belt super tight in my hot black suit. when we got home before i changed into my work clothes and boots, my briefs undershirt and dress shirt were drenched. studying soccer is good. yes I’m all signed up for wrestling. ill see if i can stay in briefs at home a little bit. we have to run a mile in gym everyday. yes i like chatting naked with different groups. dad loves I’m doing sports again. that why we changes schools. I turned 18 last month. I’m pretty sure the public schools have sports teams playing against other sports teams. i was very hard at church and the resturant. pretty much everytime im busting im hard. the combination of pain and pleasure is something i like.
  23. Desperate Friendships

    This is a HP omo I've been writing forever. It's extremely long at this point, and I doubt anyone will be interested in reading the entire thing, but I know I'm always looking for male HP omo, so I thought I might as well post my own. The story covers a lot, and goes from mainly dealing with Harry/Draco, to a split story involving Snape caring for a de-aged Harry/Draco. There's some Ron/Hermione stuff going on in later chapters as well. Just as a warning, the first chapters deal with some darker themes that I think are necessary for the story's beginning. This mainly involves child abuse at the hands of Lucius and the Dursleys, but please keep in mind that the rest of the story is not this violent or intense. I just needed to create a sense of vulnerability in order to get the characters to where I wanted them, so please don't judge just on this one chapter--the rest of the story is much different! Please let me know if you'd like to see more, and I'll be happy to post the next chapters! This chapter is insanely long, but I couldn't find a good way to split it up! Chapter 1: Harry sighed as he hurried to dinner with Ron, dreading the detention he would be forced to endure after they ate. Only Professor Snape would force students into detention the night before the summer vacation was to begin. While the other teachers allowed students the freedom to reflect on their year and all that they had learned, essentially neglecting to teach anything at all that last day of term, the Potions Master had assigned a potion far more advanced than what had characteristically been asked of sixth years. Attempting the potion had placed all of the students on edge, who knew that Snape would more than likely take any opportunity he could to fail them all at the last moment. It was no surprise, then, that as soon as Draco began in on his taunting games, Harry barely stood it for two moments before speaking back to the blonde boy. The argument escalated into the two boys going at each other, and Draco intentionally knocking over Harry’s cauldron filled with the beginnings of his potion. Snape had been furious, insisting that another student could have been seriously harmed by the contents of Harry’s cauldron, and chided Harry for riling Draco up. They had both been sentenced to a night of detention. “If I could hold you here past the end of term,” Snape had sneered, “I would.” It was five minutes to seven by the time Harry finally decided to leave the dining hall. He said a cursory "goodbye" to as many people as he could before hurrying out of the large oak doors and literally running to the dungeons. Draco was there when he arrived, sitting straight-backed in a chair with his hands folded on his lap in front of him, obviously intending to embarrass Harry for being the second to arrive. Harry sneered at the blonde before taking the other seat, next to Draco. Professor Snape entered his office shortly thereafter, carrying what looked like a stone basin and placing it on his desk. Harry recognized the object as a pensieve. "The two of you provide me with more problems than any other students in my classes. Would either of you care to enlighten us as to why?" He asked. The boys blinked blankly at him, knowing any answer they could think of would more than likely enrage their professor. He didn’t exactly give off the impression of being in a good mood. "Mr. Potter?" Snape prompted, his black eyes boring into the boy. "I don't know, sir," Harry answered, trying hard to meet the gaze and not look away. "Hm." He said, not pleased. "Mr. Malfoy?" "We're different people, sir," Draco answered after a moment, not daring to mention that he thought Harry was the scum of the earth and didn't deserve any of the fame he found at Hogwarts. "Ah. Different people," Snape mocked. "So that means that every person who is different from another should show the same disrespect towards me that the two of you do, Mr. Malfoy?" "N-no, sir, of course not," Draco mumbled, wishing that he had simply given a cheap answer, like Potter had. Snape sighed, leaning forward in his chair and onto his desk, making the boys uncomfortable. "Well, we're going to try something different today, something suggested to me by your head of house, actually, Mr. Potter." The boys watched nervously, wondering how bad their punishment would be, as Snape pushed forward the stone basin, took out a corked bottle filled with a shimmery fog-like substance and placed it next to the basin. "What is this?" He asked. "A pensive, sir," Harry answered after leaving Draco a moment to chime in. "Ah. Finally a right answer, Mr. Potter," Snape teased, eliciting a stifled snicker from Draco which the professor ignored. "A pensive," Snape continued, "that will allow us to see that you are not so different after all. Let me warn you, you will not like what you are going