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  1. Dr. Philthy

    Desperation delay

    So how does an amusement park, a freeway and a graveyard factor into me coming close to having an accident? Well, this past weekend has the answer. So on Saturday I plan to go with some friends to one of the big amusement parks out where I live. Plans kind of fall through so only two of us head out. Normal day of lots of walking and entertaining shows. Nothing out of the ordinary. Picking up burgers for lunch with the refillable souvenir cups and enjoying a large lemonade. After eating and catching another show, I go to use the bathroom and spend time hopping from event to event. Now keep in mind that it is the summertime and the heat makes you rather thirsty. Even without it being terribly hot that day, all the walking does start building up your thirst. So I down a bottle of water, use my cup to refill with water and enjoy one of the local drinks of the park. Around 4:30 or so we're planning to leave and my friend heads off to use the bathroom. While they're gone, I start to get some of the little signals from my bladder that the liquid I've been drinking since lunch has taken residence down inside of it. Now with a little backstory detour, I haven't done any real enduring holds in at least 5 or so years, and I get rather noticeable sudden urges which is probably a result of that. But what I was feeling wasn't too bad; maybe between a 3 and 4 and I knew I could make it home fine. So we headed out of the park, stopped off at a couple of stores, headed to the parking garage (which had the last bathrooms available to use) and made the trek back. The drive getting to the freeway and driving along wasn't too bad, and no concerns about time since the park is only about an hour away from where I live. Everything is going fine as we casually chatted about getting something to eat when all of a sudden, the classic omo cliche occurs..... Traffic. And a lot of it. I sigh and just grimace, not only for the fact that I have a bit of an impatient streak in me and that I don't see any accidents on my maps that should be slowing us down, but also for the fact that this is going to delay me in the trip to the bathroom I expected to have not too long from now. I cut in and out of traffic, trying to stave off the thought that the little 3-4 out of 10 you were feeling is steadily sitting at a 6 or so. It's not enough to make me need to grab myself, but with how the urges that I have dealt with the past few years strike, I was concerned about a strong one catching me out of nowhere. So I'm navigating through the traffic pretty well and at good speed and my friend mentions a night event that was brought up a few weeks ago going on that night: a night hike through a cemetery. Now I've done a few hikes, certainly none through a cemetery at night, but with Halloween approaching soon and being a pal to involve myself with some other activities, I decide to come along too, thinking I can stop at home, use the bathroom and then head out. Freeway moves along at normal speed, my desperation is still there, but manageable. I'm fine with all this going on, and then slow, slow, slowing down....to another big patch of traffic. I check the maps on my phone again and a bit of frustration hits me. There's deep traffic in 2 different spots on the freeway that are stopped dead. So now I pull some ingenuity to exit the freeway and take side streets running alongside ir so I can hop back on and continue. This works, but my friend says, "dang, guess we'll just have to head straight there since it's so late." That side street trick did get us out of traffic, but also set us back about a half hour, meaning I couldn't stop anywhere now to use any bathroom. I thought about mentioning to stop somewhere, but my friend had been having a rough year and was really looking forward to getting out some, so I kept quiet. My desperation is pushing on a 7 at this point and it's taking what I have to focus on driving so I don't need to hold myself. We arrived only 4 minutes late and greeted everyone who joined. I was contemplating checking for a bathroom inside the building of the cemetery but they were already closed. We walked around for about 2 hours checking out the sights (this cemetery was about 150 years old) and taking in the history and view of things. Meanwhile, I'm near the back of the group starting to shift back and forth a bit (thank goodness it was dark at this point) thinking if there's any way I can break away for a bit to relieve myself, but no such luck came. After the 2 hour mark, we said our goodbyes and departed back home. I pulled up and ran up to unlock the door, then doubled back to the car to grab some items from the park I needed to put away when my friend said "I'll be right back, just need to use the bathroom real quick. I've had to pee for hours". With my face down in the car and almost chuckling to myself, I just said "okay" and watched them run into the house. At this point, I figured if I'm home, might as well do it outside. No sooner than I had thought that, my kind bladder agreed and decided to spike me to a high 9 on the desperation level. I hurried to the side of the house where it is secluded, fumbled with the belt of my shorts for a bit (Damn thing always has a tightening issue to it) lowered them and enjoyed the oh-so-satisfying feeling of relief of a piss that I'd been expecting for at least 6 hours. After that was done, I breathed a big sigh of relief and went on to wrap up my remaining stuff from the day. Hope you enjoyed my little adventure.
  2. fullbladder

    The Dutiful Housewife

    Katherine anxiously bit her lip as she waited for her husband to come into view. Her hands rested on her wide hips, just below where her frilly sky-blue blouse tucked into her navy-blue skirt. She squinted into the sunlight- it had been a smart move to don Barry’s spare hat. Hers didn’t block out the Oklahoma sun as well. “A dutiful housewife keeps her house tidy.” Her late mother’s words echoed in her head. Katherine only hoped she would get the chance to do that today. She took a break from staring at the hill a hundred yards away and scanned the scene around her. Five hay beds had been set up with bedsheets and five ladies were eagerly waiting for their chance to prove they could keep their house in order. Folks from all around had travelled into Hopsdale to witness this once-in-a-lifetime event. There had been plenty of whispers about why the local saloon owner had decided to promote something like this, but no one was complaining. Business was booming all over town this week and everyone was excited to see the show. Over two dozen married ladies had thrown their names into hat a week ago, with the hopes of winning free Sunday dinners at the saloon for a full year. Katherine’s name had been the sixth drawn, after it was revealed the original fifth contestant wasn’t actually married. Katherine snuck a peek at her childhood friend, Anne. She had one leg crossed over the other, as her petite body rocked back and forth. Katherine felt a bit sorry for her- her bladder was too small to have any chance at winning. Growing up, Anne had peed herself a number of times on their walk home from school together. Katherine had been in a few desperate predicaments too, but she had never been shy about popping a squat on the side of the road, no matter how many schoolboys were around. Katherine took a moment to evaluate her own bladder. She felt a slight need to pee, but nothing urgent. The women had been standing out in the sun for nearly two hours now, as their husbands downed six frosty pints at the saloon. With their pants chained shut, the men were required to walk a mile to the contest area, where their wives would unlock them. Any visible wetness on a man’s pants would eliminate that couple. A cheer arose in the distance- the men were coming! Katherine focused on the hobbling, drunken figures in the distance, trying to make out her husband. She was quite concerned that he wouldn’t make it to her without wetting himself. He had drunkenly peed their bed a few times over the years. Once, after a really rough night at the bar, he had showed up home in drenched pants. He later explained that he had been too hammered to get his dick out to pee on a tree on the walk home. As more silhouettes appeared, Katherine discovered Barry was at the back, carefully approaching with his hand clutching his groin. The first man approaching was in a real panic, moving quickly to get to his wife before the inevitable happened. Just as he got to her, he groaned helplessly. She tried to squeeze a hand in between his arms to access the lock, but it was too late. Wet streaks ran down his legs and a puddle formed beneath his frantic wife’s feet. She sighed in frustration and struck his midsection. Katherine didn’t know the couple, but she felt sympathy for both of them. She wanted to continue watching the young man’s accident, but Barry was almost there and she needed to be ready for him. Katherine sat on the edge of her bed, ready with her key. The rules stipulated that she had to be on the bed at point of initial contact. As he arrived, she encouraged him to hold on- she knew how hard things could get when relief was so close. She felt him tremble as she carefully pulled the lock out from his hot sweaty body and tried the key. It took a few attempts as he bounced around urgently, but he managed to hold on. She diligently yanked the chain off his waist and instructed him to let go of his crotch. She observed a damp spot on his underwear as she put his organ into her mouth, just before he lost control. The hot liquid rapidly filled her mouth. She urgently tapped her lover’s hip and felt him tense up. He just managed to slow his stream in time, so Katherine could swallow without leaking anything onto the sheets. Slowly the exercise continued, liquid leaving his body into hers. Beside them, a woman had vomited on her bed and had been eliminated by the judge. Katherine ignored the argument and kept relieving her husband, maintaining focus on not letting a single drop leak from her mouth. Finally, he was empty. He shuddered with relief as Katherine swallowed one final gulp. She pulled up his pants and did them up again, just getting him facing up on the bed before he fell asleep from exhaustion and drunkenness. This was another rule- the judge had to be able to see if a bedwetting occurred. Katherine felt bloated after drinking so much in a short time. The taste of her husband’s pee was still in her mouth, but she was still alive… and only two other couples remained. With their husbands bedded, the ladies were allowed to leave the vicinity of their beds. However, first they had to strip down to their undergarments. Katherine felt a thousand eyes watching her, as she purposefully removed articles of clothing. She had made sure her white bloomers were clean and well ironed that morning. However, she knew she didn’t look her best with a bulging tummy. “A full tummy which will soon become a full bladder,” she thought to herself. The scantly clad women gathered at a small table where they were served a cold pint- it had to be finished before they could tend to their husbands again. Finishing the pint was a careful balance. The ladies couldn’t drink too quickly and throw up the huge volume of liquid they had just consumed. They also couldn’t drink too slowly, since their partner might pee himself before they got back. Katherine knew she had about fifteen more minutes before Barry grew desperate again. They drank over light conversation. Anne didn’t speak much, undoubtedly already feeling mounting pressure from her tiny bladder. Jane, the other woman was curvier, like Katherine. She had moved to Hopsdale three months ago. Despite being her competition, Katherine quickly developed a liking to her. In addition to being a good conversationist, she was very attractive, especially in her lacy pink bloomers. With rapidly filling bladders, drinking took longer than expected. Anne was clutching herself through her underwear as she struggled to finish her drink. Katherine knew she would never do that in front of so many people unless it was an absolute emergency. She took a moment to admire her friend shuffling back to her husband- she was absolutely bursting. It wouldn’t be long before she had an accident. Barry groaned in his sleep and grabbed his cock. Katherine immediately sprang to attention and chugged the rest of her pint. Standing up so quickly almost caused her to leak into her panties, but she clutched herself and kept moving. She realized that having her husband pee into her mouth without leaking was impossible with him lying down- she had to get him up. After much pestering and shaking, he got up to his knees and peed into her mouth. As Katherine knelt bedside, she experienced a mounting vomiting sensation and desperately smacked his leg. He just managed to stem his flow and she had a few seconds to let her stomach settle down. Then, he was uncontrollably peeing again, and she was dutifully swallowing every drop. Anne’s husband, James, was desperate too. As he added even more liquid to his poor wife’s body, she could wait no longer. She shuddered as she swallowed the last of his liquid and the struggle was over. Despite Anne’s tight grip on her womanhood, her bladder would be denied no longer. Her dam burst and hot urine flowed through her knickers, drenching her trembling hand and soiling the bed beneath. In immense relief, she pulled her mouth away from her husband’s penis and collapsed on the bed, at his feet. She continued to flood the makeshift bed, lying facedown in complete surrender. The crowd looked on in amazement at the huge accident before them, but Jane and Katherine had to look away. Their desperation had now increased to the point where they were in serious danger of soiling their own panties. Fortunately, their husbands were relieved and wouldn’t need to pee again for a while. However, their waters were now filling their wives’ bladders at a rapid pace. Despite the women's valiant attempts to show a brave face, the growing desperation was there for everyone to see. The women openly clutched themselves, shivered as intense spasms ran through their tortured bodies, and drew sharp breaths as they struggled to maintain dignity. Katherine was on the verge of wetting herself- she knew it. It was minutes, perhaps seconds before she disgraced herself. What had she been thinking when she had entered this contest? She was about to pee herself in front of hundreds of people and have nothing to show for it but wet panties and shame. She glanced over at Jane, who was hopping about just as badly. Her only salvation from utter humiliation was if Jane peed first. Katherine felt herself squirt. Luckily, her cotton bloomers and clenched hands contained the liquid. No one had seen the wet spot she had just made… yet. She felt the warm wetness on her fingers and clenched tighter still, fighting to keep her pee inside her body. She knew the next squirt would be the last one- there was no way she could stop her bladder’s screaming demands again. She had a thought about leaving the area to find a private spot to pee, but immediately dismissed it. The nearest tree was twenty yards away. She would undoubtedly lose control before she got there. Her bladder pulsed hard- it desired further relief after the initial squirt. Katherine was in the most intense pain of her life- how good it would feel to just let go! She ground her legs together and danced on the spot as her sleepy, drunk husband encouraged her. Jane was now lying beside her man screaming in agony as she clutched herself. Her butt was visible to all, so any wetness would be immediately noticed. The most intense wave of desperation yet ran through Katherine’s strained body. It was too strong and easily overpowered its exhausted victim. Katherine gasped as a warm flood engulfed her white panties, making them transparent. It was over- she had lost. She tilted her head up to the clear blue sky as her long-held pee flowed down her curvy, muscular legs to her feet, forming a giant damp spot on the dry earth. She sighed with pure relief as the intense burden was finally lifted from her feminine body. She had lost the contest and the whole world had seen her piss her pants, but she was finally relieved. As Katherine came to her senses, she heard voices behind her. Barry had grabbed her hand and was celebrating emphatically. She turned to see that Jane had also wet herself. Her thick legs were parted on the bed, revealing a wet spot on the gusset of her pink bloomers. The bed was absolutely soaked- there was even wetness on the ground. In a crazy turn of events, the judge had decided that Jane had begun peeing first, so Katherine was the winner! Forgetting her still-dripping panties and clearly visible bush, Katherine pulled her husband off the bed and dragged him to his feet. They kissed, drawing cheers from the crowd. The second-place couple came over to congratulate the winners, as did the judge and, finally, the saloon owner. He presented the winning couple with a certificate for free dinners, saying that he hoped to see them that night. In mere minutes, Katherine’s panties had already dried off in the hot Oklahoma sun, so she quickly redressed and headed home with her husband. On the lengthy walk home, Katherine needed to pee again, so she pulled up her skirt and peed through her bloomers. After all, there was no time to stop for a squat- they had a dinner to get ready for.
