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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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).
  6. 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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  9. Potter's Desperation

    Harry Potter was not a happy wizard. Earlier that day he had woken up to a wet bed - for the eighth night in a row - and had gotten into a minor duel with Draco Malfoy in the corridor before breakfast. Flich, of course, had to be the one that caught them and took them to McGonnagal. Sick of their constant fighting, McGonnagal decided to force the two to cooperate. She'd ordered them to pack a bag, telling them that they were going to be spending the weekend away from their dorms. Nervous, Harry walked slowly back to McGonnagal's office after packing his bag. He'd be spending the weekend with Malfoy. He wasn't sure what that entailed, but with Harry's growing bedwetting problem and occasional day wetting problems Harry wasn't sure he'd survive with his pride intact. He came upon the office door and was unable to dally any longer. Knocking and getting a response, Harry opened the dooe hesitantly. Malfoy was already back, looking as if someone had stuffed an entire lemon in his mouth. "Follow me, boys," McGonnagal ordered, and took off quickly down the corridor not waiting for the boys to follow her. Glaring at one another, they complied, chasing after their professor as she made her way through the castle, opening doors and turning paths that Harry had not explored before. He wasn't even sure they were on the Map. Malfoy looked as lost as he did, so Harry was sure this part of the castle was long forgotten by the students, making the young Gryffindor more nervous with each passing second. Finally, McGonnagal stopped in front of a tall oak door. She turned to her students giving them a calculating glare. "This room was built by the founders when they first discovered how volitile young Gyrffindors and Slytherins can be towards one another." she started. "The room was used to house problem students, keeping them there until they could learn to get along." Harry gulped at that. He and Malfoy were like fire and water; it would take years for the boys to solve their problems, if ever. "However," McGonnagal continued, "that rule was disbanded many years ago. These days the room is hardly used, and only in extreme circumstances. It was also changed to allow students to leave after three days. Locking them up in here for weeks or months caused a drastic slip in grades." "So we'll only have to be in here until Monday morning?" Harry asked. "Yes. However, after speaking with Professors Dumbledore and Snape we decided that it would be best to have you stay in this room every weekend until you learn to get along." "WHAT!" Shrieked Malfoy, aghast. "Do not ask me to repeat myself, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall warned. "The house elves will provide you with your meals and will unlock the door Monday morning in time for your first class." With that she swished her wand and the door opened. "This is a time of war; you two are the leaders of your houses, and in order for us to win this war you two need to set aside your personal differences and get along. "You are also required to surrender your wands while you are in the room. You will not be needing magic, and you clearly cannot be trusted not to do bodily harm to each other when unsupervised." Glaring at the grumbles of protest, Harry grudgingly gave his professor his wand. Malfoy slowly gave his wand up as well, although Harry swore he heard Malfoy mummer something about his father hearing about this. She hustled the two into the room, shutting it behind them quickly. Harry heard the door lock behind them. Resigned, Harry looked at the room they were in. It was an average sized room, done in tones of soft browns and creams. Two beds were at the far wall, night tables and dressers beside them. Closer to the door was a large fireplace, a sofa and two armchairs facing it. A bookshelf stood off to the side, and opposite it was a door Harry assumed lead to the bathroom. No place for Harry to really avoid Malfoy, however, the more pressing problem was that Harry was not seeing a way to hide his nighttime problem from his arch enemy. Thinking about his bladder made Harry realize that his bladder soon needed release. He sat his bag down on one of the beds and was just about to turn to the bathroom when Malfoy stormed his way past, heading for the loo. "Hey, I was about to go in there." Harry protested. "Too slow Potter. I need a shower. A Malfoy is expected to look his best at all times, even when there is no one important around to see him." With that he shut the door, leaving Harry and his bladder on the wrong side of the bathroom. Harry heard the shower turn on, the sound of running water making his bladder twinge. It wasn't a desperate twinge, not yet, and Harry figured he could wait it out and he set about unpacking his things. Half an hour later the shower was still running and Harry began to grow desperate. He had taken a seat by the fireplace and tried to read his new Quidditch book, but he couldn't stop squirming. If Malfoy took much longer Harry wasn't sure he could wait it out without accident. Gathering up his willpower Harry turned back to his book, doing his best to ignore his persistant bladder. He was sixteen years old and he could damn well act like it. Ten minutes later Harry heard the shower shut off. Finally, Harry though, setting his book aside, preparing himself to rush to the loo the second Malfoy vacated the room. His bladder had turned painful and he couldn't stop himself from squirming at the prospect of soon being able to release himself. Harry, however, underestimated the time it would take Malfoy to get dressed after his shower. Ten more minutes had passed and still the Slytherin boy hadn't come out. Harry was beginning to panic. He no longer tried to restrain his squirming. He crossed his legs, but that was no help. Minutes more passed and Harry knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would loose it. Glancing at the bathroom door Harry decided he had to chance asking Malfoy how much longer he'd be. "Oi! Malfoy! Would you hurry up in there?" "A Malfoy's beauty takes time to complete." Came the muffled response. Harry groaned in fustration. If a Malfoy's beauty took too much longer to complete Harry wouldn't make it. The pressure just kept building and building. Harry's hand began to slip its way down to his penis, grabbing himself through his jeans and squeezing, trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure. It worked for a minute, and Harry began to relax a bit. Inside the bathroom Malfoy turned on the tap, the sound carrying outside to Harry's weak and protesting bladder. His slightly relaxed bladder couldn't take it, and he released a few drops of golden liquid into his boxers before he could grasp himself tighter, moaning. Harry was now completely tense and unable to keep still. His leg was jiggling, and his left hand was reaching down to join his other hand in grasping himself. He squeezed tighter as he felt a sharp pain flow through his lower abdomen. His bladder strained, and he couldn't stop a small squirt from leaking out into his now damp boxers. Harry grit his teeth, crossed his legs, and hoped to Merlin Malfoy would get out of that bathroom. Harry wasn't sure he could last any longer. More minutes passed and Harry found it harder and harder to keep himself dry. He heard the tap turn off just as his bladder let go for a few seconds. Regaining control of his aching bladder was much harder this time, and Harry looked down to find a small dark spot in the crotch of his jeans. Just as Harry wasn't sure he would last a minute longer Malfoy exited the bathroom. Harry jumped to his feet, his bladder leaking more drops out as he moved. Ignoring Malfoy's snide comments, Harry quickly pushed past him, slamming the door shut as he finally made it to the loo. However, those last, desperate, steps had been Harry's undoing. His poor bladder could take no more and Harry stood in the middle of the bathroom, his bladder emptying itself. It was all Harry could do not to moan loudly in pleasure as the golden puddle gathered at his feet. As the final drops escaped, reality hit Harry like a bludger. Here he was, wandless and stuck in a room with Draco Malfoy, surrounded by a puddle of his own pee. How would he clean up this mess? Thinking quickly, Harry pulled off his sodden jeans and boxers, using them to mop up the puddle. He wet his shirt in the sink and used it to clean up the remaining traces of his accicent, throwing it all in the hamper when he was done. Luckily, the hmaper was still charmed to send any dirty clothes directly to the house elves for cleaning, so Malfoy would never know. Harry hopped in the shower, thinking to himself that this weekend was going to feel more like a week if Malfoy kept hogging the bathroom. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do about his nighttime wettings. This is my very first time ever writing a fic of any kind, so please be kind. Constructive criticism is welcome, as is undying love. Keep in mind I wrote this in about an hour, and it's not edited. Mistakes are sure to appear. If people seem to like this I'll probably contiune when I have time.
  10. I'd been doing a long hold tonight. Started with a few cups of tea before dinner followed by a steady pint of water every half hour for the last three hours whilst I'd been re-watching the first 3 episodes of season 6 of Game of Thrones. It'd got to the point where I'm now a very definite 9 on the need-to-pee scale. I poured myself another pint of water yet in all honesty I didn't know how much longer I can hold on. I was squirming around like mad and desperately grabbing hold of my cock at every opportunity. I had the feeling that it wouldn't be very long before I ended up totally peeing myself in my boxers and chinos! Well in the end I just couldn't hold it anymore and I ended up having a massive wetting in my boxers and chinos as my poor bulging bladder couldn't take anymore and I ended up having a much needed release totally wetting myself and making a large and loud pissy puddle underneath me! I managed to take some pictures of my "accident" as I lost control and completely flooded myself. What a mess! I'm now sitting at my PC drenched in my own pee, cold and soaking yet it's what I deserve for thinking I could hold on for so long! Even as I type this I can feel the need to go yet again (testament to huge amount of liquids I consumed tonight), I think the only suitable punishment is to peel off my sopping chinos and pull my pyjama trousers over my soaked boxers and climb into bed knowing full well that I'll probably awake to having peed the bed when my aching bladder gives up during the night
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  12. View File Male - Wetting My Boxers in the Shower Waited until about noon to take my morning pee after drinking lots of water...after enough headed to the shower and let it go while very aroused and hard. Felt great hope you enjoy :) Submitter WettingFan91 Submitted 06/19/2017 Category Peeing  
  13. Desperate Maths Lesson

    I shift position in my seat, leaning forwards and crossing my ankles underneath my chair as I try to concentrate on what my teacher is saying. I glance up at the clock on the wall and bite my lip. 1.40pm. Great. Only 10 minutes into a 2 hour maths lesson and I’m absolutely aching for a piss. I’ve been needing to go pretty badly since the start of lunchtime, just over an hour ago, but I was catching up with coursework so I never got chance to relieve myself. On the way to my maths classroom I took a detour to the boy’s toilets, only to find them locked. I sigh quietly, resigning myself to a long and desperate lesson before I can finally empty my steadily filling bladder. I take some comfort in the fact that we’re usually let out for a quick break after the first hour, which will give me time to go and have a nice relieving pee. The tables in the maths classroom are laid out in rows, with two people sitting at each table. I’m sat in my assigned seat right at the back of the room next to a girl named Steph, who I’ve got to know pretty well since we’ve been sat next to each other most of the year. She has long light brown hair, which today she is wearing tied back, with piercing green eyes and a gorgeous smile. We get on well and spend a lot of time chatting to each other without doing much work, and often our maths teacher, a fairly attractive curvy woman in her early 30s named Miss Jackson, gets pretty annoyed with us. I fidget in my seat, listening to Miss Jackson drone on about algebra, wishing I hadn’t drunk so much water during morning lessons, and that can of Coke at lunchtime. I try to keep my squirming discreet, however, since I don’t want Steph to notice that I need to pee, for a couple of reasons. One being that I’m incredibly shy about letting on that I need to go, and the other being that last week I was lucky enough to be sitting next to Steph in an English lesson when she mentioned that she was ‘bursting for the loo’. I teased her relentlessly that lesson, tickling her, talking about rivers and dripping taps, whispering water sounds in her ear, and was less than sympathetic when the teacher turned down her request for a toilet break and told her she’d have to hold on until the end of the lesson. If Steph caught on that I had to piss, she was bound to do everything she could to get her own back on me. The rest of the first hour goes by fairly quickly, as there’s lots of work to get through. Luckily I can understand pretty easily what Miss Jackson is teaching us so I don’t have much trouble with the practice questions, which also allows me to take my find off my pressing need to relieve myself. Me and Steph are chatty as always, and more than once Miss Jackson tells us to keep the noise down and get on with the work. ‘Ugh, I hate how she always picks on us.’ Steph says quietly, once our teacher walks out of earshot. ‘Yeah I know’ I mutter back, ‘But then again, we do spend more time talking than actually doing any work’. Steph laughs in agreement. With about 2 minutes to go before the first hour was up, Miss Jackson tells us to stop working and stand behind our desks to wait for her to let us out the room for our break. I look up from my work, surprised, as I’ve been so involved with the algebra problems that I haven’t realised what time it is. My bladder throbs as I realise that I’m gonna get a chance to piss at last. By now, I’m really, really desperate to go. My bladder feels rock hard against my waistband and I’m constantly bouncing my knees around, squirming around on my chair, trying to get comfortable. I’ve also been squeezing my thighs together tightly every so often to help me hold on. I’ve been careful to keep my desperate fidgeting discrete to stop Steph noticing, but I’ve been finding it harder and harder as the lesson has dragged on. We stop our work and stand up behind our chairs, and I bite my lip as I feel the weight of my bladder inside me. I shift my weight from foot to foot, and can’t help but push my dick into the back of my chair, since it’s the closest I can get to holding myself without being way too obvious. Fuck, I’m really dying for a piss. I keep glancing up at the clock then back at Miss Jackson, biting my lip, willing her to let us go so I can run off to the toilets and finally release a long, gushing stream of piss, moaning with the relief of letting go after desperately waiting for so long. The thought of finally emptying my aching bladder makes the urge to go so much worse, and I can’t help but give my cock a quick squeeze. Suddenly, Steph’s voice interrupts my thoughts. ‘Need the loo?’ I glance round and notice her eyes fixed on my cock, and it’s pretty obvious she’s been watching me fidget around and saw me holding myself. She meets my eye and grins at me. I start to blush, but there’s no point in hiding it any longer. ‘Yeah I do’ I say quietly, ‘I’ve been bursting all lesson but I don’t want to ask Miss to let me go…’ She giggles and tickles my side, and I quickly squirm away from her and pull her hand away. ‘Oh God don’t, I really need a piss.’ I say shyly, but she moves behind me tickles me again, one hand on each of my sides. ‘Aw, looks like somebody’s gonna wee themselves.’ she mocks in a sing-song voice as her fingers torment me, and I stifle a laugh as I struggle to squirm out her grasp. I gently push her away and quickly give my dick another squeeze, quickly letting go as I realise Miss Jackson is looking straight at me. ‘Uhh please stop, Miss is looking at us’ I say quietly, and Steph laughs. ‘OK whatever, this me getting revenge for you annoying me in English last week when I was dying for a wee and Miss Smith wouldn’t let me go’ she says with a grin. Finally, the clock hits 2.30pm, and Miss Jackson lets the class go for their break, dismissing us one table at a time. Since me and Steph are sitting right in the far corner of the room at the back, I realise that we’re gonna be let out last. I sigh quietly, leaning forwards against my chair and lifting my right leg up behind me, tapping my toe on the floor impatiently. ‘Pssssssss’ Steph whispers, making a noise like running water, and I grin and bite my lip, still staring intently at Miss Jackson. I try to ignore her, and count the number of tables left to be dismissed. ‘Ohhh I wish she’d hurry up.’ I whisper, and Steph laughs quietly. ‘You know all the boys toilets will probably be locked, so you’re not gonna be able to use them.’ she says, raising her eyebrows. Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. ‘I don’t care, I’ll piss in a bush if I have to. I bet they’ll be open anyway, they usually are.’ I reply, and she just giggles and shakes her head. Finally, Miss Jackson dismissed the table in front of us, and I wait anxiously for her to let us go. But to my surprise, she doesn’t, and instead looks back down at the pile of work she’s in the middle of marking, totally ignoring us. I bounce on the spot in frustration, and catch Steph’s eye. She just shrugs at me. I wait a few more seconds, Miss Jackson still totally ignoring us, before I hesitantly call out to her. ‘Miss?’ I say, and she glances up at me, eyebrows raised. ‘Yes?’ she asks curtly. ‘Can we go out for a quick break, please?’ There’s a hint of urgency in my voice. There’s no denying it now, I am absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. She pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. ‘Do you want to explain to me why you two think you can talk, mess around in the lesson and still be allowed out for a break like the others?’ We look at her, saying nothing. ‘No?’ she continues. ‘Well until you can learn to behave yourself in the lesson, this is what’s going to happen. When you start showing me a little more respect, then I might think about letting you out for a break. I think that sounds fair, don’t you?’ I bite my lip, starting to blush as desperation overcomes my shyness. ‘I really need the toilet though, Miss.’ I say quietly, not meeting her eye. I hear Steph laugh quietly next to me, and I blush even redder. Miss Jackson just shakes her head. ‘Well you should have thought about that before you both decided to mess around in my lesson. Now can you two please sit down and wait for the others to come back.’ I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I’m absolutely frantic for a piss and now it’s going to be at least another hour before I can go for one. I think about protesting further, but it’s likely just going to get me in even more trouble, so I bite my lip as I sit down on my chair. I glance at Steph, and although she looks a little bit annoyed at not being allowed out for a break, I think she’s enjoying the fact that I have no choice but to hold on for another hour. She catches my eye and grins. ‘Looks like you’ll just have to wait’ she says smugly. I sigh and shift forwards in my seat, so I’m perched right on the end, crossing my ankles underneath the chair and bouncing my knees around like mad. Although I’d do anything to be allowed out of the classroom to have a piss, the fact that Miss Jackson won’t let me go, combined with my throbbing bladder and Steph’s constant teasing, is making my dick hard, and I try to adjust my trousers so my erection is less obvious, giving my dick a quick squeeze as I do so. I glance at Steph and see her looking down at my crotch. She looks up and catches my eye, quickly looking away. I notice her cheeks are a little flushed, and I wonder if my desperation is turning her on. We sit quietly for the next few minutes, waiting for the rest of the class to come back in, the only sounds in the room being Miss Jackson writing and rustling papers. I sigh quietly, leaning forwards in my seat with my hands between my thighs, squeezing my legs together tightly, looking up at the clock on the wall. I need to piss so fucking badly, and I just can’t get my mind off how badly I want to go. Just then, Steph leans in towards me, so close that I can feel her breath on the side of my face. ‘Drip…. drop… drip… drop…’ she whispers, emphasising the ‘p’ in each word. I bite my lip and try to ignore her, but her voice is driving me crazy, and I can’t help but gasp quietly, moving my right hand up from between my thighs to wrap it tightly around my dick. ‘Don’t’ I whisper, shaking my head, but she carries on regardless, tormenting me with the soft sound of her voice. I moan quietly under my breath, and Steph giggles, giving me a quick poke in the side, making me gasp quietly and squirm in my seat. Just then, Miss Jackson’s voice rings out through the room, shocking us into silence. ‘Right, I’ve had enough! Since you two are obviously incapable of sitting there without chatting constantly and messing around, I’m keeping both of you in detention for 15 minutes after the lesson ends. I’m sick of it, maybe this way you’ll both learn some manners.’ She looks absolutely livid, and we both sit there quietly, letting her words sink in. I squirm in my seat as I squeeze my thighs together. I was extremely pissed off, thanks to Steph’s teasing I have to wait another 15 minutes before I can relieve myself, on top of the hour or so I already have to endure. I glance across at Steph, and she meets my eye and smiles sweetly, looking extremely pleased at the predicament I was in. (End of part 1) We sit in silence for another minute or so before the rest of the class start to come back in. I watch them jealously, wondering how many of them are feeling relieved after a toilet break, something which at the moment I’d give almost anything for. After another couple of minutes, everybody is back in their seats and Miss Jackson starts with the second hour of the lesson. I try to concentrate on the new concept she’s teaching us but my fierce urge to piss is way too distracting. I’m constantly fidgeting around in my seat, bouncing my knees frantically and tensing my thighs every so often, biting my lip. I keep my hands in my lap, pressing down onto my rock hard dick every few minutes to try to lesson the urge to piss, wishing I could hold myself without Steph noticing. I long to unzip my tight school trousers to give my bladder room to expand, but sitting there in a classroom there’s just no way I could get away with it. At the moment, I have no choice but to hold on and control myself, no matter how urgent my situation. The class sits in silence while Miss Jackson explains to us how to calculate the problems, but I can’t help but moan softly under my breath whenever a wave of pressure from my aching bladder runs through my body. I’m sure Steph can hear every little gasp and moan, as although she’s paying attention to the teacher, she occasionally gives me little sideways glances, her cheeks still slightly flushed. I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying my desperate squirming more than she’d like to let on. After about 15 minutes, Miss Jackson finishes speaking and sets us up with some problems to work through. I glance up at the clock. Nearly 3pm. I blow air softly through my lips as I lean over the table to open the textbook me and Steph were sharing, bouncing my knees up and down frantically. Noticing me look up at the clock, Steph decided to tease me some more. ‘Aw, 45 minutes before you can go to the loo.’ she says, looking down at my jiggling legs. ‘You’ve still got ages to wait yet, think you can wait that long?’ I look at her and bite my lip, sitting back in my seat to try and reduce the pressure on my bladder, gently running a hand across it to feel how hard it is. ‘Well I fucking hope so, I’m not gonna start wetting myself in my chair.’ I say sarcastically. She watches me drag my hand across my aching bladder. ‘Aw poor you, you must be so desperate’ she says sweetly. ‘I bet you’ve been needing to go for ages, I bet you can’t wait to get to a loo. Just imagine standing in front of the toilet and letting it flow, it’ll feel soooooo good.’ ‘Ohhhh please shut up, I don’t want to think about it’ I moan as I squirm in my seat, giving my dick a quick squeeze as I shift position. Steph notices and giggles, and I can’t help but notice that her gaze lingers on my crotch for few more seconds before she looks at the textbook. I try to focus on the work for the next part of the lesson, trying not to pay attention to the clock. My throbbing, rock hard bladder is making it incredibly difficult to concentrate but I try to push my urging need for relief to the back of my mind. I tell myself that although I have to piss extremely badly, I will just have to hold on until I’m finally given permission to go and relieve myself. I’m having trouble sitting still for longer than a few seconds, and I’m almost constantly fidgeting my legs and squirming around in my chair. I’m also extremely turned on at my desperate predicament, and my cock is rock hard. Every so often, I’ll glance across at Steph and catch her watching me, her face slightly flushed with a rosy complexion, and I get the feeling her eyes are fixed on the bulge in my crotch. She never acknowledges me, and always quickly looks away when she senses my eyes on her, but by now I’m convinced my desperation is turning her on. After what feels like forever, I finally look up at the clock, expecting it to be nearing the end of the lesson. Wrong, it’s only around 3.15, and I sigh loudly in frustration. ‘Ohh for fucks sake, this lesson is going so slowly’ I mutter, and Steph laughs. ‘Yeah, and don’t forget our detention afterwards. You’ve still got ages before you can go for a wee.’ she watches me tap my feet on the floor in frustration, and I’m sat right on the edge of my seat, watching Miss Jackson. ‘I’m gonna ask Miss if I can go.’ I say quietly, raising my hand to get her attention. Steph raises her eyebrows. ‘She’s just gonna say no’. I ignore her, on hand in the air to get Miss Jackson’s attention, the other resting tightly in my lap, pushing down on my cock. Miss Jackson looks up and sees my arm raised. However, someone at the front of the room also has their hand up, and she goes over to them first, helping them with some part of the work. ‘Oh come on’ I mutter, crossing my ankles underneath the chair and frantically bouncing both legs. Suddenly, Steph takes advantage of Miss Jackson being distracted and tickles me under my raised arm, and I gasp and knock her hand away. She laughs and reaches across me, tickling my sides relentlessly. I squirm and try to hold her hands away, but her touch is making my bladder throb like crazy and I have to use one hand to wrap around my cock underneath the table and squeeze, hard. Steph notices, and tickles me even harder. ‘Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t hold it? Am I gonna make you wet yourself? You look like you’re about to burst and wee everywhere right here in your seat.’ I laugh and finally manage to squirm out of her grasp, ‘Ohh seriously don’t, I’m fucking bursting’ I say, and seeing Miss Jackson has finished helping the person at the front of the room, I lift my arm in the air again to catch her attention. She catches my eye and walks over to me. ‘Yes?’ she asks, leaning over the table. I lean forwards in my seat, keeping my voice low. ‘Miss, can I go to the toilet please?’ I ask desperately, the strain in my voice betraying the pressure I’m feeling from my bladder. She shakes her head. ‘No, sorry but you’ll just have to wait until the end of the lesson.’ I sigh, looking up at her pleadingly. ‘Oh please Miss… I really, really need to go’ I say quietly, and I hear Steph laugh quietly. Miss Jackson sighs and shakes her head again. ‘You should have gone at lunch if you were that desperate. I’m not allowed to just walk out of classroom whenever I need the loo so neither should you. You’ll just have to hold on, sorry ’. She turns around and walks back to her desk. I watch her go, biting my lip in frustration, blushing like crazy but also extremely turned on at being denied relief. ‘Told you she’d say no’ Steph says. I ignore her and try to focus on my work, determined to take my mind off my aching bladder and rock hard dick. The rest of the lesson goes agonisingly slowly. I try to keep my eyes off the clock but I find myself constantly checking the time, always disappointed at how few minutes had passed since I last checked. I’m writing with one hand, and the other is under the desk, resting on my crotch. Every so often I’ll give my cock a squeeze, bouncing up and down on the seat in urgency, not caring about Steph watching me. I’m absolutely bursting for a piss and incredibly turned on, and the knowledge that I still have another 15 minutes left to wait when the lesson ends is making my dick even harder. I can’t sit still for a second, and I’m constantly squirming around, leaning forwards and back to try and find a comfortable position. I notice Miss Jackson is keeping a close eye on us, which is lucky for me as it means that Steph doesn’t get chance to torment me even more. Finally, at long last, Miss Jackson tells us to pack up our things and stand behind our chairs to wait for the bell to ring. I look up at the clock and am happy to see it’s nearly 3.30pm. As I stand up I gasp quietly. My bladder is so achingly full of piss that I can’t even stand up straight, and I bend forwards slightly, gritting my teeth while leaning against the back of my chair. I wrap one hand tightly around my dick for a few seconds, bouncing from foot to foot frantically. I’m grateful for being seated right at the back, as it means that nobody else in the class notices my urgent desperation, apart from Steph, who is watching me closely, eyes fixed on my dick which is bulging in my tight school trousers. ‘Do you think Miss has forgotten about our detention?’ she asks. I turn to look at her, and her gaze lingers on my crotch for a second before flicking up to meet mine. She smiles, but I can’t help but notice that she’s biting her lip and her face is even more flushed than before. ‘Ohh god I hope so, I just need a piss so bad. I wish she’d fucking let me go.’ I bite my lip and bounce up and down on the spot. She laughs as I squirm around. ‘Aww, I almost feel sorry for you… you must be bursting by now.’ she says slyly, eyeing me up and down. I just nod, my gaze fixed on the clock, watching the seconds slowly pass. After another minute or so of waiting, the bell finally rings and Miss Jackson begins to let the class out, one table at a time. I watch her closely, fairly certain that she’s forgotten all about the 15 minute detention she promised earlier. As soon as she lets us out, I’m going to hurry to the toilets, tear open my fly and finally have the piss that I’ve been badly needing for so long. I moan softly under my breath as my bladder throbs, and I gently rub my hand across it, feeling how hard it is. 5 tables to go, 4, 3, 2, then at last she dismisses the table right in front of us. I bounce on the spot in anticipation, ready to make my way to the toilets at long last. But she doesn’t let us go. Fuck, she hasn’t forgotten the detention after all. I bite my lip as I watch her walk over to us, doing my best to stand still and keep my hands away from my dick. ’Ok, like I said earlier, I’m keeping you both in for 15 minutes. No talking, no messing around, or I’ll put you in an hour long after-school detention tomorrow. Got that?’ Miss Jackson says curtly. ‘Now sit down, I’ll tell you when you can go.’ I sigh in frustration, and I can’t help but bounce on the spot. Miss Jackson notices, and raises her eyebrows. I start to blush. ‘Miss, can I PLEASE just go to the toilet, really quickly? I promise I’ll come straight back… please... I’ve been bursting all lesson’ I beg, my voice strained. I bite my lip as I lean forwards onto the chair, bouncing on the spot as discretely as I can manage. ‘He’s gonna wet himself, Miss’ Steph says grinning at me. ‘Be quiet please Steph. No, it’s only 15 minutes, you can wait.’ Miss Jackson stays sternly. ‘But Miss…’ I begin, but she cuts me off. ‘I said, you can wait. Both of you sit down please’ she says, her voice firm, hands on her hips as she watches me bounce from foot to foot. ‘Ok Miss’ I say quietly, my face blushing in embarrassment, resigning myself to hold on for just a bit longer as I watch her walk back to her desk. We take our seats, and I immediately hold my cock hard, biting my lip and bouncing a knee frantically up and down, still blushing. Steph notices, of course, but she doesn’t say anything, aware that Miss Jackson is watching our every move, looking for any excuse to give us yet another detention. I meet Steph’s eye and she sticks her tongue out at me. Despite being in detention, she seems to be loving every minute of it, and she can’t keep her eyes off me squeezing my bulging cock in sheer desperation. I can’t help but moan softly under my breath as I fidget around on my seat. I’m beyond frantic, all my effort is focused on holding in my piss until Miss Jackson lets us go, but I’m also turned on like crazy, my heart pounding and my face flushed, my cock painfully hard against my school trousers. After a few minutes of sitting there bouncing my knees and squeezing my dick under the table, I suddenly have to let go, realising that I’m on the urge of cumming right there in the classroom. Sighing in frustration, I let go and lean back in my chair, reaching down and trying pulling the waistband of my trousers away from my bladder. I long to unzip my fly and hold myself through my boxers, but Miss Jackson was bound to notice and I’d be in serious trouble. Instead, I have to make do with gripping my thighs tightly with both hands, fanning my knees in and out. I focus on holding in my piss for just a few more minutes, telling myself not to look at the clock on the wall. The room is absolutely silent apart from my quiet moans and the sound of my chair squeaking as I fidget around. Miss Jackson seems to be busy with something on her laptop, but occasionally she will glance up to make sure we’re behaving ourselves. Steph is sitting quietly, smirking as she watches me closely. I make eye contact with her and she grins. ‘I. Need. A. Piss. So. Fucking. Bad’ I mouth, glancing at Miss Jackson to make sure she hasn’t noticed. Steph glances down at my crotch and back up at my eyes. ‘I. Can. Tell.’ she mouths back, grinning. I moan softly and bite my lip, looking helplessly around the room. Steph taps me on the arm and I turn round to look at her. ‘Drip. Drop. Drip Drop.’ she mouths, the sound of her voice barely audible but enough to make me grab my cock again. She grins and sticks her tongue out at me as I shift forwards in my seat, tensing my thighs and squeezing my dick. I sit leaning forwards for a while, finally allowing myself a quick glance at the clock. 3.40pm, 5 minutes before we’re allowed to leave. My throbbing, aching, rock hard bladder occupies my mind, and I’m having trouble thinking about anything else apart from how badly I want to relieve myself. Every time I squeeze my dick I feel like I’m getting closer and closer to cumming, but how turned on I am is the only distraction I have from my fierce need to urinate. I’m rocking backwards and forwards slightly in my seat, one hand on my cock, the other gripping my thigh, my ankles crossed underneath my chair. The seconds edge by slowly, the clock on the wall tormenting me. I look at Miss Jackson, hoping she might let us go early, but I have no such luck. Steph is still watching me closely, occasionally making little swishing sounds under her breath, so quiet that only I can hear them. I look at her and shake my head pleadingly, but she just grins and carries on, only stopping when she notices Miss Jackson giving her a stern look. The last few minutes seem to last an age. Finally, Miss Jackson tells us to stand behind our chairs, ready to leave. ‘Oh my godddd I need to piss NOW’ I say quietly to Steph as we stand up, leaning forwards and dancing from foot to foot in pure desperation, giving my dick a nice long squeeze. I look up at the clock, seeing that there’s one minute left before 3.45. I bite my lip as I watch the seconds tick past torturously slowly. Miss Jackson stands up, moves to the front of the room and folds her arms, watching the clock. ‘Cmon cmon cmon’ I mutter under my breath, wishing she’d just let us go. Just then, Steph breaks the silence. ‘Can we go yet Miss?’ she says loudly. Miss Jackson looks at her in annoyance. ‘No, and because you can’t stay quiet I’m keeping you both for an extra minute.’ I moan, not believing what I’m hearing. ‘But Miss…’ I begin, but she doesn’t let me finish. ‘Do you want me to make it 2 more minutes?’ she asks, and I shake my head, biting my lip in annoyance. I turn to Steph and glare at her, knowing she did it on purpose, and she smiles back at me sweetly. The clock reaches 3.45. I sigh and bounce up and down, one hand wrapped around my cock. If it wasn’t for Steph annoying Miss Jackson I would be hurrying to the toilets by now. Miss is still standing at the front of the room, watching the clock, probably eager to get rid of us. I bend over slightly and rest one hand on the table, frantically bouncing on the balls of my feet and squeezing my thighs together. I notice Steph moving closer to me, and I tense up as I feel her hand sliding up underneath the back of my shirt, tickling my back gently. I gasp and squirm slightly, but I can’t get away from her fingers without Miss Jackson noticing, since Steph is standing right up against me. I shake my head, mouthing ‘Don’t’ while I keep my eyes on Miss Jackson, but Steph carries on, and I have no choice but to endure her tickling until the minute is up and Miss Jackson lets us go. After squirming around and fidgeting at Steph’s touch for a few more seconds, the minute is finally up and Miss Jackson says the words I’ve been dying to hear for ages. ‘Ok, you can go.’ I moan quietly in relief and let go of my dick, squirming away from Steph and walking quickly towards the door. As we’re about to walk out, Miss Jackson steps in front of the door, looking at us sternly with her arms folded. ‘Next lesson, I don’t want any messing about, no talking over me. You’ll come in, sit quietly, and do the work. Understand?’ I nod quickly, resting my hands over the noticeable bulge in my trousers and shifting my weight from foot to foot. ‘OK Miss’ I say breathlessly, giving my dick a quick squeeze, wishing she’d just let us past. She nods, then glances down and catches me holding myself, and I let go quickly, blushing. ‘Bursting for the loo, are you?’ She says, raising her eyebrows, smiling slyly. I nod, biting my lip. ‘Really bursting?’ I nod again, bouncing on the spot. She watches me for a few seconds. She’s had to put up with so many lessons of me and Steph annoying her, she’s probably enjoying seeing me bursting to pee, making me wait just a tiny bit longer before I’m allowed to relieve myself. ‘Ohh, Miss please can I go?’ I ask desperately. I cross my legs and bend forwards slightly, dying to get to a toilet so I can piss. ‘I think you should make him wait, Miss’ Steph says, grinning at me. I sigh and shake my head, looking at Miss Jackson pleadingly. ‘Please Miss…’ I beg. She watches me for a few more seconds, before finally stepping aside. ‘Go on then, I suppose you’ve been holding on long enough.’ She says, her eyes flicking down to my crotch for a second before meeting my gaze again. ‘Ohh thanks Miss’ I moan as I uncross my legs and walk out the door, Steph following close behind me. I step out into the corridor, which by now is deserted, and hurry towards the toilets located at the other end, the sound of my frantic footsteps echoing around me. My cheeks are flushed, my heart is racing, and my bladder is throbbing in anticipation. End Of Part 2 ‘Bet you anything they’ll be locked’, Steph says, catching up to me. I glance at her and she grins at me. I don’t reply, focusing on holding on for just a little bit longer, trying not to think about how good it will feel to finally empty my bladder. We turn a corner and see the doors to the toilets in front of us, and I give my dick another quick squeeze. Just a few more seconds until I can release my pee. I’m 10 paces away, 9 paces, 8. I quicken my pace as my hand clamps down firmly on my dick. 5 paces, 4. I bite my lip as I close in on the toilet door. I’m so close to relief now. I reach out and push firmly against the door. It doesn’t move. My bladder throbs, hard. Steph was right, the toilets are locked. ‘Oh my god you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’ I moan, bending over, one hand holding my cock, the other pushing against the locked toilet door. I stamp my foot in frustration. I hear a giggle from behind me, and I turn round and see Steph watching me hold myself. She raises her eyebrows and grins. ‘Told you they’d be locked’ she says slyly. I try the door to the girls’ toilets, finding it locked as well, much to Steph’s amusement. I moan in frustration and look up and down the corridor helplessly, crossing my legs with both hands in my crotch, frantically squeezing my dick. ‘I NEED a fucking piss, why would they lock the toilets? It’s so unfair, I’ve been fucking bursting for ages and now I can’t go.’ I say angrily, bending forwards, still squeezing my cock as hard as I can. ‘Aw poor you’ Steph says laughing, moving behind me and giving my sides a quick tickle. ‘Ohh Steph, don’t’ I moan, squirming away from her. ‘Aw what’s wrong? You gonna wet yourself?’ she teases, her gaze fixed on the crotch of my trousers. I don’t answer her, thinking quickly about what to do next. I bounce on the spot, looking up and down the corridor again, but there’s nobody about, nobody who can open the toilets for me. ‘You can use the loo at my house if you like, I only live about 5 minutes down the road.’ Steph says, watching me closely. ‘If you can wait that long’ she adds, smirking. I look at her and bite my lip. ‘Oh yeah please, if that’s OK.’ I say breathlessly. It normally takes me about 30 minutes to walk home, so even though I’m usually quite shy about using the toilet at other people’s houses, I didn’t have much choice. She laughs. ‘Yeah it’s fine’ she says as we start to walk towards the exit. ‘Thanks’ I add, genuinely grateful. She gives me a quick tickle in return, grinning as I squirm and push her hands away. I grit my teeth as we walk quickly down the stairs, feeling my bladder bouncing around inside of me. I give my cock one final squeeze just before we reach the exit, trying to position it so that my erection is less obvious. We walk out of the doors and set off down the road, towards Steph’s house. Luckily the street is fairly quiet, as most of the students have already gone, but there are still a few people around. ‘So how far away did you say you lived?’ I ask, my voice strained. Laura giggles and looks at me. ‘Just hold on, it’s not far, just a few minutes.’ I bite my lip as my bladder throbs with every step I take, and I long to hold myself, but with people around there’s no way I could get away with it. I have to make do with putting my hands in my pockets, pushing on my cock as discretely as I can. After a couple more minutes of walking we turn a corner into a quiet, leafy street. ‘My house is just down here’ Steph says, and I nod. ‘Good, I actually don’t know if I can wait much longer’ I say blushing. Steph laughs quietly, glancing down at my crotch. ‘It’s so obvious that you’re holding yourself through your pockets’ she says giggling. I bite my lip shyly and look at her. ‘I can’t help it, I’m so fucking desperate’ I say, keeping my voice low. I glance round, there’s nobody about, me and Steph are the only people about. We pass a small alleyway, almost hidden from the street, with lots of bushes dotted about on either side. ‘Ohh I could piss right here and nobody would notice.’ I say, slowing my pace as we walk past, only half-joking. Steph laughs and grabs my arm, pulling me away. ‘Erm no, I don’t care if you’re bursting, I’m not letting you have a wee in the street in broad daylight. Just wait, my house is just up the road.’ After another minute or so, Steph walks into a driveway, pulling me by the arm to follow her. ‘We’re here.’ she says. I look around nervously, which Steph notices. ‘Don’t worry, my parents won’t be home until later’ she says smiling. ‘Might be a bit awkward if they were here’ I say quietly and she laughs. ‘Yeah just a bit.’ She unlocks the door, and I bounce on the spot in anticipation, squeezing my dick frantically through my pocket. She turns around and giggles, opening the door, and I follow her through into the hallway. She takes off her shoes and hangs her bag up, and I kick my shoes off quickly, dumping my bag on the floor. I’m absolutely frantic for a piss. I’ve been holding on for so, so long, and now relief is just seconds away. Blushing like crazy, I tear open my fly, reaching down and giving my dick a long hard squeeze through my boxers. Luckily, my school shirt partly covers up what I’m doing, but Steph still gets a good look. She watches me, her cheeks flushed, eyes fixed on my crotch, but by now I hardly care about her seeing. I just want to piss NOW. ‘Ok, where’s your toilet?’ I ask urgently, bouncing up and down like mad, still desperately rubbing my cock through my boxers. She giggles, eyes still fixed on my open fly. ‘What’s the rush?’ she says, walking towards me, flashing me a cheeky smile. ‘Steph… please’ I moan, bending forwards, both hands between my legs, watching her with pleading eyes. She watches me for a few more seconds and laughs, before grabbing my wrist and leading me upstairs, my other hand still wrapped around my bulging cock. ‘It’s here’ she says, opening the door to her bathroom. She lets go of my wrist and turns to face me, her hands on either side of the doorway, blocking me from getting past. I move towards her but she doesn’t move, just smiling and raising her eyebrows at me. ‘Ohh can you let me past please?’ I ask breathlessly, crossing my legs, grabbing my cock tightly with both hands. I can see the toilet behind her, inviting me, and I’m absolutely desperate to into the bathroom and let loose a gushing stream of piss into the bowl. She shakes her head. ‘No, not yet.’ she says sweetly. I moan in frustration and try to push past her, but she pushes me back and knocks my hands away. ‘Erm don’t be so rude, keep your hands to yourself please’ she says grinning, watching me dance frantically from foot to foot. ‘If you want to use my loo, you have to do what I say. OK?’ She smiles as I bite my lip. I should have known she’d do something like this. I moan and nod my head submissively. ‘OK’ I say quietly, bending over and looking up at her. She watches me for a few more seconds, biting her lip, enjoying the control she now has over me. ‘Zip up your trousers’ she says suddenly. I moan and shake my head. ‘Ohh please… I don’t know if I can’ I say softly, ‘Cmon please, just let me past’. She raises her eyebrows. ‘You can.’ she says firmly. I sigh and let go of my desperate cock, biting my lip as I zip up my tight school trousers. I gasp and bite my lip as I clip together the clasp at the top, feeling the waistband pushing snugly against my bulging, rock hard bladder. I bend forwards slightly, my bladder throbbing worse than ever, grasping my dick tightly. I look up at Steph and bite my lip. ‘That’s better’ she says, watching me squeeze myself. She grins. ‘I didn’t say you could hold yourself either, hands off.’ I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get a word out she cuts me off. ‘Do you want to use my toilet, or not?’ I nod. ‘Yeah I do… fucking desperately’ I say quietly. She smiles. ‘Then stop holding yourself. Put your hands behind your back’. I sigh and do as she asks, turned on like crazy at being controlled in this way, but at the same time, desperately trying not to wet myself in front of her. I bite my lip as I let go of my cock. I stand slightly bent forwards, legs crossed, hands resting behind my back, longing to hold myself. ‘There, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now uncross your legs, and stand up straight.’ I shake my head. ‘Please Steph… I can’t. I’m gonna explode’ I moan softly, but she just laughs. ‘Yes, you can. You can hold on.’ I sigh and slowly uncross my legs and straighten my back, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, breathing quickly and gasping softly under my breath as I straighten up, letting the pressure of my bursting, throbbing bladder run through my body. I stand squeezing my thighs together as tightly as I can, desperately trying to hold onto my piss until Steph lets me go. I bite my lip and moan softly, watching her. ‘Can I piss now?’ I say quietly, my voice shaking. She giggles and shakes her head. ‘No. Stand with your legs apart.’ ‘Oh my fucking god’ I say softly, spreading my legs. I blow air softly through my lips, my muscles quivering. I’m standing up perfectly straight, trousers fastened tight, compressing my rock hard bladder, my cock bulging, hands clasped behind my back. My face is flushed and my heart is pounding, and the only thing keeping my piss inside my bladder is sheer willpower. I am incredibly desperate to urinate, standing only a few feet from the toilet, but not allowed to go until Steph gives me permission. She watches me, moving towards me slowly. ‘Can I PLEASE use your toilet now?’ I say urgently, my voice barely more than a whisper. She shakes her head, running a hand down my chest, moving it down towards my bladder. I moan quietly as her hand presses gently on my bladder, which is bulging against my waistband. ‘Ohh I’m gonna piss on your floor’ I mutter, biting my lip, struggling to keep my trousers dry. She giggles, ‘You better not. I’m sure you can wait just a bit longer.’ I gasp as she places her hands underneath my shirt, her hands cold against my bare skin. Her eyes widen as she rests her hand against my rock hard stomach, taking in how full my bladder is. She pushes on it gently, looking up at me to see my reaction. I moan and bite my lip, looking down at her. ‘Please…’ I say softly. She giggles, and drags her nails across the sides of my stomach gently, making me squirm and bounce up and down on the balls of my feet. ‘Stand still, I didn’t say you could move’ she says softly, grinning up at me. She tickles me again, and I gasp and grit my teeth, trying desperately to stay still and not squirm away from her touch, and keep my piss from soaking my trousers. ‘You’re so cute when you’re desperate for a wee’ she says, taking her hands out from inside my shirt. I flash her a pained smile. ‘How longer are you gonna make me wait?’ I ask urgently, and she raises her eyebrows. ‘As long as I want to’ she says, and I sigh in frustration, looking at the toilet longingly. She giggles and runs her hand down to the bulge in my crotch, where my rock hard dick is squashed inside my tight school trousers. She looks up and gives me a cheeky smile, making me blush even harder. She puts one hand on my waist, and with the other she gives it my cock a gentle squeeze, making me gasp in arousal. She grins at my reaction. ‘Does that help?’ she asks sweetly, and I bite my lip and nod. She begins to gently massage my cock through my trousers, and I can’t help but moan with arousal. ‘Please Steph… please just let me piss.’ I beg, my voice shaking with desperation and arousal, barely more than a whisper. I feel like I’m about to lose it any second, and my whole body is trembling with the effort of holding on. She looks up at me, leans up and gives me a kiss on the cheek. ‘Ok, you can go’ she says softly, whispering in my ear. She lets go of me as I pound into the bathroom, tearing open my fly and pulling out my aching cock before I’ve even reached the toilet. I start wetting almost immediately, gasping with sheer relief as a hard stream of piss loudly splashes into the water. I moan, throwing back my head and looking up at the ceiling as I piss and piss, letting my bladder finally empty after holding on for hours and hours. After a couple of minutes, my stream slowly turns into a trickle, until at long last, my bladder is empty. I sigh with relief, flushing the toilet and putting my hard cock back into my boxers. As I wash my hands I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and behind me I notice Steph standing in the doorway. I dry my hands and turn round to look at her, noticing that she’s blushing more than ever. ‘Thanks’ I mutter shyly and she grins. ‘Relieved?’ she asks slyly, and I nod. ‘Best piss I’ve ever had’ I say grinning. She bites her lip and walks towards me, grabbing me by the hand. Without a word, I follow her into her bedroom, closing the door behind us.