to see. Embarrassment is the word for tonight's detention, as eliciting every other emotion from the two of you has not yet worked. I keep finding myself suffering through detentions for the sole purpose of disciplining you two miscreants, and I do not intend to continue in this manner. I hope that you will be embarrassed enough by what you will see that you will refrain from misbehaving, as another infraction will result in further embarrassing knowledge imparted to both myself and your fellow student. We are going to enter into your memories, and find your most embarrassing moments. Mind you, I have no idea what these are, perhaps the two of you don't either. Maybe you're thinking that you don't have an embarrassing moment. We shall see." By now Harry and Draco were extremely nervous, hearts beating quickly as they thought about what their teacher and enemy would soon know about them. "Mr. Malfoy, by spilling Mr. Potter’s potion today, you won yourself the position of going first." Malfoy swallowed audibly, "Yes, sir," he choked out. Snape lifted his wand towards Draco, mumbled a spell, and silently pulled a strand of memory from the boy’s mind. Before long, both Snape and Harry were inside the mind of Draco. They saw a large bedroom with a canopy bed in the middle of it... The three were entered into a memory from two years ago. Draco was fifteen years old, sleeping in a room that must have been his bedroom at his parents’ Manor House. It was a warm summer’s night, and Draco was dozing under little more than a thin sheet, the windows opened wide to let in a semblance of a breeze. Just as Harry was beginning to wonder if Snape had pulled the wrong memory, he watched the memory Draco begin to squirm around in bed and saw the unmistakable grasp the boy gave to his crotch. Draco obviously had to pee, but he was not yet awake. The real Draco wanted this to stop, was doing everything in his power to will the memory to change. He knew what was coming, and it was not something he wished to re-live in front of his most hated enemy and most revered Professor. He began to feel outrage against Professor Snape; this was a violation of privacy, and his father would not be pleased to learn of this mistreatment. But, as he continued to watch, he began to realize just what night this memory was from, and he knew he would never approach his father about that night. Curling into the fetal position, memory Draco pressed his thighs together and moved his hips from side to side. But, only a moment later, the boy relaxed and began peeing in bed. Draco’s cheeks flushed red. He knew exactly what it had felt like, the trickles of wetness snaking down his legs and streaming into the mattress until he was lying in a pool of urine. His underwear and shorts would become saturated, and he would wake in mid-stream, his heart beating quickly as he felt the shame and fear of what he was doing. Sure enough, a slightly abashed Snape and Harry saw as the memory-Draco woke slowly, and, realizing what was happening, sat up and grabbed at his crotch to stop the flow. But it was useless. The wetness spread fast around the boy, sheets darkening no matter how much Draco squeezed and squirmed. Harry had not been expecting this in the slightest, but little did he know it was all about to get much worse. “Does Master Draco need a change of clothing?” a voice whispered from the corner of the room. It was the Malfoy’s house elf, Dobby. Harry recognized him at once. Draco often let Dobby sleep in the corner of his room in the summer months because the kitchen reached extremely warm temperatures. He had forgotten that Dobby was in the room that night, but now he remembered that, if it weren’t for that stupid elf, he may have gotten away with it all. “Uhhh,” memory Draco mumbled, his heart beating fast when he realized he had already been caught. “No. No that’s alright, Dobby.” Dobby stood up to walk closer to Draco. “But Master Draco has used his bed,” Dobby told him. “He is all wet. Dobby will get clean sheets for the young Master.” “I don’t need them,” Draco whispered sharply. He did not want Dobby skittering around the house making noise. The elf was prone to knocking over vases in the hallway or falling off of the linen closet shelves. He was bound to wake up his parents. “Master Draco is sad that he messed his bed,” Dobby said, reaching forward to lay a hand on Draco’s. Draco yanked his arm away, cursing the fact that the elf was treating him as he had when he was five. “Dobby will clean him up in no time.” Draco shoved Dobby’s hand away from the bed. “F*** off and leave me alone!” Draco shot at Dobby in a tensely loud whisper. Dobby looked at Draco in surprise. He retreated back to the corner and burst into tears. Draco hurried out of bed and over to Dobby in an attempt to keep him from crying. “Dobby, shut up,” Draco said quite untactfully. The elf only cried louder. “Don’t cry, Dobby. I’m sorry. Just be quiet.” Draco glanced back and forth between the door and the crying house-elf, shushing him desperately. Dobby sunk to the floor and hid his face in his hands. “The young master doesn’t trust Dobby!” He wailed. “The young master forgets that Dobby changed his diapers!” Draco flushed red in embarrassment as the elf jumped up off the floor and ran to the closet. He opened the door and placed his fingers on the door jam, ready to close it tight against them. “Dobby has failed the young master,” he said, and slammed the closet door tight against his fingers, sending him screeching back in pain. “Stop that, Dobby!” Draco