  3. Chris, Sean's and Richard's friend, was throwing a very grand party indeed. It was all set up in the hotel's great banquet hall. Unfortunately for Sean, the hall was jam packed with people they knew. People they had to meet, come what may. The next circle of friends had joined them. As they talked and laughed, Richard glanced at Sean with a little smirk on his face. Despite the wide grin on his face, it was clear that he was panicking. His eyes were a little pink and wide. His face, pale. Every now and then, he tugged up his slim-fit pants by its waistband, ran a hand over his swollen bladder and shoved his hands into his pants pocket while shifting on his feet. "Friends!" A voice bellowed from the stage ahead of them. They turned to see Chris, all dressed up in a shining tuxedo. "So here's the surprise I've been dying to tell you all." Smiling, he paused to look around the hall, checking to see if any of them could guess what it was. "Catherine and I are finally getting married." A round of gasps erupted. Then, a huge round of applause. "This is amazing!" Richard heard a random comment and glanced over at Sean to see him clapping his hands. The applause died down and Chris continued to talk upstage. Sean stuffed his hands back into his pocket and shifted on his feet again. Richard leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "How are you doing?" Sean glanced at him and rolled his eyes while sighing. "I can't do this," he hissed. "Yes, you can." "No, I can't. If I don't pee now, I'll be in trouble." "I still don't see the erection." "I can't have it in here. Not with all these people! Are you crazy?" "Fine. You want to pee?" "Since long!" "Okay, go and pee. But don't come back to me after that." "Richie..." "No, I mean it." "Can we at least cut down on the time? You're asking me to hold it till we get home, which is ridiculous. I already have to pee so badly. How the hell am I going to hold it all night?" Sean spoke in a frantic whisper. "I don't know. Just do it. And... that's where your erection comes in. It will lock in your piss." "Don't you get it? I can't get erect in here." "You will, if you're full enough. Problem is... you aren't." Sean held his tongue for a moment, clearly seething. He grabbed Richard's hand and placed it over his bladder. "Tell me now. Tell me that I'm full." He gnashed his teeth. Richard was stunned at the sudden move. He wasn't expecting that. He allowed his hand to rest over Sean's bladder for a moment, feeling its hardness. Indeed, it was full. Maybe not a hundred percent, but easily close to that. "Not enough," he smirked and gave a couple of pats, sending jolts into Sean's aching bladder. "Erections happen when you really-really-REALLY have to pee. And when I say that, it means, desperately. You aren't desperate enough." "I am." "It's time to raise your bar. I still say you're not desperate enough." "I told you that I am. I'm just aching since so long." "Simply aching doesn't mean you're ready. You will be when you really fear losing it. When you feel that hard push of pee struggling to get out, and then you succeed in holding it back, and you feel your cock throbbing. Until, the first jet of pee spurts out. And then another. And then another." "Are you crazy? I can't do all that in here!" Sean spat and leaned in closer. "Who's asking you to? Hold it in. That's how you get hard." Frustrated, Sean hissed and bend over a little and peeked into Richard's face. Sean was a good 6'3. Richard was close. "See, listen to me. Let's do all of this at home. Trust me! I'll do anything that you want. Tie me up. Make me wear what you want. Make me get the biggest erection ever. Make me hold it all day. Heck, even a couple of leaks for you." "That won't be an honest erection, Sean. Here, with all these people, you can't lie." Sean sighed and gulped hard. He was close to that criteria Richard mentioned. His cock was throbbing after a huge surge of pee desperation. "Can we at least sit down somewhere? I can't hold on like this." "I'd suggest you keep standing," Richard said coyly. "Challenge yourself." "I'll have an accident," Sean argued. "Do you want me to hold it or just piss myself?" Richard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I see your point. Come, let's sit." They sat at a rectangular table for six. As soon as he sat down, Sean squeezed his thighs shut, fanned them and gently edged on the chair. Richard watched him, feeling aroused. He wasn't lying. He really did have to pee. And probably, he's close to exploding. Quietly, without being noticed, Richard slipped a hand under the table and stealthily slithered over Sean's thigh. Sean gave him a bewildered look. "What're you doing?" he whispered. "Checking you out?" Richard moved his hand to Sean's crotch, where his slim-fit pants were bunched up like a tent. He groped gently in an attempt to find his dick. With his pants being tight and fitting, and the ever-growing hardness, it wasn't hard to find Sean's penis. "Hmm, slowly getting hard, eh?" Gulping hard, Sean looked away and jiggled a leg. His face was getting red from it all... getting touched there, the arousal, the fear of being seen... and the desperate the urge to urinate. "You're doing good," Richard encouraged and continued to feel Sean's penis, holding it gently and progressing from the base to the tip. Sean squeezed his eyes for a moment and pressed down on his lips. Being touched there while having to pee desperately was a different feeling altogether. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes and let out a long, quiet puff. "What?" Richard smirked at him. He said nothing. He just clenched his abdomen. Richard could feel him do this again and again, a sign that he was working out on his pee muscles in a desperate attempt to not wet himself. "I'll piss myself," he heard Sean whimper with his head down. He could hardly talk. Squeezing his thighs tightly together and slowly bobbing his legs up and down, he leaned forward as the need to void his bladder built to extreme levels. His hand shot out to grab his penis which was already held by Richard. "What happened?" asked Richard. Sean was so red in the face. He was holding on with everything he's got. He tightened his hold over Richard's hand which was over his thrumming penis. "It's that feeling, isn't it?" asked Richard in an excited whisper. "The pee pushing hard to get out?" "Hmm." Sean nodded. He rocked back and forth on his chair. "It's okay, you'll make it," Richard assured and held Sean's hardening cock like a pencil, sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then, faster, by a step, then two... then more. It didn't take long for his form to grow by an inch or two. Sean exhaled while edging on his seat, as if humping Richard's hand. It felt like a hand job, the best hand job yet. "What?" asked Richard, smirking. "We need to find a bathroom," suggested Sean. "If it's to pee, then, I object." "No," Sean denied. "I don't believe you." Richard let go off Sean's penis and leaned back onto his chair. Sean shot at him, bewildered. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you were breaking the rule," replied Richard smugly. "You're supposed to get an erection on your own. Solely out of your desperation." Sean sighed in defeat and grabbed his hard on. He had to hold on till his "deadline" was completed. However, he hoped that Richard would let him go sooner. From the looks of it, he didn't think he could hold on that long. His bladder and penis hurt so bad from holding onto all the urine that was filling up by the minute. The next one hour was pure torture for Sean as the diuretic continued to fill up his bladder to stretching point. He should have taken at least three bathroom breaks by now, instead, he had none. When Richard looked at Sean, he was fanning his legs and edging at the same time. There was a clear, stiff bend in the fabric over his crotch. He wouldn't call it just a "bend". It was an erection. A good, solid erection that was still growing. He reached out and held it like a wand. Sean hissed, his belly and crotch sucking in. He banged his thighs shut and placed his hand over Richard's, right where his hard on was standing proud. "Don't," he pleaded. "Why not?" "Just don't. It makes it worse." "Makes what worse?" "Urine," he mumbled. "What urine?" "Urination," Sean repeated. "I'm just dying to go piss." "You're right. You do have to go. It's just so tight in there." Saying this, Richard rubbed over the stiffness in Sean's crotch, teasing his need to pee. "Don't. Please." "Rubbing it will help," Richard suggested. "Let me do it for you." Saying this, he went on to stroke his penis which was still within his pants and dying to let out the liquids in his bladder. Sean leaned forward, clenching his belly. He exhaled as a wave of pleasure coupled with intense desperation washed over his entire body. Wanting faster relief from the huge need to urinate, he grabbed his cock which was now erect in his pants. He clenched it hard and wrung the tip, as if doing so will suppress the desperation. "That's it, I'm going to the bathroom." He shot to his feet and Richard quickly pulled him down. "So does this mean that we're over?" "No!!! We aren't. Baby, if I don't go now, I'll piss myself." "I swear, the minute you go, I'll walk out of here. And you'll never even find me again." Sighing and in desperate tears, Sean gave in and continued to labor through another hour of extreme pee desperation.