  14. ***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.
  15. It starts 16:12 minutes into the video . It the dad. I don't know but his legs twitching and reactions are awesome. Watch from there to the very end and tell me what you think:
  16. I didn't even know I still had an account here. So, hello, I guess :) Over the past week I enjoyed a few of the stories here, so I thought I would write one for you myself. It is a Harry Potter fanfiction told mostly from the point of view of Draco. Hope you like it! Draco's Mishaps Monday, September 6th Draco was on his way to to the dungeons for his afternoon potions lesson. His third year at Hogwarts had just started a week ago and he was looking forward to the class. He liked potions. Not only did Draco have a natural aptness for the subject, Professor Snape, their head of house, was teaching it, and he was easily Draco's favorite teacher. The sun had been shining all day, and even though it was already Autumn, it was quite hot, so Draco had been drinking plenty of pumpkin juice at lunch. However, none of that heat had made its way down to the dungeons. As he stepped out of the sunlit stairwell and into the gloomy corridor, he was hit by the cool, damp air and he involuntarily shivered. At the sudden chill, he felt a small nudge from his lower abdomen, reminding him of where all that pumpkin juice had gone. He'd better take a quick detour to the loo before class. There was a bathroom near their potions classroom, and usually it was deserted, too. No one strayed down here except for potions lesson. That was an important consideration, because Draco didn't like crowded toilets. But when he was just a few steps away and about to quickly slip into the bathroom, the door opened and out stepped Potter and Weasley of all people. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his hand almost automatically darted into his pocket and closed around his wand. For a second he hoped the two might ignore him and just head to class, but no such luck. Weasley had seen him, and they both got out their wands as well, staring at him. Draco didn't want to seem like a coward, so he started walking again. The two were blocking the way to the loo, and they weren't moving. He went past them and continued down the hallway towards their classroom. There was no way in hell he would ask them to step aside so he could use the loo, it was way too embarrassing. He didn't have to go that bad anyways. He could feel their stares on his back and it made the hair in his neck stand straight up, but he did not give them the satisfaction to turn around. They'd be mad if they tried anything here. Draco still gave a silent heave of relief when he stepped though the classroom door. He quickly went over to his friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and sat down next to Theodore Nott in the row behind them. He and Theo had known each other longer than he could remember. Their fathers were old friends, and the Notts were every bit as ancient and pure-blooded as the Malfoys. When they were younger, Theo's dad had come visit Draco's parents quite regularly and he usually had brought Theo to play with Draco. They had gotten along well enough. Still were, in fact. Draco thought so at least, and Theo hadn't given him any reason to believe he thought otherwise, yet Draco was hesitant to call him a friend. He secretly eyed Theo. To be honest, Draco wasn't sure the stringy boy even had real friends. Didn't talk much. A bit of a loner, usually kept to himself. Draco was rather partnered with him than Crabbe or Goyle, though. Those two boors were useful for menial tasks, but they couldn't be trusted not to blow up their potion. Theo might have been a bit odd, but at least he wasn't an idiot like them. He got distracted from his thoughts as Professor Snape entered the classroom and audibly closed the door behind himself. He immediately started his lesson and told them to open their books. As Professor Snape went on explaining to them the potion they would be brewing the next day, Draco found it hard to focus on the subject. His bladder gave him another twinge to remind him of its fullness. He shifted around on his chair, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure in his lower stomach a bit. It didn't help and he gave up and instead started nervously scissoring his legs. Theo eyed him questioningly, Draco blushed and forced his legs to stay still. He eyed the clock, class had hardly started, still thirty minutes to go. He silently groaned. Damn pumpkin juice! Twenty more minutes passed and Draco was starting to grow desperate. He pressed his legs together tightly and as he felt another spasm from his bladder, he had to grab himself to keep anything from escaping. He moaned and slightly bent over. He had to piss so bad! Just forcing himself to sit still took all his concentration, so Theo had to nudge him before he realized Snape had called his name. Draco looked up. “Mr. Malfoy, I said: I believe you had prepared a report on the dandelion root!”, Professor Snape repeated himself in slight annoyance. “Y-yes, Professor! Sorry, Professor”, Draco croaked, panicky searching for his notes. “Today, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, the irritation now clear in his voice. Draco found the notes and hurriedly got up. His bladder jerked at the sudden movement and his eyes widened in horror as he felt a small squirt dampen his briefs. He desperately grabbed himself, and for a second he had to cross his legs. Then he realized that all eyes were on him. Someone giggled. The Weasel was pointing at him and whispering to Potter. Draco forced himself to remove the hand from his groin and to walk casually towards the front of the class. “The-the dandelion is a plant with many uses, its root is a common ingredient in many potions”, he began. Ten minutes! He only had to make it ten more minutes! He felt a jab in his lower abdomen and he lost another squirt as well as his train of thought. Stammering, he came to a halt and had to look at his notes. The front of his briefs felt more than a little wet by now, at least his robes would hide any wetness on his pants. He hoped! He didn't dare to look down to check. Draco uneasily shifted his weight from one leg to the other, but it only seemed to worsen the pressure. He was completely unable to stand still now, he just wished he could grab himself through his robes without anyone noticing. Potter and Weasley were snickering. Theo eyed him, too. Draco felt like the whole class had caught on on his predicament and was secretly laughing at him. He felt himself blush and wished he could just melt into the floor there and then, but he stubbornly went on with his presentation. Somehow, he made it through his whole report, though he came to a sudden halt as he read the last point in his notes. He felt his face go red again. “Therootissometimesusedasanaturaldiuretic”, he muttered. “What was that last bit?”, Snape asked mercilessly. Draco swallowed, but he obediently repeated more clearly: “On its own the root is sometimes used as a natural diuretic.” More giggling. “Thank you, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape said, oblivious to the reason for his students' unruliness, “anything to add, Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley?” The two wiped the nasty grins from their faces and hurriedly shook their heads. “Ten points from Gryffindor for talking during lesson”, Snape sneered, “if you two wish to pass this year, you would do better to take notes instead the next time you hear such an excellent presentation! Ten points to Slytherin, thank you, Mr. Malfoy! Class is dismissed!” Draco fled back to his place without another word. When he lowered himself into his chair, he lost another squirt. The table hid him from view and he finally was able to cross his legs again, which he desperately needed. He stifled a silent moan. At least sitting down the pain in his lower abdomen was a tiny bit less intolerable. He dared to finally take a quick look at his crotch, and to his great relief nothing showed on his robe. Despite his urgent need, he took his time to pack his things. Most other students had already left when he was done, Crabbe and Goyle had long stood up as well and gave him impatient looks. “Go ahead”, Draco told them, “I'll catch up to you at Defense against the Dark Arts!” He didn't want anyone to see him run for the loo, not after that disgraceful display just now. He waited for his two goons to leave. As soon as he was alone, he would make a beeline for the toilet. There were only a few straggler Gryffindor girls left, who were chatting with each other as they walked towards the door in an excruciatingly slow pace. Just hurry up and leave already! Theo was in no hurry either, he had finished packing his things ages ago, but he just lingered in his place. He leaned over and whispered: “What are you waiting for?” “What?”, Draco feigned confusion. “You have to go to the loo real bad.” It wasn't a question. “No, I don't!”, Draco insisted. “Oh, come on! The whole class could see how bad you had to pee!” “I DON'T HAVE TO PEE!”, Draco hissed at him. His outburst made the two Gryffindor girls, who were just walking through the door, turn around and look at them. He felt himself blushing. “OK, OK, my mistake”, Theo agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco waited a moment longer, but since Theo apparently didn't plan on leaving any time soon, he got up himself. “See you at Defense against the Dark Arts! Bye!”, he hurriedly muttered. But just then Theo stood up with him. “Wait!”, he said, “I wanted to talk to you about Quidditch training!” “Not now! Tonight, OK?”, Draco said desperately. “I'll just walk with you”, Theo suggested and ran after him. Draco groaned. Theo continued to talk while he followed him outside and down the hallway. Something about last year's match against Gryffindor. Draco didn't really listen nor did he care. His bladder was throbbing so bad, it hurt. They had reached the bathroom door. When Draco stopped walking he immediately had to cross his legs. He moved a hand down to hold himself, trying to somehow make it look casual. He squirmed and stared at the door longingly. Relief was so close! “I... I forgot something in class!”, he lied, “go ahead! I'll just...” Theo's eyes followed his gaze knowingly. Happily, he said: “I'll go back with you.” Draco gasped and doubled over as he felt another sharp stab from his tortured bladder. Couldn't that guy take a hint? “No! Just go already!”, he whined. He didn't care anymore that he was openly holding himself with both hands right in front of the other boy. Theo eyed him curiously a moment longer, then he just grinned and waved at him. “See you in class then!”, he called, turned, and ran away. As soon as Theo was out of sight, Draco made a dash for the bathroom, running straight for the first stall. The sight of the toilet made his bladder spasm in anticipation. He felt some getting out. Panicky, he pulled at his belt. “No! No! Wait! Not yet! Not yet!”, he wailed in despair as he felt the pee soaking through his briefs and running down his legs. It felt so good now that he had started to let go, he just couldn't stop the flow. He could feel his hands get wet, finally he managed to open his belt and unbutton his pants. All the time wetting forcefully, he just yanked them all down in one go. He aimed his member at the bowl to finish in the toilet and moaned in relief. He peed for over a minute before his stream at last started to trickle down and finally stopped. The bursting pain in his lower abdomen had been replaced by a dull emptiness, Draco felt so relieved, he was a little dizzy. He reached for his pants and pulled them up to examine the damage. The front and inside of the legs were completely soaked and there was a puddle around his feet. “Aww, dragon dung!”, Draco muttered. He got out his wand to point it at his pants. “Tergeo!”, he whispered a cleaning spell. A sudden, tingling sensation rushed down his legs. Draco looked down at his now dry again pants with a relieved smile. He took care of the puddle on the floor in the same way. That had been a close call! And he hadn't even made it all the way. He didn't dare to think of how close he had come to an accident right in front of his whole class.