said, forgetting to whisper. He yanked at the house-elf, attempting to get him far away from the closet. He wrestled Dobby to the ground, attempting to pin his arms back above his head. He stopped when he heard a voice from above him. “What is the meaning of this?” Lucius boomed from the doorway. Draco’s heart sunk. His father stood at the entrance to his bedroom, enraged. “Father, I—“ “The young master has messed his bed,” Dobby said in an attempt to explain Draco’s actions and keep him from punishment. Despite his good intentions, Draco knew that it was the worst thing the elf could have said. “I do not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. Draco, come here,” Lucius ordered. He was so calm Draco knew he must be angrier than usual. Draco pushed himself off of the floor to stand next to Dobby, but stepped only a few inches closer to his father. “Come here,” Lucius said, pointing to the space next to him. Draco tried fruitlessly to cover his wet crotch with his hands as he walked next to his father. Lucius swatted his hands away, and Draco stood in his soaked shorts, the smell of urine strong on him. He had never wanted his father to hear him; he should have just let Dobby do what he wanted. Now, his father would be disappointed in him. He tried not to cry, blinking furiously to keep back the tears of shame. Lucius flipped on the lights and stared at the wetness spread across Draco’s crotch and down his legs. He cleared his throat and walked to the bed in the middle of the room, pulling back the sheet despite the fact that the wetness was clearly visible through it. He turned to Dobby and pointed for him to leave. The house-elf turned to go, giving a sympathetic glance towards Draco. After he had left, Lucius closed the bedroom door. “Draco, how old are you?” Lucius asked cooly, knowing the answer fully well. “Father—I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled. “It was---“ “How. old. are. you.” Lucius repeated, emphasizing each word in his anger. “Fifteen, father.” “And what have you just done?” Lucius stood closer than Draco would like. He had to fight against taking a step backwards towards the wall. “Father, I won’t--,” Draco began, his cheeks flushed red. He did not want to be forced any more embarrassment. He felt like he still had to pee and squeezed his crotch when his father was turned away. “What have you just done?” Lucius said louder, as close to yelling as he ever came. “I…I’ve had an accident,” Draco mumbled. Lucius stared down at him and stepped closer. That was not the answer he wanted. “I peed in my pants and my bed,” Draco said louder, his hands held out in front of him, begging him not to come closer. His father revelled in making Draco feel anything but a man, and Draco feared he was about to be hit. “My fifteen-year-old son will not show such a horrible lack of control. Apparantly he is still a pee-pants baby. When will you ever grow up and learn control?” Lucius barked, standing uncomfortably close to his son, glaring down at him. Draco hung his head, having nothing to say. His father grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the wet bed. “I will not have a baby for a son,” he sneered. He shoved Draco against the bed. “Put your face in it.” Draco looked up at his father in disbelief. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Slowly, Draco lowered his face onto the mattress. The pee still felt faintly warm. It wet his face and went up his nose. The plastic sheet his mother had placed on his bed when he was seven had kept the liquid from soaking down into the mattress. She had resorted to the muggle solution so that Lucius would not be able to detect the drying spells and become angry. The plastic sheet always shamed Draco. While at Hogwarts, he felt strong and grown-up. His attitude always shifted to that of a little boy as soon as he came home for a holiday and slept on the slippery plastic sheet. Lucius grabbed the back of Draco’s neck and shoved his face further into the bed. The smell of pee was too strong for Draco to take and he choked, his coughs wetting his lips and tongue with pee. “You’re a pee-pants baby. You’re not even a Malfoy. You’re nothing!” Lucius smacked Draco hard on his backside, spanking him despite the wetness spread across the seat of his pants. “I bet you like wetting yourself, you little pervert. You’re a weak-willed bed-wetter and you’ll never amount to anything!” Draco struggled against crying out as his father spanked him again and again. He held his crotch with one hand that he hoped his father didn’t see, knowing that if his father didn’t stop soon he was going to wet himself again. He thought his bladder was empty, but the fear suddenly made him afraid he would lose control while fully awake. He was relieved when Lucius stopped the spanking. However, If Draco had known the alternative, he would have gladly taken them without complaint. “If you like wetting yourself so much, why don’t you do it now?” Lucius asked. Draco looked up in confusion, pleading with his eyes for his father to leave him alone. He was caught between wanting to crawl under the bed and cry and wanting to slug his father in the face while he told him to screw off. “I’m sorry Father, it…it won’t happen again,” Draco promised. A flash of anger showed on Lucius’s face. He once again grabbed Draco by the back of the neck and shoved his face into the cooling pool of urine. “Do not make false promises,” he hissed into his ear. Without thinking, Draco yanked backwards, knocking his father in the chin with the back of his