  4. Răzvan2000

    Dom & sub couple

    The story is about a couple between two partners(bf-boyfriend;gf-girlfriend) who are both into Omo but also into BDSM, so when someone needs to pee, he/she has to get permission from the other to go pee. Well this is all about in this story. It all started yesterday(Sunday) when the bf asked his gf to go and watch a movie with her but not before their bet she said after. The bet was about who's gonna win a boxing match, and the loser has to be the submissive for the next week and the winner, the Dominant. And of course she was the winner and now the bf is in her control/dominance. She agreed to go and watch a movie with him but only if he follows some ''rules'' of her. And the rule is that he has to stay together with her for the rest of the movie which will be almost 4 hours long. So that means two things: wherever she goes he must follow her and he can't go anywhere without her. The next day(Monday) They arrived at the cinema and took their seats and the movie was about to start. It was 14:55 and the movie starts at 15:00 and ends at 19:00 and TECHNICALLY there are no breaks so they're not going anywhere, neither him because of the rule. The film has started and the bf was drinking a large soda after he was drinking so much coffee earlier that day. And also he remembered that he hasn't used the toilet before they left. And that panicked him since he can't go anywhere without her gf under any circumstances even if he has urge to pee. After 10 minutes, just a little pain in his bladder. After another 10 minutes, 5/10. He started to squirm in his seat but his gf didn't notice anything. After 30 minutes, his bladder was almost full(8/10) and that means that he has to pee really bad. He tried to ask her that he wants to use the restroom and see the results. Him: excuse me, babe! Her: what? Him: I have to pee so badly, can I go? TO BE CONTINUED
  5. Desperationpee

    Public desperation

    Hi I would like some advice/tasks/challenge about a public holding and if I like it I will do it and keep you updated. Where I can do it? How much to drink? What am I allowed and not allowed to do? I want to be desperate so no leaks and no wetting, I want to burst only at home (i will try to😅 ) Free your imagination!
  6. gottliebeln

    Outlast/Whistleblower?

    Has anyone played the games Outlast, Outlast Whistleblower, or Outlast II? I feel like, especially for fans of male omo like myself, they have a lot of potential. I can just imagine Miles Upshur (one of the player characters) getting desperate in the middle of his investigation and realizing too late that there’s no where to go as he constantly has to run/hide from danger. Fear wetting could be a HUGE potential for any of the games too, especially if the characters were already desperate and then come face-to-face with the variant thy had been running from! This is just an idea, but if anyone else likes the sound of it or is interested in talking more, please please comment or even message me, I love these games so much.
  7. I tried to break these stories into three posts , so it would not be so long . The site will not let me do this likely because I am adding them right away with no replies in between. My aim was to make it Easier to read not boost my post count but having written this I want to post it now . Sorry about the length. While I am posting I might as well tell of my other real accidents, all as a child between the ages of 9-12.These are the only accidents I remember having , and given my lifetime of enjoying things pee related I probably remember them all and in considerable detail , considering the 50 years that have past. I will break them up into three posts as this is quite long. Part 1 The first time was I was 9. The Catholic school I went to which was normally very strict , took everyone from grade 4-8 by bus to a State Park about 12 miles from school, and turned us loose , totally unsupervised. Keep in mind this would have been in the early 1960’s We arrived about 9AM, and by 10AM I needed to pee badly. It was made worse as the park was big to a young child and I had no Idea where the bathrooms were and was too shy to ask also; I never admitted needing to go even if it was obvious. The school had a strict bathroom policy, as did my parents. Peeing anyplace but the toilet was forbidden. I started doing what I normally did in these situations holding myself, and hope to keep holding my pee. Within an hour I was extremely desperate. The pressure at the tip of my penis was very strong, and it felt like my pee was about to come out. This was beyond normal desperation, but the sensation you get when you are starting to let go after a long hold. I danced around furiously, holding myself as tight as I could hoping not to pee. But it started coming out anyway, creating a good sized wet spot in the front of my white cotton briefs, before I got the flow stopped. A boy that was with the group I was in came over to me and said “You just wet your pants”. I denied it as it was not obvious, just my underwear was wet, but he replied “yea you did some in your underwear”. I guess it was obvious since I no longer needed to hold myself, although my bladder was far from empty. Perhaps an hour later the need to pee was back worse than before. By this point it was just me and my best friend alone in the woods. Once again I was squirming and grabbing myself. He decided he needed to pee, and since no one was around he just unzipped and went. This was too much, and I started peeing in my pants hard, instantly. I started walking around squeezing myself with both hands but I could not even slow the flow. Thinking I walked away to give him privacy he said he did not care if I saw him pee. I did not tell him that I was peeing also but in my pants. I don’t know why I didn’t do as he did except that I was taught to control myself and peeing outside was wrong. So I wet my pants instead, for which I would have been punished if they had not dried. I guess my mother did not notice even though I peed in them twice. By the time I got the flow stopped, although somehow I kept my outer pants from getting wet my briefs were completely soaked. For that, I thank the absorbency of my white cotton briefs .My bladder still was not empty, and was sore and I needed to pee again in a little while by the time I found a bathroom I drained it completely, sometime later. Part 2 About 2 years later I think I was 11, my parents sent me to day camp for 2 weeks. This place was primarily set up for full time campers that slept, and had bathroom facilities in barrack like structures. We day campers had a single toilet facility in the rear of a small building that we changed in. The bathroom was always kept locked even when we were in the area of the building and we had to ask our coach to open it. This spot was well away from where the activities took place, so we were away from it most of the day. Aside from other activities we had swimming lessons in the morning and free swim after lunch, weather permitting. On our first day there I needed to pee badly by late morning, but managed to hang on until our afternoon swim. We were not given any opportunity to relieve ourselves, without asking and there were no restrooms at the pool. Since I was trained that peeing in the pool was wrong, when I felt like I was about to lose control, I got out of the pool grabbing myself, and squirming my legs back and forth. Another boy asked me if I had to go, and since I was about to start any second I said yes. He said it was not right they gave us day campers no opportunity to pee without individually asking so; he just let it out in the pool. Since could not hold it a second longer, and was going to pee anyway, I jumped into the pool. I started peeing instantly. I found this a preferable solution and would deliberately just go in the pool in the morning and afternoon, whenever I felt the urge. I have to believe that most of us were doing this as it was rare that someone asked if they could use the bathroom, and it was a big production. We had to get someone to bring us into one of the barracks as the activity room had no bathrooms for us either. I only remember tagging along with someone else who asked once. This arrangement worked fine until the last few days of camp when it was to chilly to go swimming. I tried to limit my fluid intake and was able to hold on much longer than I expected. Camp was 8AM -4PM, so by 3:30 we were back up in the day campers building, where the bathroom was kept locked except when someone asked to use it. I wonder now if coach liked to see desperate boys saying they had to go. Some boys snuck behind the building to go and were called out and punished in front of the group. By 3:30 on this particular day I somehow had not peed since I left the house in the morning, but I was extremely desperate. At this age I usually did not get much sensation in my bladder, just in my penis. However that day my bladder felt full and the pressure at my pee hole was intense. I struggled to hold on a few minutes longer by squeezing myself hard and doing a pee-pee dance. With my pee about to come out I made a quick dash behind the building and unzipped myself and peed. Until that day I never had peed that long or as hard. I peed forever, making a big bubbly puddle on the ground. It was either that, or do it in my pants, since nobody wan ted to ask the coach, least of all me .I got called out by the coach for doing it however. Therefore, the next day when again no pool activities, I decided not to repeat what I had done the day before. Fortunately I did not have to go quite as bad, and although it was necessary to hold myself I was able to hold on a while longer. At 4PM those going on the bus left and I went down to the office area to wait for my father to pick me up on the way home from work at about 4:20 followed by a 20 minute ride home. By 4:00 I was just as desperate as the day before. I was also thirsty from not drinking much all day. I made the mistake of going inside to get a drink from the water fountain. Although I was already desperate and squeezing myself and squirming, to try to hold back my pee, the drink brought me right to the brink. There was no one in the office for me to even ask for a place to go. Then the phone rang and somebody appeared to answer it. He asked why I did not answer it. I said I did not know I was supposed to. I did not add that I could not stand still, because I was about to wet my pants, although it was obvious from my dancing and grabbing. Since my father was going to pick me up soon, and remembering the huge amount I peed the previous day, I did not want to wet my pants afraid all that pee would make it obvious. So I decided to go in a nearby wooded area. I did not make it. About half way there, despite my holding my penis tightly, my pee forced its way out. By this age I guess I had enough control, that although my white cotton briefs got quite wet, I was able to stop the flow before it soaked through to my pants. Looking back on it being able to not pee from when I left the house around 7:15 AM until 4PM at age 11 was quite an accomplishment. I almost held it an entire adult day, only being unable to hold it until late in the day. Even then I only partly wet myself. This bladder control serve me well in my high school days, when I frequently held it 7AM -5PM. Although this hurt I always arrived home dry. OK for some reason perhaps since I am adding to my original post right away , with no replies in between it is not letting me break these stories up. Part 3 About a year later at age 12, actually almost 13 I went to a friend’s house for the day. This was during the winter though. He was a big guy who never seemed to need to go. I made sure I went before my father dropped me off there about 9 AM. After lunch I began to need to pee badly, but was considered too old to old myself, so I forced myself to refrain except when I thought nobody was looking. We went bowling at a nearby alley, where I could have looked for the restroom but didn’t. It started snowing, and he had to deliver the afternoon newspaper so we rode bikes in the snow doing this, all the while I was still holding my pee, because I never saw him go. About 3 hours went by since I needed to go, it was about 3:30PM and I had to go really bad. We went sledding in the fresh snow in his front yard. There was a big jump off where we landed in his driveway. The jolt was too much for my straining bladder. With my pee about to come out I desperately pressed against my penis through my winter coat. He saw this and asked if I needed to go someplace, but a few seconds later I started going in my pants. I kept pressing myself and after about 10 seconds of terror , fearing I was going to embarrass myself , by soaking my pants in front of him , I managed to stop peeing . Again my briefs were wet, but the absorbance of the white cotton served me well, there was no external damage. I asked him what he meant by going someplace. He probably knew I had done some in my pants. Although the extreme pressure was relived I still needed to pee. This need intensified greatly over the next 3 hours or so. Without any jolts jarring my bladder I was able to hold it in, with the help of my hand when nobody was looking. I did not pee the rest of the day After dinner his parents dropped me off at home on the way to Church. He had 6 brothers and we all climbed into the family van. By this time I had to pee worse than I ever had in my life. To say I was desperate was an understatement. OMG everything hurt like never before. My bladder holding 9 hours of urine minus what I had leaked was painfully stretched. My entire penis throbbed. The pressure at my pee hole was unbelievably intense. It literally felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately it was dark so nobody could see I had both hands tightly squeezing my penis, I was so close to a huge wetting , I feared one hand would not stop it. I was squirming my legs as well. It did not matter if they did notice, because I was about to wet my pants at any second. I knew for certain this would be unlike any previous accident I had. I would not just wet my underwear like I had done earlier in the day, or any other time for that matter. This was about to be a huge soaker, wetting not only my pants but making a huge puddle on the car seat getting the others wet as well. This would be awful. Somehow I managed to hold on through shear willpower, and fear of being mortified. How would that have gone over if I not only wet my pants, but got others on the way to church wet as well. There was so much pee in my bladder I could not believe I had held it all, or not gone at my friend’s house. I knew full well I had not peed all day and how badly I needed to go for a long time. He must have gone at some point; especially since he was going to church but I never saw it. I ran into the house, bent over holding myself tightly. It was better my family saw that then me wetting my pants. I rushed to the bathroom, but I had to let go of my penis to get it out of my pants. Thinking quickly as I had no time left I unsnapped my pants and slid one hand inside. I released my hand on the outside my pants and grabbed myself on inside. In the exchange I started to pee a bit in my pants, but it was less than it would have been, at least I slowed the flow a bit until I was free of my pants. I then peed for the hardest and for the longest time ever in my young life, perhaps rivaling my adult times. The relief was enormous, and somehow sexually arousing. If I had to wait just a few minutes longer I would have done all that pee in my friend’s car. I said throughout these 3 stories That through my mother’s choice I was wearing white cotton briefs, and I was glad for that ; because of their superior absorbency I was able to limit all my wettings to just my underwear. I still wear them to this day because I enjoy the way that absorbency feels when I “accidently “on purpose wet my pants. Speaking of needing to pee I said when I posted my adult unplanned wetting story that I needed to pee. I have not moved and have been working on this series ever since. I just noticed that was almost 4 hours ago. I have been distracted by my work, and did not realize that much time had passed. No wonder I have to pee so badly, and have been squirming and needing to occasionally grab myself for some time.