  17. Bus desperation

    After my desperate car ride to the Guns n Roses concert a few weeks ago, I thought myself and vehicular desperation were over with, but apparently not..... Last Saturday, I was on the bus with my team mates. We had played (and lost) our grand final for the year, and the beer was flowing. We were only about 6kms away from the clubhouse, and the first wave of desperation hit me. I'd peed twice before leaving the oppositions club, and the seal was well and truly broken. Once that happens when I'm drinking, particularly steadily as I was then, I'll generally be visiting the loo every twenty minutes or so. The bus ride back was only thirty minutes, so while I knew I'd be needing to go upon arrival, it shouldn't have been an issue. Suddenly, one of the other guys remarks about how much he is busting to go, and I basically said "me too." It was only going to be another 8-10 minutes travel, and I sat silently, legs crossed, back teeth swimming, telling myself "only 8 more minutes! Only 6 more minutes," etc. Stuff me, we're literally 1km away, no more than a 2 minute drive, when the guy jumps up, and yells at the driver, "Hey! Can you pull over near the reserve? I'm not going to make it!" Of course the 15+ people on the bus start stirring him relentlessly, but he didn't care. "Get f...ed! I'm not gonna make it," was his response. So picture this. We're in the suburbs, on a busy road, and there's a lake with a park, walking track and stuff beside the road, and he has the driver pull over and open the door, and he runs into the bushes, with cars going past every few seconds. Meanwhile, I've been sitting there quietly, telling myself "Only 2 more minutes tops. You've got this!" Then, we're stopped, and my bladder gave a twitch, along with my cock. Suddenly, I'm quite positive that I could be in trouble here..... Screw it. With the club only 2 minutes away, and regardless of the risk of a fine, I gave in. "I'm coming with ya!" I cried, much to the delight of the other guys, and I too ran off the bus and deep into the bushes. "You bastard!" I told him, as we stood side by side relieving ourselves. "I woulda made it if you didn't stop the freaking bus!" "Sorry mate," he replied. "I was about to wet myself." No one else joined us, and we got a cheer and a round of sarcastic applause as we got back on, for the final 2 minutes of our journey.
  18. female Family Over Friends

    I’m back with a fic that I am actually quite proud of! It’s long and very plot heavy - I love angst, so be prepared for a lot of that. Trigger warning for cursing, fights, recreational drug use (teenagers), underage drinking, brief descriptions of violence, past child abuse, and the like. I know it sounds really angsty and heavy now, but I promise you that my stories usually get worse before they get better! Just remember that they do get better. Trust me. I’ll stop rambling now. Enjoy! x ✧✧✧ “911, what’s your emergency?” “...” “...Hello?” “...” “We’re sending an officer to your location right now. Please stay on the line.” Despite what the 911 operator says, sixteen year old Elliot shakes his head and hangs up. He can hear faint screams and sirens from the distance, so he does what he does best. He runs. // SIX HOURS EARLIER Sent to: Ollie ollie can u buy more of my medicine? I only have enough for this week Sent to: Elliot Of course, squirt. What time are you gonna be home? Sent to: Ollie idk probably around 4:30 some seniors said they wanted to see me Sent to: Elliot Seniors? El, is everything okay? Sent to: Ollie yeah haha don’t worry about it Sixteen-year old Elliot Anderson slips his phone in his pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing as his older brother continues to text him incessantly. He walks down the hall towards the cafeteria, whistling quietly to calm his nerves. Classes finished about an hour ago, but one of the older, popular seniors had bumped into him in the bathroom, saying that they needed to talk after classes. The senior, Seth, had smiled at him and reassured him that it was nothing serious, and that he should come to the cafeteria when his last period was over. Elliot nodded and scurried away as fast as possible, biting his nails as his brain made up different possibilities to why a senior would want to see him, out of all people. Shrugging his nerves off and actually feeling a little bit excited, Elliot waited for the bell to ring and now found himself walking to meet Seth again. As soon as he steps into the cafeteria, he sees Seth grin. “Hey, over here!” Seth calls out, waving him over. Elliot smiles shyly and tightens his grip on his bag, silently quickening his step. “Hi,” Elliot mumbles. “Um, you said that you wanted to see me?” “Yeah. So I’m gonna get straight to the point – I’m hosting a party later tonight, and I want you to come.” Elliot blinks. Me? He thinks, wondering why Seth would invite him out of all people. “Um…” “I know, I’m sorry if I sound creepy,” the older boy chuckles. “It’s just that most of us seniors just got accepted into colleges, and we wanna make the most out of the last few weeks we have together,” “But I’m not a senior,” Elliot pouts, feeling a little bit confused. “Why am I invited?” “Cause you’re cool, man,” Seth laughs, playfully hitting his shoulder. Elliot winces. “And, you aren’t the only sophomore invited. You won’t be out of place or anything, I’ll be with you the whole time. I can even introduce you to a couple hot chicks from the school downtown.” Elliot blushes and looks down, hiding his smile. He actually felt flattered that he was being invited out for once. “Can you give me the address? I’ll ask my brother later.” “Sure, man. Hope to see you there!” Seth smiles, grabbing Elliot’s phone and writing down his address on the notes application. Elliot thanks him and then leaves, picking up his pace and running home as soon as he is out of the campus. He gets home five minutes later, basically collapsing on the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m home!” He calls out. Elliot’s older brother, Oliver, comes downstairs and sighs when he sees how exhausted and sweaty his little brother is. “Did you run home again?” He asks rhetorically, stepping into the kitchen. “Yeah,” Elliot breathes out. “But hey! I got invited to a party!” “A party?” Oliver frowns, peeking out of the kitchen. He eventually comes out and hands Elliot a glass of water. “Yeah,” Elliot shrugs, sitting down and taking a sip. “Some guy named Seth invited me.” “Do you know him? Elliot, this sounds a bit sketchy…” “We have algebra together,” Elliot explains. “He sits behind me.” “But do you actually know him?” Oliver repeats, giving Elliot a stern look. “I don’t want you to be there alone.” “Ollie, I’ll be fine,” Elliot groans dramatically. “Besides, I’m not the only sophomore going. Plus, didn’t you say you wanted me to make new friends?” “I know I did, but I’m just not sure if a party is the best place to make long lasting friendships.” “Ollie,” Elliot whines, sounding very much like a child. “Please, I actually really wanna go.” “Since when were you into parties, huh?” Oliver chuckles. “You’re mean,” Elliot sticks his tongue out, leaning on his older brother. “Look, you can even pick me up at 11 or something. I just wanna check it out.” “Okay, I will,” Oliver decides, his mood becoming more serious. “Have you taken your medicine today?” Elliot blushes and nods slowly. “But I just ran out. I told you-” “Are you sure you feel up to socializing with a bunch of older people?” “Yes, I’m gonna be fine,” Elliot sighs, feeling irritable. “I’m 16, Ollie. I can take care of myself.” “I know you can. I just worry.” “You worry too much,” he mumbles. “Just let me do my own thing, and I’ll be fine.” // “Hey guys, the little one made it!” Elliot smiles nervously, looking around the house. The music is blaring from the speakers and suddenly he wants to run back outside and chase after Oliver’s car. Shaking the thought out of his head, he smiles tightly. “Um, h-hi,” “Hey little dude,” an older girl, clearly intoxicated, grins at him and leans closer, bringing her lips to his ears. “You’re the one who can hook us up, right?” Elliot’s smile drops almost as quickly as it came. Hook them up? With what? “Sandra, shut up,” Seth chuckles, pulling her away from Elliot and wrapping his own arm around him before dropping his voice to a low whisper. “But yeah, this is our man. I’ve seen him pop pills several time in the school bathrooms.” Elliot’s face pales. Seth had seen him taking his medicine? And he thought they were drugs? “Seth, I don’t think you—” Seth’s grip on Elliot’s shoulder tightens painfully, making the young teenager whimper in surprise. The older kids surrounding him are suddenly looking at him with such judgmental eyes and he feels his heartbeat rise. “Seth,” he whispers, looking up at the taller boy. “That hurts.” Seth forces a fake smile in his direction before he lets go and leaves. “Sorry, kid. Stay here. I’ll go grab you a drink.” “I’ll go with you,” an older boy says, following after Seth. The atmosphere has clearly changed. Elliot shyly looks up at the group of teenagers around him and quickly looks back down. Sandra leans closer to him again and he flinches away. “So, kid, what type of pills were Seth talking about?” Elliot gulps. “Oh, um… I don’t think it’s the type you usually-” “Not the type?” Another guy speaks up, looking at Elliot in an extremely intimidating manner. “What type are they, then? Do you just not wanna share ‘em with us?” “N-no, that’s not it at all,” Elliot says nervously, wringing his hands together. “I’m uh, actually diagnosed with—” “What’s going on?” Seth appears, handing Elliot a drink. Everyone shrugs and goes back to what they’re doing, except for the guy who was just threatening him. Elliot is thankful for the distraction, so he quickly takes a big gulp of whatever drink was given him and chokes it down. It tastes horrible. It burns his throat. “Finish that,” Sandra speaks up as they start walking away, giving him a wink. “Come find us when you’re ready to share your loot.” Elliot looks up at Seth, confused. “Are you going with them?” He asks, eyes wide. “Yeah,” Seth replies, turning around. “Wanna come?” Elliot gulps and his eyes follow the path that the older seniors are following. It’s dark and it smells like alcohol. He looks down and shakes his head, feeling hurt that Seth just broke his promise. “Suit yourself,” Seth shrugs, and Elliot watches as they all disappear into the darkness of the hallway. // Everything is spinning. Elliot’s been tipsy before, sure, during late night Christmas dinners with Oliver, but he’s never felt this...fuzzy. He can’t hear the conversations of the people around him, he can’t walk in a straight line, he can’t understand the lyrics of the music playing, and most importantly, he can’t find the bathroom. It’s been around two and a half hours since Seth’s group left him alone with a drink, and his bladder has been slowly filling up since then. The fact that he’s nervous doesn’t help his need to use the toilet. It makes everything worse. He’s been trying to find a bathroom for the past half hour, but the alcohol in his system makes it nearly impossible. Now, he feels close to wetting himself right there. He grips the front of his jeans and looks around for Seth, taking a deep breath as he walks down the sketchy looking hallway. He finds Seth and his friends talking by the corner of the room, and he walks towards them unsteadily. “Seth,” he slurs, grabbing the older boy’s arm. Seth pushes him away automatically. “What do you want, kid?” “I needa go to the bathroom,” he hiccups, his words slurred together. Instead of the older guys leading him there, they all start laughing at him. Elliot looks up and watches them through confused eyes. He squirms uncomfortably. What’s so funny? “James, check out the kid! He’s so messed up!” Sandra yells, dragging one of her friends with her. Elliot takes a tentative step back. “I needa go,” he repeats, his voice pleading now. “Can, can you tell me where it is, please?” “Give us your pills first, and maybe we’ll bring you there.” The guy named James speaks up, his eyes dark. “We invited you here so you could share, kid. Don’t keep all the fun to yourself.” “I don’ have any pills,” Elliot tries to explain again, but he finds it extremely difficult to form coherent sentences. “No pills. Ran out. Didn’t bring ‘em. I have to pee.” “Liar,” he snarls, pushing Elliot backwards. Hard. He loses his balance, letting go of Seth’s arm and landing on his bottom. Seth narrows his eyes, but Elliot is just confused... These are older teenagers, right? Shouldn’t they be taking care of him the same way Oliver does? “Look at him,” James sneers, kicking his Elliot’s side. “No offense, Seth, but you brought my hopes up. This kid is fucking lame.” Sandra laughs and agrees, pushing Elliot back down once he tries to stand up again. “He’s a lightweight, though. This is entertaining.” Elliot whimpers and curls up as the pain radiates through his upper body. His head is spinning and bladder is throbbing again, making him feel the beginning of a panic attack starting. As quickly as he can, he crawls away from the group and sprints to another room. He can’t breathe at all. His head is spinning and he wants— no, he needs his older brother. He needs Oliver. With shaky hands, Elliot pulls his phone out and presses the first number on speed dial. He sinks to the ground, his free hand gripping his chest, as he prays for Oliver to pick up. He doesn’t. Elliot starts to cry by the third time Oliver ignores his call. His throat is closing up and his entire body is trembling with the force of the sobs he keeps trying (and failing) to hold back. He hasn’t had an anxiety episode this bad in months, and the only person who can calm him down is Oliver, but… Oh no, Oliver’s gonna be so upset that he couldn’t hold it together. Oliver hasn’t answered his calls, either. Oliver’s gonna hate him and leave him the same way Dad and Mom did. He really can’t breathe now, and he’s growing more terrified by the second. Oh god, what if he’s dying? He feels exactly like he felt four years ago, the year he and Oliver were taken away from his parents - the year his life had become a steady series of anxiety attacks. Every time he closes his eyes he sees his mom’s disappointed face and hears his dad’s angry yells. With a choked whimper, Elliot rubs his eyes and tries to breathe. He dials the only number that he knows will help him — he calls 911. PRESENT TIME Elliot bolts away from the house the moment he hears an ambulance. He’s still stuck in the same flashback - the smell of alcohol, the screams and sirens, and the feeling of being helpless is way too familiar. He runs and runs and runs until his legs collapse, and he curls up on the corner of the street, his legs, chest, and bladder burning. He rolls over to throw up, crying as he does so. There are people chasing him. It’s over. “Stop right there!” Elliot chokes and backs up when he hears that, his bladder releasing for a brief moment. His crotch is suddenly warm and wet, but he manages to stem the flow as two large figures come up to him. “Young man, stand up,” the low voice says. “Dad, m s-sorry,” Elliot slurs, hiding his face. “D-didn’t mean to -” “Dad? Young man, what are you talking about?” “S-sorry sir, I j-just - I c-can’t breathe -” “Okay, calm down, son. Let’s focus on breathing. Can you tell me your name?” The man says quietly. Elliot rubs his eyes and nods quickly. “El-Elliot.” “Okay Elliot, listen to my voice. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds...” Elliot tries to listen to the voice, but his heart is beating too fast and he’s too far gone. He looks up helplessly at the man, tries to understand what he’s saying, but becomes way too overwhelmed. Soon enough, Elliot slumps forward and passes out while the sounds of the sirens come closer. // Elliot wakes up in the backseat of a police car. He jerks up and hits his head, whimpering loudly as he feels the pressure in his bladder. It’s more than uncomfortable now. It physically hurts, and he can feel how bloated his stomach is. He’s dizzy and tired and nauseous and he feels like he’s about to pass out again just as the car is parked. “Come out, kid,” The policeman says gently. “Call me Officer Miller.” Officer Miller leads Elliot to a room and makes him sit down. Seth and his friends enter beside him and Elliot can feel the tension and intimidation radiating off them. “Stay here,” Officer Miller says, leaving Elliot alone with a bunch of angry high school seniors. “I was supposed to play a basketball game tomorrow, you snitch,” Seth growls after he is sure they are left alone, his eyes flashing. “Now I can’t because my parents are gonna kill me thanks to you — I brought you here to have some fun, and you ruined everything for everyone. Everyone hates you now, Elliot. You’re nothing but a stupid loser—" Elliot covers his ears. Seth’s words drown out and become a muffled ringing. He can’t process anything anymore - the lights are too bright, Seth is talking is too loud, and everything is just wrong. He quietly pulls his olive green beanie down to cover his eyes, biting his lower lip so hard to the point where it actually begins to draw blood. His hands are shaking. So are his legs. And his shoulders. His entire body, actually. And he really, really, needs the toilet now. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, rocking back and forth while a couple of policemen eventually everybody away to different rooms. He starts to count backwards from one-hundred, to get his breaths to even out, but it’s extremely difficult to do so when everything feels like it’s his fault. He unconsciously crosses his legs and curls up, hiding his face from view as his bladder continues to throb painfully. “Elliot, kid? Can you follow me, please?” Elliot stands up on shaky legs, looking up at the same policeman smiling at him and barely registering the fact that his bladder has nearly reached its breaking point. He bites his thumbnail and follows the officer down the hall, his breaths hitching as he passes by his peers, who are all staring at him like he murdered someone. He clenches his eyes shut again and tries to swallow the vomit slowly rising up his throat. He can hear everybody around him murmur angrily, and he wraps the blanket around him tighter. “My curfew was an hour ago. My mom’s gonna kill me.” “Is he the kid who snitched? What a killjoy.” His head is still fuzzy, but he can understand the meaning of those words now. It hurts, but it’s true. He deserves it. Elliot is brought down the hall and into another room full of officers. He freezes and backs up against Officer Miller, who pushes him forward and into a chair gently. Elliot barely notices the small trail of urine that has begun running down his left leg in a slow and steady stream. Luckily for him, however, it stops the moment he sits down. Once again, Elliot can hear a bunch of voices speaking at the same time, and he shifts uncomfortably. This time, however, the voices aren’t angry. They sound...concerned? “Officer Ramirez, give me a quick summary, please.” “Okay. Well, the owner of the house that the party happened in is an nineteen year old male named Seth Hernandez. All the young adolescents who were caught under the influence are in the waiting room right now. Their families are being notified of the current events as of the moment.” “And the boy who called the police?” “Sixteen year old Elliot Anderson. He was under the influence of something as well, actually, but we suspect that somebody laced his drink without his consent.” “Was there anything else?” “No. When we found him, he was two blocks away from where the party was, actually.” “Two blocks away? Why?” “From what we understood, he ran away once dispatch arrived at the location. He was nearing a panic attack, and Officer Miller was the only one who was able to calm him down.” Elliot tries to block out the rest of the words. He doesn’t want to hear how pathetic he sounds one more time, so once again, he pulls his beanie down and covers his ears. Everything hurts. There are tears dripping down his cheeks slowly, his heartbeat is erratic, and he’s never needed the bathroom as bad as he does now. “Elliot?” A young police officer speaks, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You can open your eyes, you know.” Elliot whimpers and shakes his head. He’s in so much trouble - he’s trying to prepare himself for the beatings to come. Not only does he feel his anxiety rising, making him nauseous, he also feels his bladder throb urgently, signaling that he needs to find a toilet now - he turns his head up a bit to ask the officers if he can be excused, but they’re all so tall and scary, so he ends up throwing up all over his shoes, and on the shoes of the officer in front of him. “Ngh,” Elliot groans before his stomach lurches, and he throws up once more. He starts hyperventilating again, his hands shaking intensely. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll clean it up, please don’t be angry with me, I’m—” “It’s alright,” Officer Ramirez says, rubbing Elliot’s back as another officer hands places a basin on his lap. “Honey, you have a lot of chemicals in your body. You need to get it out of your system.” Elliot nods and spits into the basin, his hands shaking. “Is there anybody you can call?” She asks him once he is finished being sick. “Parents, maybe?” Elliot stiffens and shakes his head. “N-no parents. I live with my older brother.” “How old is he?” “Twenty se-seven,” he hiccups, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home -” “Please give us his number,” she interrupts him, handing him a piece of paper and a pencil. “We’ll notify him of your situation right now so he can pick you up and you can go home.” Elliot does as he is told and resumes hiding behind his beanie while rocking back and forth. Oliver is going to be so mad, he thinks. Then he's gonna send me away forever. // Twenty minutes later, Oliver is at the police station, frantically trying to find the officers that called him. "Are you Oliver Anderson?" Oliver whips around and nods quickly. "Yes," he says, out of breath. "I got a call about my brother Elliot. Where is he? Is he okay? I need to see him and-" "Sir, please calm down. Your brother is safe, but he has been panicking since we found him," Officer Ramirez explains, and Oliver feels his blood run cold. "We need you to stay calm so that he begins to feel safe. Okay?" "Okay," Oliver nods, taking a deep breath and following her into a room near the back of the hall. When he steps into the room, the first thing he sees is Elliot curled up on a chair, covering his ears. "Elliot, honey," Officer Ramirez says, and Elliot's eyes snap up. "Your brother is here." Elliot loses control slowly at first, then all at once — his bladder decides to give up the moment he sees his older brother. The warm, wet liquid soaks the front of his pants and snakes around to the back of his knees. He doesn’t even try to stop it. He feels sickening relief as his bottom gets drenched with urine, but the relief doesn’t last long. Heat begins to pool in his lap and soon he feels tears fill his eyes. The stream lasts for what feels like hours, dripping on the carpeted office floor in soft trickles, and by the time Elliot has finished going, even the bottom of his shirt is soaked. Nobody says anything for a couple seconds. Elliot’s entire face is burning and then suddenly, without any warning, he bursts into tears. Chaos in the room ensues. Elliot feels Oliver come closer to him and rub his back as he cries while the other officers are hustling around. “El, are you done?” He whispers, and Elliot nods shakily, his shoulders trembling as he sobs brokenly into his hands. Oliver quietly bends down to tie his jacket around his waist and takes his hand. He mouths a quick “sorry” to the officers, and prompts Elliot to step out of the huge puddle of urine. Despite the tears, Elliot complies, his sneakers splashing the warm puddle around, leaving wet footprints around the carpet. “Shh, El, breathe deeply now,” Oliver whispers, keeping his hand on Elliot’s back and continuing to try and calm him down. Elliot has never felt this distraught before, so he clings to his older brother as he sobs and hiccups, gripping the back of Oliver’s shirt like a lifeline. “I’m so sorry,” Oliver mumbles to Officer Ramirez and Officer Miller. “He, he has anxiety. Clinically. This doesn’t normally happen, actually — thank you for taking care of him so well, though.” “No need to explain, young man,” Officer Ramirez smiles at him and hands him her card. “If ever you need anything, please know that you have friends right here in the station.” It all becomes a blur after that. Elliot feels hands pick him up and he continues to cry pathetically into Oliver’s neck. The officers lead them out and promise they’ll sort everything out the next day and Oliver brings them to the car. He tucks his little brother in the backseat, trying his best to avoid any more complications, kisses his forehead, and drives them home. // “We’re home, El.” Elliot opens his eyes and blearily looks around. Oliver unlocks his door and helps him stand, rubbing his back the whole time. He quietly unlocks the door to their house and ushers Elliot inside. “I th-thought they liked me.” Oliver feels his heart break as he hears his little brother speak coherently for the first time since he picked him up. “Elliot, kiddo…” “They were using me,” he continues shakily, looking up. There are tears dripping down his nose. “When I got there, they said they wanted me to hook them up with drugs. They were talking about my anxiety meds. They—they kept pushing me. And it felt like—” “El, you don’t have to continue—” “—it felt like Dad,” Elliot’s voice breaks, and he buries his face in his hands. “It felt like Dad, and everything was too loud, and I think they put something in my drink and they were laughing at me and, and I couldn’t think straight,” Oliver takes two giant steps forward and tugs his little brother close. Fuck Elliot’s soaked pants, all he cares about now is making sure his little brother feels safe again. He picks him up and sits down on the couch with him on his lap, rubbing his back. “It’s okay,” he soothes gently. “It’s okay, Elliot. Dad’s not here anymore. No one’s gonna hurt you.” “I didn’t mean to call the police!” The young teenager sobs into his brother’s chest. “Everything was just too loud, and I couldn’t breathe anymore! You weren’t answering your phone, and, and my head was fuzzy, and my tummy was hurting, and they wouldn’t show me the bathroom but I had to pee so baaaad!” He wails and falls apart, his hands gripping Oliver’s shirt. “I know,” Oliver whispers, closing his eyes and kissing his brother’s forehead. “I know, Elliot. I know. I’m so sorry I wasn’t answering your phone calls, kiddo." “I thought you a-abandoned me,” he moans, clinging onto Oliver tightly as more tears drip down his cheek. “I was a-all alone.” “I know, shh, I’m so sorry, kiddo,” Oliver sooths, cradling him in his arms. “I promise you we’ll never have to deal with anything like that again.” “Promise?” Elliot sniffles, clutching Oliver’s shirt tightly. “I promise, El. You’re safe.” Elliot falls asleep in Oliver’s arms after ten minutes. Once his breathing is even and it seems like he has stopped crying, Oliver stands up, hoists him on his hip, and brings him to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm, soapy water. He gives his sleeping little brother a quick bath, making sure to wash his legs extra carefully. Oliver gets Elliot dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie in record time, then tucks him in in his own bed. He sighs in relief when Elliot doesn’t wake up. This is something he knows how to do - he knows how to take care of his little brother like the back of his hand. Exhaling harshly, he changes into fresh clothes as well, making sure to keep all the wet, dirty clothes in the laundry room to be washed tomorrow. His head hurts and he is so, so angry at himself for not being there when Elliot needed him most, but he pushes those thoughts away in favor of gently running his hand through Elliot’s hair. A few minutes later, Elliot’s eyes flutter and he opens them halfway. “Ollie?” He mumbles, stirring around. “Go back to sleep El,” Oliver whispers, kissing his hair. “Don’ leave me,” he whispers, clinging to him tightly. Oliver smiles sadly and pulls him onto his lap, rubbing his back. “I won’t leave you,” he promises, trying to soothe him completely. “Nothing’s going to hurt you, okay, El? Not while I’m around.” Elliot looks confused for a bit, sort of like he doesn’t remember what happened that night, but he seems to accept that answer and falls asleep with his head against his big brother’s chest. Oliver looks down at him and sighs. How could anybody want to bully his little brother? Elliot was an amazing kid, and despite his anxiety, he was the kindest and most genuine person Oliver knew. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. He is no longer upset with himself, but now he is upset with everyone who let the situation worsen. If anybody messes with his little brother again, there will be hell to pay. The End (?) ✧✧✧ Aaaand there we go! Nearly 5,000 words of pure angst. I really enjoy reading your comments - please let me know what you think and what I can improve on. I listen to every piece of criticism. Also, I know that I explained Elliot’s situation with his parents very briefly, and I am thinking of continuing the story by adding one more chapter that explains what happened to them. I’ll only do this if you guys are interested in reading more, though, so please let me know! :) I have a couple more ideas that I’m trying to finish so that I can contribute more male omorashi to this website. Haha! Once again, thank you very much for reading. I hope you liked it. X
  19. View File Desperation and Red shorts wetting Back from the swimming pool I was feeling already desperate and horny so I just kept doing my stuff while drinking water till I really can't hold it, hope you like it at least it was a lot of fun to do ! Ps : I did not have any screen so I just put a random picture sorry ! Submitter DlavalD Submitted 02/04/2014 Category Male Wetting  
  20. My 1st video: Wetting and Messing Accident(Seperate Videos) View File This is my first upload here. The first video does contain messing so if that's bit your thing you can skip to the second. In the first video I start to wet myself and then I end up pooping myself to. The second video I finish wetting myself and then I show it off. Hope you like it . Let me know what you think. Submitter omnicentdemoman Submitted 03/08/2015 Category Pants Wetting  
  21. View File Wetting My Jeans Outside The text to this story is in Live Action Omorashi. I had to pee for 5.5 hours having last peed 8 hours ago. The video opens with some desperation, then I can't hold it any more I begin leaking in my blue jeans. I am rather vocal about my desperation. The beginning is not as good as I wanted, I had the camera a bit too close . I know better, but I didn't plan the shot until I had to pee so badly , I was on the verge of loosing control. Later I decide to move outside , to avoid making a huge puddle on the floor , from my large bladder's contents. The quality improves outside, as does the naughtiness. As it was I still made a puddle inside. From the last part of my live action post. I made it to noontime still dry. I will start recording in a minute. I stood up and stopped holding myself. Although it was partly due to standing, I think that those that say holding yourself are wrong . Within a minute I started leaking, despite struggling to keep my sphincter shut. The leaks quickly became big spurts that became continuous. For several seconds just my white cotton briefs got wet, before soaking through form the small wet spot in my crotch. Then I let go and soaked my jeans .It felt great, not only relief from the intense pressure but also the fun of wetting my pants. Once my stream coursed down my leg I went out on my deck to finish, not only to prevent a big puddle on the floor, but for the increased naughtiness of peeing in my pants outside. I recorded it, hopefully it came out ok to post in the video section.My camera quit-should have checked the battery as I was peeing. Submitter wettingman Submitted 05/04/2015 Category Pants Wetting  
  22. Desperate Jeans Holding / Wetting 2 View File Repost from video links and uploads section. Submitter Leitmotif Submitted 03/06/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  23. It's a holding competition segment among Japanese MEN. Part of the extreme game show trend similar to Fear Factor. While it features MEN it's erotic to think of women watching it and getting a goose/being turned on from the predicament of the desperate guys. Anyone remember this? I've searched with no luck..
  24. Summer with Snape

    So this is an actual story like with Chapters I just hope I figure where to put the next Chapter. Hopefully just underneath this one but I hope you guys like it. This is male desperation and it will include some bedwetting later on in the story. The main characters are Harry and Snape because I love them both to death. Chapter 1 Harry sighed softly as the shifted in his seat, he hated traveling by muggle means they always took so slow. At the moment he was sitting in the backseat of a muggle automobile also known as a car and was going to his Professor's Manor. Why they couldnt floo was besides him. Why the hell did he hve to spend his Dursely free summer with Snape of all people? He squirmed in his seat again, and looked out the window. He really needed to pee, and was getting borderline desperate as the minutes ticked by. Snape was sitting in the drivers seat, leaving Harry to ponder when his teacher learned to drive. He thankfully was sitting in the back, needing space to lie down, which also meant that he could hold himelf if he needed to. 20 minutes rolled by and found Harry giving himself occasional squeezes to keep his liquid in. Snape was still driving along having not noticed a thing was wrong with his charge. He didnt want to embarrass himself in front of Snape of all people, giving the man more things to taunt him with, so he better speak up. "Professor, how long until we get there?" "We'll be there in about 6 hours Potter." "Oh, do you think we could stop at a petrol station sir?" "Why? Surely your not hungry, if I recall there is food in the basket on the floor." "No sir I'm not hungry." "Then what did you need?" Snape asked getting annoyed. "I just wanted to..uh...stretch my legs sir." He replied hurridley, somewhere along the way his courage vanished. "Right, have you forgotten that you are a horrible liar Potter?" "Sorry sir" "What did you really need?" Snape pressed. "The loo sir," Harry finally whispered. "I see," was all the man said. Harry was grateful that the man had dropped the subject but his bladder was still throbbing and the man never actually said he was going to stop somewhere. Harry found himself involuntarily gasping and moaning softly in an effort to keep it all in. The last time he had used the toilet was that morning when they left Hogwarts. It was now 2:00pm and he really needed to relieve himself, or he would soon have a humilating situation on his hands. Severus could hear the boy quite cleary behind him making noises, surely the boy didn’t have to go that bad? Of course he was putting on extra for the attention, since he was acting Severus figured he wouldn't mind waiting. “Sir please can you pull over?” Harry finally begged, tears springing into his eyes. “No Potter, I’ll pull over in about an hour. You are 12 years old and not a baby so I know that you can and will hold it.” “I really cant sir, I’m not even joking.” “1 hour Potter, now cease this incessant talking.” Harry now had his left hand firmly grasped in his pants, he knew his teacher was cruel but he never imagined the man would stoop this low. What part of he had to pee didn’t he get? He felt a spurt of pee leak out into his boxers before whimpering to himself, he was going to wet himself soon he just knew it. He quickly blinked away the traitorous tears that threathned to fall, and focused on his bladder. As another spurt followed, he found himself frozen in fear, he was going to wet himself in the man’s car. Severus looked discreetly in the mirror where he could check on the boy. The child’s face was beet red and he looked like he was struggling to hold back more then just the tears in his eyes. He had thought the boy was pretending but now he was having second guesses on that. “Potter, when was the last time you used the loo today?” “When I woke up this morning sir,” the boy said as he sniffled. “And you did not think to inform me of this why?” “I didn’t think it was important sir,” he answered. “Foolish child, of course it’s important. The next rest area isnt for another 30 minutes do you think you can hold it?” Severus asked, he was already annoyed with himself for not believing the child, and annoyed with the boy for not speaking up sooner. Harry felt himself nodding that he could but on the inside he knew he couldn’t. He was slowly leaking and he casually looked down to see if his blue jeans had a spot. They didn’t but he knew that if he couldn’t hold on they would. Suddenly he sat rimrod in his seat, as a 2 second spurt leaked into his pants, he could feel his bum getting wet. And ingoring the tears that were now falling freely down his face he squirmed with all his might to keep it in. As he was fighting his bladder, his Professor suddenly swered the car startling Harry. Spurt after spurt came out, and by the time he gained control the back of his pants were soaked. He could feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was wet and when he got out Snape would know what he did. What was worse was that he still had to go really badly. “Are you alright there Potter?” “Yes sir, what happened?” Harry asked trying to keep his voice from cracking on his tears. “There was a dead animal in the road.” “Oh, are we almost there sir?” “In about 15 more minutes we should be. How are you holding up Potter?” “I’m fine sir,” Harry stated miserably. “Are you sure, you don’t sound fine.” “I am sir,” Harry answered. He rocked back in forth trying to keep the remaining pee in, for all it was worth. They had just taken the exit when all of a sudden Harry gasped loudly, startling Snape. His poor bladder just had enough of the abuse and forcibly released itself all over the man’s car. He heard the sound of his pee hitting the floor and he was sure that Snape could hear it too, but the man never said a word. Severus looked in the mirror at the boy who had a look of intense fear in his eyes, he could already guess what happened by the look in the boy's eyes. His face really was an open book at times. They were both at fault here, him for not thinking to take the child's needs into account and the boy for not speaking up. But he shook his head at that, the boy did speak up, he just didnt believe him. Shaking his head at his stupidity this was exactly the kind of thing his father had done to him as a kid, and he knew how the boy felt. It was warm and flowing out of him like someone had turned on the tap and left it on. He tried to stop it but he had no more control over his body, and he sagged in relief. As he finished he found he couldn’t say anything if he tried, he only hoped the man wouldn’t tease him for this. They pulled into the petrol station and parked. “I don’t need it anymore sir,” Harry finally whispered his throat thick with tears. “I realize that Mr. Potter, but I figured you wanted to clean up.” Snape replied gently. “Yes sir, I don’t want to go in there and have them see me like this.” “Mr Potter I am a wizard am I not?” Snape asked sarcastically. “Yes sir” “I will spell you clean, stand by the car please.” Harry slowly got out the car, his trousers were now a very dark blue and when he stood up his pee from the trousors ran into his shoes, it was a horrible squishy feeling. The seat in the man’s car was soaked and the floor looked like someone had wasted a liter of water in it, but the smell gave it away that it wasn’t just water. He felt the rush of warmeth from the spell as it cleaned him. He made no eye contact with his teacher, he kept his face low to the ground and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. He was 12 as the man had pointed out, and 12 year olds do not have accidents. He got back into the car when the man finished and layed down on the back seat tears once again springing into his eyes. Covering his head with his blanket Harry softly cried himself into an uneasy sleep.