head. He hadn’t meant to hit against him; he had just been trying to get away. He just wanted to be left alone. He wasn’t a child, despite the soaked bed, and he didn’t appreciate being treated like one. When Draco turned to face his father, Lucius slapped him across the mouth. Caught unaware, Draco stumbled backwards. Instead of drawing more anger out of the boy with the violence, Draco was suddenly submissive once again. He had learned long ago that his father was stronger and meaner than he could ever be. Lucius dragged Draco to the center of the room and conjured a liter of water. “Drink this.” He ordered, passing the jug towards his son. Draco took the water in his hands hesitantly. “Drink!” Lucius yelled, approaching Draco as if he would hit him again. Draco quickly brought the bottle to his lips and began drinking. He chugged the water quickly, knowing his father would make things worse were he to dawdle. His stomach felt full very quickly, filling up with water and making him feel sick to his stomach. When he was only halfway done, he felt that he would not be able to drink anything more. Water began spilling down his front onto his t-shirt.. “All of it,” Lucius ordered. Draco swallowed the final gulps painfully, his stomach filled more than he could remember. “Recite the Malfoy values,” Lucius said. The Malfoys had long ago written up a list of values which their family prided themselves on. To Lucius, it was the Bible. He re-wrote the values, adding in his own ideas, and had them framed. A list hung in every room. Draco could see the values hung above his bed, but he did not need to read them; his father had made sure he knew them by heart long ago. “Respect for other Malfoys,” Draco began. “Control in all situations. Strength to overcome the weak. Loyalty to the true Lord. Manhood above all. Courage to achieve greatness.” “Repeat,” Lucius stated. Draco was made to stand in front of his father, who sat on the bench at the end of Draco’s bed, watching him recite the values for over half an hour. As he repeated the values, Draco knew exactly what it was his father was waiting for, and eventually Draco could not help but make it known that he had to pee. He doubted that he would have even needed the liter of water which his father forced him to drink in order to feel the need to pee; he had already needed to due to the fear his father placed upon him. Draco tried not to let his father know he was getting desperate, but he could not help shifting from side to side slightly. “What was that, again?” Draco cleared his throat and willed his bladder to behave. “Control in all situations,” Draco repeated. Lucius nodded. “Good,” he said. Draco stood silent, waiting for what his father would say next. He knew he had a plan in making him drink all the water. He knew there was no way Draco would be allowed to use the bathroom; he just hoped his Father would leave him alone to wet himself in private. “Now, pee.” Draco stared at his father and his whole face flushed red. “Wh-what?” Draco asked. He did not think he had heard his father correctly. “Spread your legs, and pee,” Lucius ordered. Draco got so nervous that he was forced to squeeze his crotch suddenly; he had been about to wet himself. Suddenly, he was four years old again, being ordered where and when to pee in Lucius’s twisted version of toilet training. Draco quickly pulled his hand away when he realized that now his father certainly knew that he was getting desperate. Draco had thought his father would make him hold his pee until he had an accident. He was not prepared for his father’s order to pee himself intentionally. “I—I c-cant,” Draco whispered. He took a step backwards, towards the wall. Lucius stood up and approached his son, who could not help from taking another step backwards. Lucius grabbed Draco by the neck and put him back into position, smacking his backside hard. “A Malfoy never says ‘can’t’,” Lucius sneered. “Lucius? Draco? Is everything alright?” Draco’s mother was calling to them from behind Draco’s locked bedroom door. Draco was relieved; he hoped her presence would end his torture. Lucius opened the door. “Come in. You are not to speak one word. Your son is learning what it means to be a Malfoy.” “Draco, honey? Are you—“ his mother began. Lucius raised his hand as if he were about to hit Narcissa and she became silent. He led her to the end of Draco’s bed and sat her down on the bench next to him. She looked concerned as she took in the wet bed and Draco’s wet clothes. She had tried for many years to hide Draco’s bedwetting from Lucius, but he always seemed to find out. Draco stood with his legs crossed. “Alright, son. Go ahead.” Lucius ordered. Draco cleared his throat. He squirmed in place. “Please, Father. I’m sorry. I’ll—” “I won't tell you again!” Lucius yelled. He was getting impatient. Draco glanced at his mother, and could just barely make out that she was nodding her head. She was giving him permission, telling him to do what he had to in order to appease his father. She never knew how to deal with Lucius when he was in one of his moods, and knew that any defiance on Draco’s part—or her own—would anger him further, and he would take to hitting them. Draco slowly stepped out until his legs were shoulder-length apart. He was bright red from embarrassment, and knew that he was shaking. “pee,” Lucius told him. Narcissa had started crying silently. Lucius did not notice. Draco knew that he had to pee, but he could not make himself wet in his pants with his parents watching. He had been taught to control his bodily functions above all else; it was the reason it was such a catastrophe when he had begun wetting his bed. He was consciously aware of his underwear up against his crotch. He did not feel right about intentionally letting his pee out when he was still clothed, even if his briefs were already soaked. “Do it!” Lucius yelled. Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax his bladder muscles. He tried to convince himself that it was alright for him to pee on his bedroom floor. He came close to letting out his pee, but at the last moment he tensed up, and held it in. Sighing, he tried to forget about the fabric against his crotch and took a deep breath. As he let out the breath, he felt a small trickle of pee wet the front of his underwear, but he unconsciously stopped as soon as he felt the wetness soaked up by his clothing. It took another minute or two to start the trickle up again. He spread his legs wider, so that the leg holes of his underwear, which were too big for him as they had recently been Lucius’s, gaped away from his skin. Lucius passed down underwear to Draco in a sick show of fatherly control, just so Draco would always remember who provided for him. He closed his eyes one more time and let go, and when a trickle of pee began he pushed with his bladder muscles until the trickle became a small stream, and then he could not have stopped even if he wanted to. Pee streamed out of him into his underpants and shorts and onto the floor. His briefs began to become soaked once again, and he soon felt pee streaming down his legs. As he lost full control and peed full-force, spurting pee as his cheeks reddened, he heard the splash of liquid against the hardwood floor. The relief was almost greater than the embarrassment, and Draco kept his eyes closed as the warmth of his pee enveloped his legs, streaming down his thighs and calves and pooling around his bare feet. Pee streamed through his underwear directly onto the floor, a strong stream flowing right through his briefs. When he felt himself begin to become hard from the relief, he quickly opened his eyes to see his parents staring back at him. His father leered, as if this proved that Draco was nothing more than a baby. His mother had turned away, unable to watch and crying for her son. The embarrassment of his parents’ presence took any sexual pleasure out of the act, and he felt shamed as the final spurts of pee wet his pants. The puddle underneath Draco stretched from one foot to the other; Draco stood in the hot liquid and just had the desire to lie down in the pool and fall asleep. He only wanted the night to be over. “Weakling,” Lucius spat. “Go to bed.” He stood up from the bench. “You are not to leave this room until breakfast.” He turned and left the room. “Are you alright?” Narcissa asked her son quietly, after his father had left. Draco nodded, unable to make eye contact. He was humiliated. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Narcissa turned to Draco and took his hand, guiding him out of the pool of wetness towards the far side of his room. He did not want her to touch him, and her hand in his own only made him feel like a child. But, he knew she thought it was helping, and that she would be hurt were he to pull away. He allowed her to lead him back to his bed, and he tried not to cringe. His mother was still crying as she found a towel hanging on the back of Draco’s door and mopped up what she could of his mattress. She dared not remove the pee from the floor. As she worked, Draco held himself, willing his mother to leave so that he could pee the rest of the water out of him. He had willfully stopped himself when he could gain control; he did not want to give his father the satisfaction of him losing complete control. But he knew he could not hold it much longer, and as his mother worked to clean his bed as best she could with only a towel, he felt himself losing control once again. “Mother?” Narcissa turned around to find Draco hunched over, his hands between his legs, holding himself tightly. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she guided him back to the end of his bed, to the pool of urine on the floor. “It’s alright, Draco,” she whispered, nodding. She turned away, standing with her back to her son. Draco squirmed with his need to pee. He stepped into the liquid and squatted, resting on his haunches. He knew he would be better able to let go in such a position. Were his mother not in the room, he would have stripped down, but he was far too exhausted and embarrassed. Sighing as his muscles let go, he began to pee again into his briefs, urine streaming through his wet underwear into the pool below. He pushed the pee out quickly, just wanting the shame to be over. It splashed loudly into the urine already on the floor, sending splatters up onto his feet and ankles. His shorts hung low on his hips, heavy with stinking urine. When he had finished, his mother helped him into bed. She wanted to help him change into clean underwear, but knew Lucius would find out and take it out on Draco. Besides, dry clothes would just get wet when Draco lay down in his wet bed. She stroked Draco’s forehead and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, baby,” she said. Draco flushed at the endearment and Narcissa realized her mistake. “Sorry,” she sighed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” She crossed the room. “Everything will be alright in the morning,” she said, before turning out the lights. ---
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