  8. This is a continuation of my first story in the Eaks Universe. If you haven't read that, you can still read this as a standalone - but reading in order might be more enjoyable ... Episode-1: PrologueJordan wasn't one of those men who avoided "the dirty public loos", or thought men's needs are somehow "indecorous" - he would gladly relieve himself given a chance. But days like today, Jordan was grateful for his large bladder. While most of his friends had spend half the day waiting in line for the measly few porta potties, he had happily explored the festival along with his best friend, Kyle, and his girlfriend, Di. Di had made frequent runs to the urinals, waltzing in and out of the privacy barriers, no waiting involved. But him and Kyle had waited as long as they could before taking a pee break.Though they had guzzled beer from 9am, they waited as long as they possibly could to break the seal. Jordan was almost pissing himself when they joined the bathroom queue at 2pm. When he finally reached the coveted blue box, he couldn't even wait to lock the door, fumbling with unlacing the tight underwear, finally freeing his poor aching penis. He had been much more circumspect next time, joining the queue before he became utterly desperate. He had taken a hard long piss at 3:30pm, just on the cusp of desperation, his body very grateful to flush out the hours worth of beers. Pee Breaks are a delicate balancing act - if a man went to pee everytime he needed to, he would spend the entire festival in the bathroom queue. If he didn't though, well, let's say not all men left the bathroom lines dry. That balancing act meant at 5pm, he was sipping on a lager and resisting the urge to join the bathroom queue again. The festival closed at 5:30pm - he wanted to piss right before leaving if he could. A 3hr journey on a coach without a restroom would be hell anyway, but it would be worse if he didn't pee right before leaving. But before they could finish their lager, the girls had come around to collect everyone. "Time to leave folks! This festival will be over soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck forever in the parking lot. Come on y'all, no dilly dallying now. Drink up, drink up fast". He had obediently downed his lager and shuffled his feet, wondering how to bring up a quick rest stop. He didn't want to talk to the girls about it, but Jadon knew waiting 3 hours in his inebriated state would be nigh on impossible. He was about to whisper his needs to Di, when he noticed all but one porta potty had a cleaning sign on, and the one functional one had a long line of men waiting. It would take at least half an hour to get anywhere. The girls would surely complain bitterly if they were made to wait that long. And all the other boys had gone around half an hour ago, only him and Kyle stupidly deciding to spend more time chatting and drinking than waiting in the queue. Damn. And Kyle wasn't making any moves to ask for a rest stop - he didn't even look like he needed to. Holding up the whole bus, for his own need? Not cool.As they neared the parking lot, all the women made their way to the nearby urinals "for a final piss". No one asked any of the men if they needed to relieve themselves before boarding. Jadon cursed the organizers for putting up only a measly few porta potties - there were urinals everywhere! Couldn't they have replaced a few with potties? Ugh! No use getting worked up. Whoever said it's a fair world? He'll just have to trust his bladder and wait. As the men boarded the bus, Jadon resigned himself to a long, uncomfortable journey. Sorry about this being so short! I am having a lot of trouble writing the next 'episode' (because I am trying to write one where Di teases Jadon about his desperation - and that's very outside my comfort zone). May be having the first episode out will be extra motivation! * Fingers crossed *
  9. Sorry, this story turned out WAY longer than I intended. It’s the first one I’ve ever posted... let me know what you think! Two hours ago, 21 year old Matt tucked his dick back into his black boxer briefs feeling relieved. He was standing in the bathroom of his college apartment and had just finished taking a piss. He wanted to make sure he had emptied his bladder before zipping up into his Halloween costume- a green one of those spandex body suits. He and his three other roommates had decided the night before to each buy one in a different color for last minute costumes. They’d each cut small holes for their mouths, knowing the costume would be pointless if they couldn’t drink at the party while wearing them. Matt slipped his legs into his bodysuit, and got the zipper on the back up as high as he could before walking out of the bathroom to ask one of his roommates to finish zipping him up all the way. Over the last 2 hours, Matt, his roommates and a few friends had been pregaming at their apartment for a Halloween house party they’d be going to. Matt had drank 4 cans of beer and taken a few shots. As he was drinking his fifth beer, someone announced the Uber would be there in 2 minutes to take them to the party. At this moment, Matt felt a slight twinge of his bladder from the drinks he’d had, but figured it wasn’t worth all the hassle of having someone unzip him out of his bodysuit, especially since the Uber was so close. He downed his fifth beer and headed out to get in the Uber with this roommates & 2 other friends they were riding with. Once the Uber let them out, Matt felt another twinge from his bladder that he again ignored as they walked into a packed house party full of friends and strangers alike- all wearing costume much more exciting than his and his roommates. Matt and his roommates went immediately for the keg, and over the next 30 minutes Matt had drank a beer and a half before his bladder sent him another, more urgent signal. Despite the fact he was starting to feel drunk, he took this signal a little more seriously, but still did not feel like “breaking the seal” so early at the party. He gave his crotch a quick squeeze that he tried to disguise as a readjustment and kept drinking. After his 8th beer, Matt could no longer ignore his extremely full bladder. The pressure had grown more and more intense, and he knew that he’d need to find a bathroom very soon or there’d be trouble. After giving his dick a noticeably longer and tighter squeeze than before, Matt walked, bent forward ever so slightly, over to his roommates who’d been in the other corner of the room. Matt wondered if any of them were equally as desperate to pee as he was, as he hadn’t seen any of them stray from the room to empty their bladders. Just as he was analyzing his roommates for any sign of their own need to pee, a wave from his bursting bladder hit him and his hand flew to his crotch while his torso bent forward suddenly. Matt stood upright again, but kept his hand gripped over his crotch. The now constant touching of his crotch, was making his piss filled dick begin to grow. His bursting bladder was bad enough; the last thing he needed while wearing this tight bodysuit was a boner. Rather than ask any of his roommates if they needed to pee, Matt casually asked if any of them knew where the bathroom was. Thankfully, one his roommates, Tommy, did and he offered to show him. Upon hearing this, their roommate Greg shouted out, “Oh thank god! I’ve literally got to piss so fucking bad!!” Matt felt better that he wasn’t the only one, but that didn’t help the fact that he literally felt like he was going to piss his bodysuit. As they started to make their way through the crowd to get to the stairs to head up to the bathroom on the 2nd floor, their friend Jimmy who owned the house, came over and was quite insistent that the three roommates come to the other room to do a keg stand with them. Matt looked nervously at his other roommates, before telling Jimmy that he was sorry but that he had to piss really bad. Before anyone could react, Matt ran off to the stairs, semi-hard cock gripped in hand. Before Tommy or Greg had a chance to also share their need for the bathroom, Jimmy called Matt a pussy and dragged them by their body suits to do a keg stand. As Matt bounded up the steps to look for the bathroom, he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his now fully erect dick while muttering fuck around his breath. When he got to the second floor hallway he was relieved to see the bathroom line consisted of a group of 3 girls, and 2 other guys. Matt joined the line and tried not looking too desperate by letting go of his crotch. When Matt did this, his boner tented out his bodysuit so much that the last guy in line snickered when he saw it. The group of girls entered the bathroom, and Matt crossed his legs tightly and bent over. Both of the other guys in line took notice, but tried not to stare. Matt’s bladder had never been so full and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t make it. Just then, he felt another intense wave hit him, and he felt a jet of warm piss soak into his boxer briefs. He was back to holding his cock again, and was now rocking on his feet while he stood bent over and legs crossed. The girls finally exited the bathroom together, and as the next guy in line entered Matt felt another spurt of pee escape him. There was now a visible wet spot on his bodysuit. Upon seeing this, the guy in front of Matt told him he could go before him. 30 seconds later when Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, he realized he’d made a mistake of separating from his friends. He had no way to unzip his bodysuit to take his cock out! He starting groping at his back to try and get hold of the zipper, but all this movement was just causing him to send more and more spurts of piss into his increasingly wet boxer briefs. Just as Matt was about to give up and fully wet himself, he heard a frantic pounding at the door followed by 2 people shouting his name. He opened the door to see Tommy and Greg looking distressed and panicked. They’d raced back upstairs after being forced into a keg stand, having only added to their full bladders. For a brief instant, Matt was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one sporting a noticeable tent in his bodysuit. It was also then that Matt saw Greg had a basketball sized wet spot on his bodysuit white body suit. His blue briefs underneath were clearly visible. He was jumping from foot to foot and begging Matt or Tommy to unzip as he’d already started wetting while coming up the stairs. They both helped Tommy unzip as piss continued to gush into his body suit, and once free he whipped out his cock and continued in the toilet. Matt, who’s tented cock had also continued to leak into his briefs and bodysuit, then turned around for Tommy to unzip him. Tommy did so and Matt races to the toilet to finally get relief at last. As Matt and Greg stood emptying their bladders, Tommy stood nervously shifting foot to foot, while his piss filled boner twitched from the pressure. A loud knock came from the door, but Tommy sternly explained to the other 2 that no one else was getting in here until one of them unzipped him because he was about to piss himself. Greg finished peeing and went to unzip Tommy as the loud knocking pounded the door again. Greg finished unzipping Tommy’s suit, and Tommy managed to pull off and lower it just as a significant leak sprayed into his briefs. The three of them had finished taking their pisses and tried quickly to dry themselves up while more knocking came at the door. The accepted their fate of walking around the rest of the night with small piss stains. When they opened the door, they were shocked! It was their fourth roommate, Brandon, who hadn’t expressed a need to pee earlier despite looking nervous when the rest of them did. He stood there still stuck in his body suit which was already soaked down both legs, while a steady stream of piss continued to escape his bulging crotch. The four roommates decided the next day that whatever costumes they chose for next Halloween had to have a fly!
  10. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  11. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  12. "Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path. "Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!" Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. . "See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like." "An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed, but adeptly maintained his calm. "Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!" Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her." "Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around." "Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode. Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing gray eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face. Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears. Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture." "A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on! "No, on her cheek." "My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her." "On the cheek," he insisted. "Lips! I saw it." "It was because you saw it from that angle." "It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back. "Told you, it was a random one!" "Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave. Panicking, Sean restrained him. "Leave!" He ordered. "Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded. "I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!" "Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection." "What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage. "I... I had to pee." "What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right. "I had to pee." "So!!?" "I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified. "Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing. "I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted. Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back. "It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it." For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention. "Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes. "Anything?" "Anything." "Fine," Richard answered after a moment. x-x-x-x-x One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo. As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal gray formal pants. Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it. He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said. "Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?" "Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to test his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink. "These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin. "That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls." Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late." "Right!" Without wasting anymore time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. x-x-x-x-x Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best. They were few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast." Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection like he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric? x-x-x-x-x Few minutes later, they were in the hotel. Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute. "Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something." "What?" "You told me it's strange." "What?" "That your bladder filling up this fast." "Yeah,"he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now. Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink." Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?" "You promised to make it up to me." "What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!" "So you'll make it up to me, right?" "Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening. "You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?" "I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you." "If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here." Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up. "Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day." "Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us." "What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this." "I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me." Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?" "Till we get home." x-x-x-x-x
  13. Author's Note - I am writing this as part of a story trade with @Mad Bladder. They provided a detailed outline - so this fic will be somewhat different from my usual jam. I will post short chapters, scenes, as they get done. The first few scenes don't really have much desperation, but I promise the good stuff will come 😉 PS - The story is set against the backdrop of a baseball game. I know zilch about baseball. So if you're a baseball fan, I beg your pardon. Scene-1: I Need That Soda! "Must we?" Paul whined, as Greg stood in his living room giving him a stern glance. Paul loved the man and all, but really, baseball!? "We had a deal. I watch A Walk To Remember with you, you come to a baseball game with me." Well, yes, there was that. But a local park baseball? With only hardcore baseball fanatics around? Ugh! "I kept my end of the bargain." - Greg's voice was so deep and firm. Compelling. How could Paul ever say no to that? "Fine, I'll go to the stupid game with you. Let me get dressed!" Greg had that rakish smile on his face, the one Paul really really liked. Well, ok, he could deal with a little baseball for that smile. "Hurry up, wouldn't wanna miss anything". Paul hurried to his bedroom - what do people even wear to baseball games? Greg was in a light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, but it was too hot for a jeans in Paul's opinion. He put on his black shorts instead, the one which cutely accentuated his butt. May be that'll get Greg's attention! They had been friends since freshman year in college - though they were as different as any two students could be. They had met at a gay bar, probably the only common attribute they had, and become fast friends. Quite a few moons later, they were twenty somethings with jobs in the same city, and still best mates. And somewhere along the line Paul had fallen hard for his friend. Neither of them had boyfriends at the moment, so why not? Well, if only Paul could tell Greg that. Shaking his long mane of brown hair, he woke himself out of his reverie. He threw on his bright red t-shirt and slipped his feet in to his favorite blue flip flops, and then admired his lanky frame in the mirror. Well, that'll do. A quick visit to the en-suite bathroom, and he was ready to roll. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "I want that", Paul was whiny again. Greg nearly rolled his eyes. "You sound like a child" "I don't care. If I have to watch a baseball game, I need that" "Really? A monster soda?" "Yup. One for me, one for you." Paul was pouting now. Greg almost laughed at how cute he looked. He really should just go ask the guy out - but dating your best friend, well, it came with complications. He sighed and bought the king size monster sodas as they entered the park and settled down near the top of the bleachers. The park was semi-empty today, may be a hundred people at most, they could see the houses on the left and the soccer field on the right. The players weren't out yet, so Greg looked around to see if there was anyone they knew. "See, none of our friends watch these stupid matches!" "Baseball isn't stupid Paul! It's actually fun, if you would just stop complaining and watch!?" Paul was pouting again. Did he even know how cute he looked when he did that? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Paul settled down, still pouting. No, he wasn't going to "give baseball a chance" thank you very much. But he had Greg all to himself for the next three hours, and his favorite soda, so life wouldn't be too bad. As the players entered the field, Paul was already enjoying the outing, chugging down the soda. By the end of the first innings, Paul had finished his monster soda and made Greg buy him another from the lone vendor moving around the bleachers. He was watching baseball for him. He surely owed him some sodas! They continued their chit chat, as he stretched his skinny legs up on the empty seat below them. He could feel the soda trickling into his bladder, but he had a large enough one to not worry. He slurrped his drink noisily as Greg jumped up and down at some "particularly good bit of play". As the second innings ended, Paul became aware of the growing pressure in his lower abdomen. His bladder was becoming really full. Well over a litre of soda would do that to a man. But unwilling to end his conversation with Greg, he decided to ignore it. He was barely aware of the need to pee, a 4/10 - he would pee at this stage if he were alone, but he could wait. He would be fine. He casually crossed his long legs and continued sipping the remnants of his second king-size soda occasionally. No more chugging it. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Greg noticed Paul's legs - crossed casually ahead of him. He looked pretty relaxed, but an hour after chugging that king size drink Greg's own bladder was pretty full. Paul had chugged two - could the leg crossing mean something more? "Ugh! That soda is going right through me" Greg commented casually, hoping to draw a reaction from Paul. "I wish the toilets weren't all the way out near the gates. I wouldn't mind running out for a quick whizz, but we are not missing this game!" "Yeah I know. I have to pay for my rom-com, right? Ugh! I know you actually enjoyed A Walk To Remember! Be a man and 'fess up" Paul wasn't biting. "Yeah, like I know you're enjoying this match. Isn't it awesome? Though I wish it were less eventful - I would be rushing to a loo right about now" Greg baited the trap further. He wanted to know! "How 'bout you?" "I am bored. This is sports you remember?" Paul smirked Greg rolled his eyes. Clearly, Paul wasn't biting. Which also meant he probably didn't need to pee at all. Paul did always have a large bladder. He decided to just enjoy their time together - they really hadn't found too much time to meet up lately. But as the vendor came by again after the end of the fourth innings, Greg decided to give his luck a shove in the right direction ...
  14. hey so i wrote this very self indulgent disaster and i thought i'd post it here for other people to indulge in. its homestuck in 2019, its kinda shippy, its 100% unfinished and just drops off at the end. its ART. no its not ALSO i take custom fic commissions. this little number is almost 6000 words and would cost about 50 bucks. ill write anything except ageplay. ------- Kankri finally permits you to accompany him to a film. One film, Cronus, so make it a good one. Compromise is only reached after promising to go with him to the store afterwards to stock your meal vault with something other than “heaps and heaps of sugar.” You’re so pleased he’s relented to going out in public with you that you’d let him fill your whole hive with Vantas-approved hyperorganic, ethically packaged and sampled food. Before you leave, Kankri makes you wait patiently for him to “make the place presentable.” He intends to cook and needs a spotless radius of thirty feet at all times to do so. You don’t consider yourself someone who lives in filth but he spends half an hour scrubbing anyways. The Vantas-Maryams must live in an antisceptic tank. Waiting on the couch makes you sleepy to the point that you begin to doze off. When Kankri rouses you you blearily chug an energy drink so you don’t fall asleep during the film. At the theater, the electric blue of the slushie machine is persuasive enough to justify dropping a few bucks on an extra large. You get Kankri a soda as well even though he expresses his disinterest. He has to have the classic movie theater experience including soda and and a big bag of grubkernels. Just as you get comfy in the dark theater your abdomen distantly twinges. You probably drank a stupid amount right before watching a movie, but hindsight twenty twenty you suppose. You aren’t worried enough to refuse finishing the last half of Kankri’s drink when he refuses it. Halfway through the film, regret is catching up with you. You’re pretty sure Kankri will never want to do this with you again. He is reasonably absorbed in the plot and, ever the polite movie watcher, he hardly acknowledges your existence. The chance of him picking up on your discomfort is low, you think, however you really have to pee. It’s making you jumpier than you already would be. You’ll look like an idiot if you get up; Kankri will question why you took him to see a movie if you were going to leave for part of it, and you don’t want to admit to needing to go badly enough to get up. So you don’t. And you’re fine. You nervously chew on the straw of your nearly empty drink (which is so huge, that’s really all inside you now oh God) and try to shove the need to the back of your mind. You’ll run to the trap after the flick and be done with it then. For now, you just have to wait. Something about that thought makes your junk tingle pleasantly. You briefly contemplate an alternate scenario in which Kankri is cognizant of the growing tension between your hips. You cross your legs as casually as possible and tense up against the pressure your jeans put between your legs and against your stomach. It feels good and makes you hyperaware of how firm your abdomen has gotten. You want to shift your thighs together and chase the feeling but Kankri would chide you for squirming. Your cheeks prickle at the thought. Being vaguely horny entertains you for a while until it really starts to get bad. You miss the last twenty minutes as you are too busy agonizing about how stupid you were to drink so much and how it’s all just sitting in your gut and your bladder and it’s only going to get even worse you drank so much. You’ve never been so happy to have reached the end of the movie when you do. You aren’t someone who spends a lot of time with your bladder so full; you’re really getting close to a level of urgency that you aren’t happy to be out in public with. Kankri rises, brushes himself off, and shares his thoughts as you try to walk calmly out og the theater. “Well, that was alright I suppose. I’d rather just wait to watch something at home next time, though. It’s uncomfortable to be around so many other trolls, and the whole “theater” concept is rather gimmicky. I really think they’re simply more breeding grounds for bacteria and indecent behavior… That said, I’m not unhappy I came.” “Me too, doll.” You hardly hear anything he says. You really need to piss and you aren’t the only troll who does. Your bloodpusher sinks through your feet at the sight of the lines for the traps. They stick out the doors and trail down the halls. You can’t justify waiting in that without admitting the intensity of your need, and you don’t want to stand around waiting for so long. You’ll just wait to be home in fifteen minutes. “Ugh, there are far too many people in these kinds of places, Cronus. Next time I get to pick the location. Perhaps the library?” “Sounds nice, chief.” You feel swallowed up by the trolls around you, stuck in the middle of the crowd and really needing to be somewhere private. Kankri weaves through the crowds faster than you. He waits by the exit with his hands on his hips. “Let’s go to the store and get home.” Fuck! You try not to stomp your foot in frustration. “Right, the store. Cool.” He’ll only berate you for being impolite and irresponsible if he finds out, so you won’t be obvious about it or make him wait for you. Besides, you don’t want him to think you’re too weak to wait until you get back to your hive. Ahh, your stomach feels so round and full, almost like you need to support it with your arms. You take a moment to be glad you wore your big jacket so you can hide your swollen melon of a bladder. The pressure on your pisshole remains dull and throbby, ever present but not impossible to live with (yet). As you walk the sensation burns worst at several epicenters, one between your legs, one across your abdomen and one deep inside your nook. Your slowly emerging bulgetip throbs headily, responding to the mounting internal pressure. You. Have. To. Pee. “Cronus!” Aw, shit. Kankri sneers in your face with his hands on his little hips. “I feel like a broken record, but you really never listen to a word I say! Do you have soundproof padding instead of a skull?” He firmly raps his knuckles on your sternum as though knocking on a door. The vibrations travel down your core to deep inside your nook, behind your desperate bladder. You struggle not to wiggle away and groan. “Sorry, Kan. Lead the way. ‘Splain as we go.” You promptly run out of sentence-structuring juice. Luckily for you, he takes you up on your suggestion and guides you by the left elbow. “I gotta pee so bad,” you moan under your breath. “What did you say? Stop mumbling.” FUCK stop saying your own thoughts aloud! You shake your head, regretting ever opening your mouth. Kankri sighs heavily. “Don’t interrupt me, Cronus. Anyways, we’re picking up some ingredients at the market so I can make us a proper meal. Don’t slow me down.” Oh no, not a problem at all chief, you won’t be slowing anyone down. You’re bordering on frantic. Your fangs are floating. Alright Chief, these trains of thought are lookin’ to crash into each other. You got this! Don’t think about it. You’ll help Kankri track down what he needs so you get on the shuttlehusk as quickly as possible. Then you can sit down, cross your legs, and immediately after you’ll be home. Of course, the only store Kankri deems enterable is the furthest from the station. Hope lights up in your soul when you reach your destination. Maybe you’ll find relief in here, somehow. “How can I help out, pal?” Your heart sinks when he responds by handing you the basket expectantly. Follow him around as he ponders about what specific size of green leafy thing to buy, is what he means. Not a problem for you, of course. You simply are incapable of staying still so you shift your weight from side to side while Kankri browses vegetables. You’re a little afraid that if you stood still you might immediately begin to lose it in your pants. Cool flush races up your throat to the tips of your ears as you dwell on the thought of losing control right here in the middle of the aisle, in front of Kankri. Your body begs you to relax and let it release buckets all over yourself and where you stand. The thought makes your nook clench and your pisshole spasm. Suddenly you feel numb between the legs. For a gut-wrenching second you can’t tell if you’re wetting or not. The basket hits the ground immediately as you shove a hand into your crotch. Your jeans are damp. Your legs slam together and you bend over in a panic. You’re actually wetting yourself in public. Please no, no, not here man this is such shit! You spring up like a frantic jack in the box and stamp your foot to regain control. Kankri, bless him, missed your humiliating performance. He returns from the next aisle with an armful of grubshells. “Hello? You alright back here?” You have to wonder how a lowblood so small can talk as though he is so high above you. “I’m just fine, chief,” you manage. “Stubbed my toe.” Kankri’s scathing doe eyes glance you up and down. He almost looks like he’s smirking at you. “You are such a baby. Try to keep up.” “Yes Boss,” you grumble. Bending over to pick up the basket makes your thighs shake. If only Kankri was as desperate as you, he wouldn’t be so aloof. Biological needs are downright incapacitating when as urgent as yours. You’d like to watch Kankri struggle to stand still long enough to pick out his ridiculous groceries, knowing that under his perfectly pressed sweater he’s aching for something so classless and primal. Something that even he can’t deny himself of forever. You’ve hardly seen him enter an ablution block, let alone desperate to go. Kankri’s tiny frame can’t possibly hold that much, you reason. He must be pretty anal about it, as he is with everything, to make sure no one ever sees him so undone. You wonder if he’d crack under the internal pressure and admit his need to you or if he’d try to keep it entirely hidden and inevitably hit that point where, no matter how hard he tried, he would end up making a mess of himself. The fantasy soothes your own need long enough to make it to checkout; however you doubt Kankri would ever be as careless as you as to get into this kind of situation. Furthermore, you yourself are nearly at that awful, humiliating point. Carrying the groceries to the station for is almost unbearable, but Kankri seems to expect you to do it therefore you do without complaint. Every step jostles and constricts your bladder. Kankri doesn’t seem to be walking as briskly as usual; perhaps you have to go so badly that time is slowing down around you. Mercy shines her glorious light upon you via your train home’s headlights appearing as soon as you reach the platform. You board the train with haste. Oh, lord, the train. It’s not packed, but it’s crowded. You need to find something to sit on and grind against or you will lose it before you get off the train. A small tug at your elbow. “There’s a seat here, Cronus.” Kankri is your savior, you’ll never talk smack about him again. You sit down immediately with your purchases on your lap, away from your stomach. Your jeans cut into your abdomen, ripping the dearly anticipated moment of relief away from you. Kankri takes his purchases from you while you squirm into a more comfortable position as subtly as possible. To your shock and horror, he does not choose to sit in the seat to your right but instead in your lap. Since when does Kankri Vantas sit in your lap? On public transport? You gesture incredulously to the empty seat. How are you supposed to fidget around with him in your lap? “Oh, good idea Cronus.” He places one of the bags on it and the other between your feet. He sits sideways on your shuffling legs, one hand wrapped around the aisle pole for stability. You chuckle nervously. “Woah there, since when were you okay with this kinda stuff?” He leers down at you. The bag in the empty seat next to you rustles. A couple of your fellow passengers are giving you distasteful looks, but no one seems to make anything of you other than an unusual and obnoxious red pair. “It’s crowded, Cronus. We take up less space this way.” Bull-fucking-shit. You squint-eyes at him and he rolls his. One of his arms wraps around your shoulders and he leans into you, putting more pressure than you can stand on top of your stomach. Immediately you worry you’re going to lose it full-force onto your seat. You hiss and dig your nails into his waist. “Babe, I love this an’ all, but please-- get off me!” Kankri looks at you in a way that makes you nervous. “Hmm? Why? I thought you liked P-D-A.” Shame spills over in your gut, but you have no creativity right now. You have to confess the truth. Looking down, you quietly confess your plight. “I do, I do, I just gotta piss, man. That’s all.” Kankri pauses a moment for you to add anything else you might have to explain yourself, then smiles at you patiently. “I know.” His tone is noxiously sweet. You gape at him in horror but he ignores you and gazes out the window. You want to set yourself on fire. He’s known the whole time. Kankri glances down at your face and cracks an amused grin. Oh God, he’s mocking me. “Is something wrong?” Kankri laughs softly and leans in close again. His breath is hot on your ear. You try not to groan in muddled desperation and embarrassment. “No, nothin’. You just aren’t helping me at all by sittin’ on my lap. You’re, um, squishing me, y’know?” Kankri’s arm comes down between you and rests threateningly over the swell of your distended bladder. “Squishing you?” He leans into it, watching you carefully. Neediness punches you in the gut. You bounce your knee frantically and try not to moan loud enough for anyone else to hear. Your bulge begins to unsheathe and press against the fabric of your jeans. You clench a fist in Kankri’s sweater and breathe out unsteadily. You have to go so badly it’s difficult to breathe deeply. Kankri is about to force you to make a very public, very pissy mess of yourself. He must see the realization on your face, because he pulls back and pats your shoulder amicably. “You’ll be fine, dear. We’re almost home.” How dare he patronize you. Hate and love and lust and shame dissolve into each other and make your nook drool. You give up fighting him only because you need to fight a bigger battle right now. Your bladder throbs and you grit your teeth. You will make it to your hive without disgracing yourself. You just have to focus. Kankri’s hot breath on your face is very distracting. “You’ll be fine,” he repeats as his small hands press with surprising firmness against your stomach. Curling away from him gets you nowhere but trapped against the back of your seat. “You really looked like you might not be alright, though, back at the store. I asked you to hold the basket to test your composure. You were dancing around like a child.” Kankri speaks as though he is observing you for entertainment. You fight so hard not to whine. Your fins, which are surely bright purple, shudder and droop. Your nook clenches and your bladder screams. He’s got to be exaggerating just to get at you; how does he think his is helpful? You’re certain that the little sadist doesn’t. The train stops for longer than usual at one stop and Kankri takes the seat next to you as the car finally empties. You perch at the edge of your chair and jackhammer your knees with your hands gripping your thighs. You’re about to try and get off the train to find a bathroom when it starts up again. Just as well, if there wasn’t one available right off the platform you’d have to wait for the next train home in soaked clothes. Kankri places his hand on the small of your back. The gesture is comforting for a moment until he curls his fingers in two belt loops and tugs the waistband of your jeans back against the swell of your bladder. You crumple in on yourself and try not to wail. “Sit properly, Cronus. Goodness.” You nearly die from how embarrassed you are. At least you’re alone in the car now, you are no longer able to stay still. You try to steady yourself, thighs pressed together and the unsheathed third of your slick bulge throbbing, but you just can’t find any position that gives you the relief from the intense pressure between your legs that you desperately want. In a pathetic search for anything to help you hold your overstuffed bladder, you shove your arm between your legs and grind your crotch into your forearm. You are so sensitive but so desperate. Kankri tsks. “You aren’t doing a very good job of remaining composed, mister charming. What if anyone else was in here?” It is the physical reality that you can’t keep it together at the moment and you just hate him for insinuating that it should be easy. You’re utterly bursting. A harsh shiver runs down your spine and catches in your gut. Nausea washes over you and a moan bubbles up in your throat. The next thing you know, you’re pissing yourself. It takes a second for you to process that you’re really pissing. You’re just going and you can’t stop or slow down. So much is stuffed inside of you that it doesn’t feel like you are, but wetness forcefully shoots into your pants with an audible hiss. It races out from between your legs and around your thighs. Panicking, you jump to your feet and double over, gripping yourself and pissing right through your fingers. Kankri makes an alarmed sound. “Oh my God, Cronus stop!” “I’m trying!” You want to yell at him but it comes out as an unsteady moan, almost a sob. You manage to shut the stream off despite how badly your body begs to continue releasing. Your inner thighs are soaked down to your knees and one wet stream streaks down around your right calf to your ankle. You lock your legs together and wipe your piss stained hand the dry part of your jeans, the pair that you are so pleased are black. “Fuck me,” you groan. Least that would help me hold. You slap your mental self. “You made a mess of public property,” Kankri oberserves quietly. The disdain in his voice is diluted by something else, shock perhaps. He’s right; your seat has a wet spot the size of your splayed hand and the floor beneath your feet is splattered with your leaks. Your face feels like it must be solid violet. “I can’t do anything about it,” you mumble. You quickly sit down and pop the button of your jeans. It makes very little difference. Your bulge thrashes for more space, but there is none just as there’s none in your bladder. You swallow heavily. “I just. I jus’ couldn’t. Kan, you don’t understand how fuckin’ bad I gotta go. I dunno if I can, if...” Humiliation eats up your words and clamps your jaw shut. Kankri’s warm hand on your shoulder feels much more reassuring this time. “But you’re still enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, eyes trained downwards on the movement in your wet jeans. Your throat chirrs involuntarily because he’s right. “You’re going to be fine. There’s only one more stop until ours.” He rests his hand very gently against your stomach. “You won’t make a public spectacle of yourself because you know I’ll never speak to you again if you do.” Your only response is a pleading whine. He kisses your cheek, leaning somewhat awkwardly in order to avoid touching any part of you near your accident. “I know you’re strong enough.” He doesn’t sound like he really believes that you are. Despite the rising chances of being doomed, you rock diligently back and forth in your seat for the remainder of the trip. You will not pee yourself. It proves even harder to keep your gates locked up once they’ve sprung a leak, but you won’t pee yourself. Occasionally Kankri gives you murmured encouragement, but mostly you feel him closely watching you in thoughtful silence. His presence alone feels like disgracing yourself in front of an entire schoolfeed. You squirm under his sharp gaze but you’re swimming up to your fintips in piss and there isn’t enough room to try and avert his stare. Finally, blessedly, the train pulls into your station. You leap to your feet and vibrate impatiently in front of the car doors waiting for them to release you from your tormentous prison. Kankri hovers at your side. He seems a little humiliated to be seen with you, but he can stuff it because no one on Beforus feels more humiliated and needy and disheveled than you in this moment. The train doors part and you dart onto the platform only to be overwhelmed by the crowd of trolls around you. You have to go so badly you can hardly see. The only thought in your head is so full, so full, so full. You dither, paralyzed in all directions by the pressure, until Kankri grabs you by the arm and tugs you forwards. You follow him willingly and pray that he leads you somewhere you can rip your nasty jeans down and let go in a frantic rush. Kankri does not lead you immediately to a trap or an alley or a gutter or a damned shot glass. He guides you indifferently out of the underground, deftly avoiding as many trolls as possible. You freeze before the stairs, convinced you won’t make it up. Kankri pats your arm. “Forwards, Cronus. You can make it.” You feel liquid re-soaking your jeans with every other step all the way to the top but ignore it because you’d rather mostly make it than take too much time to compose yourself and gush everywhere right here. “Fuck me Kanny, jus’ fuck me I gotta piss I can’t do this--” He slaps at your shoulder. “Hush, we’re nearly there! You are acting like a wiggler!” You hadn’t realized you were whining aloud. You snap your jaw shut and exhale heavily through your nose. One day you’ll cut your tongue out and never embarrass yourself again. “‘M not a wiggler, I’m fine. I’m fine! Let go of me,” you demand. “Lemme just fucking go in the alley up there--” Kankri comes to an abrupt halt, his hands a vice grip around your bicep. He elbows you straight in the abdomen. In the middle of the pathway from town to your hive, you have to knock your knees together and try to ram your fingers against your pisshole to keep all two-something liters of liquid inside. The thick fabric of your pants and your pulsing bulge get in your way, and all you succeed in doing is shoving your junk up against your drooling nook and leaking around it. “Kanny, please--!” He glares at you dead in the eye, clearly unimpressed. “Did you understand me, Cronus? Stop making a spectacle of yourself and be quiet.” You glare at him through frustrated tears. He looks back at you impassively. The bright flush on his cheeks softens his expression, however. You give in to Kankri because you cannot hold it and fight him at the same time. “Understood Boss, now please let’s go. Please.” You mime zipping your lip shut and step from foot to foot in hopes that Kankri takes pity on you. He does. Your hivestem comes into view and you lose another gush that shoots down the inside of your legs. The crotch of your pants is saturated and dripping. Your trap is so close, a gate and two doors away. Everything between your thighs throbs painfully. Your bulge thrashes; relief is going to feel intoxicatingly good. Your bladder pounds like it’s full of molten metal. When you reach the gate, Kankri lets go of your arm. You wrench it open and stumble in the courtyard of your trash hive complex. Your ground floor dwelling calls to you like an old friend. Panting, you root in your too-tight pockets for the key. Each one comes up empty. The key is not on your person. You groan and double over. It’s too much. You look up at Kankri. He stands stiffly, arms crossed. “Key, Kanny, please!” Kankri sighs heavily and begins sifting through the grocery bags. He searches slowly like hes trying to make you lose it on purpose. “You didn’t think of this earlier? Maybe you don’t really have to go that badly, if you can plan to wait a few extra moments.” You ball your hands into fists and whine. Why does he have to mess with you? Your abdomen feels hugely distended and tight. You can not stand up even close to straight. Utterly, frantically desperate. That is how you would describe your current state. “Kankri I am literally pissin’ myself, please unlock the fuckin’ door. I know you have the key.” You wish you weren’t so obviously pleading with him. “I’m merely teasing you, since you’ve made it so easy to do so.” He dangles the key in front of your nose. “I found it, you’re welcome.” Oh thank God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You snatch it out of his hand, turn around to ram it in the lock, and turn it. With a soft click, you open the door. You do not get so far as the first step inside. Your body locks up as the door swings open and your muscles give out all in one awful instant. Piss explodes into your clothes and waterfalls down your legs. Nothing in the world, save magically sealing yourself shut, would stop your bladder from emptying into your boots and onto your doorstep. The relief cuts right through all the shame. You whiteknuckle the doorframe and buckle in at the knees because you feel too overwhelmed to hold yourself up. You can’t help moaning loudly as you watch your jeans glisten and the vaguely purple puddle under your shoes rapidly spread out. You are wholly drenched in seconds. “Oh, goodness,” Kankri whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Oh man,” you babble. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t kidding, Kanny. I’m sorry just I can’t…” your breath hitches. “I can’t stop.” Your legs shake so badly you have to sit down on the steps, in your own puddle, still uncontrollably pissing. You bury your face in your hands and finally, completely give up. Your fins flutter as you gasp to fill your lungs, trying not to whimper like you’re crying. There’s so much fluid in you that it takes an endless two minutes for you to fully empty. You’re a moaning mess before you’re halfway through it, hips rocking needily. Your piss-slicked bulge writhes in your pants, searching for stimulation. It’s disgusting for you to allow yourself to be reduced to a piss-soaked whore grinding against your own clothes anywhere, let alone in public right outside your hive. You don’t see anyone when you glance around, but you aren’t exactly quiet. You desperately want to run inside, but your legs refuse to move as urine pours out of you. As the stream finally begins to lessen you look up at Kankri through the blur of tears and rake your mind for something to say. He stands over you, purchases forgotten on the ground. He breathes shallowly through his open mouth and looks over his shoulder warily. “Look at this mess that you made,” he finally says, reaching down to run his hand through your hair. “That you are.” His eyes examine you up and down and settle between your jammed-together thighs. He cautiously nudges your knees apart with the toe of his shoe and you nearly cream yourself when you realize he’s examining how soaked you are. “I never thought I’d see you be so disgusting, and you’ve done a lot of things I find gross.” “Kanny,” you groan, hips canting forwards despite your efforts to stay still. “Don’t look at me like that, fuck.” The side of his shoe brushes your inner thigh and you shiver. His nose wrinkles in distaste. You can’t blame him; you’re well and truly soiled. “Like what? Like you’re a whore?” The title stings so much more coming from him. You moan and your bulge twists in the confines of your tight pants, which when fully swollen it is far too big for. Kankri tilts his head as though curious. You feel like a sample under a microscope and look away in shame. You don’t know where to go from here. If he doesn’t back off, you’re going to cum in the clothes you just wet. Kankri’s foot suddenly presses up between your legs, squishing your bulge in your soaked jeans. You yelp and reflexively try to scoot away but he follows you over the threshold, grinding the sole of his shoe against your crotch from heel to toe. Your hips roll greedily into the touch and you bite your lip to stay quiet. If any of your neighbors walk by, you’ll get evicted royalty or not. The look on Kankri’s face is unfamiliarly domineering and controlled. “You really are a bit of one, Cronus. It’s alright. You made it further than I thought you would. Of course, I’m incredibly appalled by your current state and lack of foresight. At the same time…” he grinds his heel down and you keen. Your nook spasms. You fight to keep your wet knees from touching him at all. “At the same time, you did the best you could, didn’t you? You well and truly lost control of yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “I knew how badly you had to go since the theater. You are truly horrendous at pretending you don’t need to attend to such things. I kept being certain you were finally about to beg me to help you find the facilities, but you never purposely dropped any hints.” So much for getting away with your moment in the market. Kankri gestures to the puddle around you. “I suppose I can forgive you for acting like such an indecent fool given how much you were… preoccupied with.” Your chest buzzes with muddled pride and shame. You really did hold so much for so long. Kankri’s shoe grinding on your filthy jeans stings raw, but you can’t help pushing into it. His tiny mouth curves into a smile. “Tell me Cronus, how much better do you feel?” “So much,” you gasp, hips jerking when his shoe shifts over your bulge. “Fuck Kan, I was so full.” “Oh? And what are you now?” Your nook aches for something inside of it. You duck your head shyly. “I…Empty.” He covers his mouth and laughs silently at you. “Your eloquence is astounding.” His foot pulls back and you whine, try to chase after it, need it back. You’re soaked and disgusting and spent and so very close to cumming. You need him to give it to you. Your arms shake so badly they barely hold you up. His “Kan, you were g’nna make me cum,” you manage. He looks a little taken aback by that. “You’re so depraved, good Lord. I should make you clean this up right now and then go home.” You feel like bursting into tears. “Nnno, no, Kanny please-- Please.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Shush, you’re so whiny.” You bite your tongue. He sighs, seeming to relent a little. “I shouldn't be rewarding this behavior.” At last, he firmly slots his shoe between your legs. “Thank you,” you gasp. “Fuckkk.” Your voice warbles off into a moan that threatens to alert the neighbors. Kankri sneers and leans more weight into you. Your eyes roll back into your skull a little. “Don’t you dare get too loud,” he hisses, “or I’ll be out of here in an instant and leave you locked out like this.” He shoves forwards and twists his ankle, and you feel the end rushing up on you. “Fuck, fuck, please Kan, I’m-- I needa-- Please!” You look up at him, teary-eyed and open, and beg to cum as quietly as you can. Your voice pitches all over the place and your chest heaves. Kankri tsks. “You want to make even more of a mess of yourself? Fine.” He very nearly kicks you in the bulge, the little shit. “Hurry up.” His foot grinds against your bulge and nook at the same time. Your hips snap frantically a few times until you cum with a violent shudder down your spine that ends in your nook clenching almost painfully around nothing. Pleasure rips through you like a punch in the gut. Slurry floods out of your convulsing nook and into your already ruined jeans. You collapse against the wall an absolutely hopeless, shaking mess. It takes you a moment to realize you’re pissing again. You didn’t know you had anything left in you. Kankri huffs and promptly scrapes his shoes off on the dry pavement, fetches his groceries and the key, and lets himself into your apartment. He leaves the door open for you. As soon as your legs steady enough you shuffle inside and slam the door behind you. Kankri’s left a towel for you on the knob of the ablution trap. You stumble gratefully into the tiny room and sink down to the floor of the shower, clothes and all, resolutely ignoring the load gaper you sorely needed five minutes ago. With a shaking hand you turn the water on and let it wet what little of you isn’t already soaked. When you get the stability back in your knees you stand and peel your sopping clothes off. Your abdomen is sore and your nook still aches to be filled. Another residual leak runs down your thighs, much colder than the water of your ablution.
  15. ntiu_123

    Holding now

    Haven’t taken a piss in 5 hours. Stuck in traffic and dying to pee since the past 1 hour. No access to toilets anytime soon and no cups or bottles.. no trees. Holding my dick so hard. If I don’t get to a toilet very soon, I’m going to piss my pants. Wanna peeee!!! Any tips to hold on? Gotta go so bad! Rocking and edging on my seat
  16. Today’s Long Pee Hold Today started like any other. I got up at 8:30 AM, peed had breakfast including two mugs of tea and orange juice. I booted up my computer checked e-mail, paid bills etc.etc.. Before I knew it was 12:30 PM, by this time my bladder felt sort of full, I needed to pee. But now business out of the way it was playtime, so I opened omorashi.com. I had not planned to hold my pee today, but here I was enjoying reading posts and responding .As always in this situation I was not going to pee. Another three hours slipped by. I had not gotten out of my chair since I sat down , so I had nothing to drink since breakfast, but I had not peed either .By this time my bladder was starting to bulge and feel very uncomfortable , but I didn’t yet feel it anywhere else. This is less than I expect after not peeing for seven hours. By 4:00PM I felt the first wave of desperation, and I started to squirm and grab myself until it passed. I decided then I was doing a hold until I couldn't. A half hour later the waves of needing to pee became more intense and frequent. I could really feel the pressure building in penis. I got off the computer after eight hours. To make things more difficult, I decided to do the two days of dishes in the sink. Having sat for eight hours the shift in gravity upon standing, and putting my hands in very warm water, quickly made my need to pee extreme. My bladder was starting to hurt and my entire penis constantly felt full of pee. Whenever the pressure at my pee hole felt like my pee was about to come out, I either grabbed with my hand or squeezed my penis between my legs. Near the end of my task, this was almost constantly. I enjoyed the sensation that I was about to pee myself, but I remained dry. My intention was to pee in the shower, but I thought I still could hold some more. I wanted to do some reading, so I got undressed and laid down on my back on my bed, for over an hour. At first all went well but by 6:00PM I was experiencing one wave of desperation quickly followed by another. I was holding myself almost constantly. There was strong pressure at the base of my penis to the tip. It was pee swollen as well. As each wave passed the pressure at my pee hole grew more intense, and, as it passed the pressure settled higher than the previous one. I wanted to finish the chapter now before giving in. It was difficult to focus on my book, constantly holding myself, pee about to come out. I love that feeling; hold on just a few more pages. However my bladder had different ideas. The first leak came around 6:25, 9 hours since I last peed. I experienced several leaks in the next 5 minutes. I peed on my hand, and a bigger leak landed on my thigh and ran onto my bed. I could feel the wet spot in the sheet, and not wanting to get the bed wet, knowing I had pushed it as far as I could; I got up and went into the bathroom. I expected to lose it as I adjusted the water, but I only leaked a little. I began showering, somehow maintaining control, except for a few minor leaks. As I washed my body, I paid particular attention to my bladder area. It felt rock hard, and very full. I gave it a gentle push, which hurt, and I experienced my biggest leak yet. I gave it another gentle push, and my pee exploded from my penis. I peed hard for a good 10-15 seconds, much longer than my average leak or spurt, and I thought I was losing it entirely but with the pressure eased I stopped peeing. I still had to pee very badly though. Nevertheless, I maintained control until near the end of my shower. My bladder knows when I hold through the shower I permit myself to empty it in the tub. Suddenly the desperation was back. I tried to hold on, but after the next leak, I just let go. I experienced a very long gratifying pee.
  17. ntiu_123

    Pt 2 - Make it up to me

    Chris, Sean's and Richard's friend, was throwing a very grand party indeed. It was all set up in the hotel's great banquet hall. Unfortunately for Sean, the hall was jam packed with people they knew. People they had to meet, come what may. The next circle of friends had joined them. As they talked and laughed, Richard glanced at Sean with a little smirk on his face. Despite the wide grin on his face, it was clear that he was panicking. His eyes were a little pink and wide. His face, pale. Every now and then, he tugged up his slim-fit pants by its waistband, ran a hand over his swollen bladder and shoved his hands into his pants pocket while shifting on his feet. "Friends!" A voice bellowed from the stage ahead of them. They turned to see Chris, all dressed up in a shining tuxedo. "So here's the surprise I've been dying to tell you all." Smiling, he paused to look around the hall, checking to see if any of them could guess what it was. "Catherine and I are finally getting married." A round of gasps erupted. Then, a huge round of applause. "This is amazing!" Richard heard a random comment and glanced over at Sean to see him clapping his hands. The applause died down and Chris continued to talk upstage. Sean stuffed his hands back into his pocket and shifted on his feet again. Richard leaned towards him and spoke quietly. "How are you doing?" Sean glanced at him and rolled his eyes while sighing. "I can't do this," he hissed. "Yes, you can." "No, I can't. If I don't pee now, I'll be in trouble." "I still don't see the erection." "I can't have it in here. Not with all these people! Are you crazy?" "Fine. You want to pee?" "Since long!" "Okay, go and pee. But don't come back to me after that." "Richie..." "No, I mean it." "Can we at least cut down on the time? You're asking me to hold it till we get home, which is ridiculous. I already have to pee so badly. How the hell am I going to hold it all night?" Sean spoke in a frantic whisper. "I don't know. Just do it. And... that's where your erection comes in. It will lock in your piss." "Don't you get it? I can't get erect in here." "You will, if you're full enough. Problem is... you aren't." Sean held his tongue for a moment, clearly seething. He grabbed Richard's hand and placed it over his bladder. "Tell me now. Tell me that I'm full." He gnashed his teeth. Richard was stunned at the sudden move. He wasn't expecting that. He allowed his hand to rest over Sean's bladder for a moment, feeling its hardness. Indeed, it was full. Maybe not a hundred percent, but easily close to that. "Not enough," he smirked and gave a couple of pats, sending jolts into Sean's aching bladder. "Erections happen when you really-really-REALLY have to pee. And when I say that, it means, desperately. You aren't desperate enough." "I am." "It's time to raise your bar. I still say you're not desperate enough." "I told you that I am. I'm just aching since so long." "Simply aching doesn't mean you're ready. You will be when you really fear losing it. When you feel that hard push of pee struggling to get out, and then you succeed in holding it back, and you feel your cock throbbing. Until, the first jet of pee spurts out. And then another. And then another." "Are you crazy? I can't do all that in here!" Sean spat and leaned in closer. "Who's asking you to? Hold it in. That's how you get hard." Frustrated, Sean hissed and bend over a little and peeked into Richard's face. Sean was a good 6'3. Richard was close. "See, listen to me. Let's do all of this at home. Trust me! I'll do anything that you want. Tie me up. Make me wear what you want. Make me get the biggest erection ever. Make me hold it all day. Heck, even a couple of leaks for you." "That won't be an honest erection, Sean. Here, with all these people, you can't lie." Sean sighed and gulped hard. He was close to that criteria Richard mentioned. His cock was throbbing after a huge surge of pee desperation. "Can we at least sit down somewhere? I can't hold on like this." "I'd suggest you keep standing," Richard said coyly. "Challenge yourself." "I'll have an accident," Sean argued. "Do you want me to hold it or just piss myself?" Richard raised his eyebrows and smirked. "I see your point. Come, let's sit." They sat at a rectangular table for six. As soon as he sat down, Sean squeezed his thighs shut, fanned them and gently edged on the chair. Richard watched him, feeling aroused. He wasn't lying. He really did have to pee. And probably, he's close to exploding. Quietly, without being noticed, Richard slipped a hand under the table and stealthily slithered over Sean's thigh. Sean gave him a bewildered look. "What're you doing?" he whispered. "Checking you out?" Richard moved his hand to Sean's crotch, where his slim-fit pants were bunched up like a tent. He groped gently in an attempt to find his dick. With his pants being tight and fitting, and the ever-growing hardness, it wasn't hard to find Sean's penis. "Hmm, slowly getting hard, eh?" Gulping hard, Sean looked away and jiggled a leg. His face was getting red from it all... getting touched there, the arousal, the fear of being seen... and the desperate the urge to urinate. "You're doing good," Richard encouraged and continued to feel Sean's penis, holding it gently and progressing from the base to the tip. Sean squeezed his eyes for a moment and pressed down on his lips. Being touched there while having to pee desperately was a different feeling altogether. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes and let out a long, quiet puff. "What?" Richard smirked at him. He said nothing. He just clenched his abdomen. Richard could feel him do this again and again, a sign that he was working out on his pee muscles in a desperate attempt to not wet himself. "I'll piss myself," he heard Sean whimper with his head down. He could hardly talk. Squeezing his thighs tightly together and slowly bobbing his legs up and down, he leaned forward as the need to void his bladder built to extreme levels. His hand shot out to grab his penis which was already held by Richard. "What happened?" asked Richard. Sean was so red in the face. He was holding on with everything he's got. He tightened his hold over Richard's hand which was over his thrumming penis. "It's that feeling, isn't it?" asked Richard in an excited whisper. "The pee pushing hard to get out?" "Hmm." Sean nodded. He rocked back and forth on his chair. "It's okay, you'll make it," Richard assured and held Sean's hardening cock like a pencil, sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then, faster, by a step, then two... then more. It didn't take long for his form to grow by an inch or two. Sean exhaled while edging on his seat, as if humping Richard's hand. It felt like a hand job, the best hand job yet. "What?" asked Richard, smirking. "We need to find a bathroom," suggested Sean. "If it's to pee, then, I object." "No," Sean denied. "I don't believe you." Richard let go off Sean's penis and leaned back onto his chair. Sean shot at him, bewildered. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you were breaking the rule," replied Richard smugly. "You're supposed to get an erection on your own. Solely out of your desperation." Sean sighed in defeat and grabbed his hard on. He had to hold on till his "deadline" was completed. However, he hoped that Richard would let him go sooner. From the looks of it, he didn't think he could hold on that long. His bladder and penis hurt so bad from holding onto all the urine that was filling up by the minute. The next one hour was pure torture for Sean as the diuretic continued to fill up his bladder to stretching point. He should have taken at least three bathroom breaks by now, instead, he had none. When Richard looked at Sean, he was fanning his legs and edging at the same time. There was a clear, stiff bend in the fabric over his crotch. He wouldn't call it just a "bend". It was an erection. A good, solid erection that was still growing. He reached out and held it like a wand. Sean hissed, his belly and crotch sucking in. He banged his thighs shut and placed his hand over Richard's, right where his hard on was standing proud. "Don't," he pleaded. "Why not?" "Just don't. It makes it worse." "Makes what worse?" "Urine," he mumbled. "What urine?" "Urination," Sean repeated. "I'm just dying to go piss." "You're right. You do have to go. It's just so tight in there." Saying this, Richard rubbed over the stiffness in Sean's crotch, teasing his need to pee. "Don't. Please." "Rubbing it will help," Richard suggested. "Let me do it for you." Saying this, he went on to stroke his penis which was still within his pants and dying to let out the liquids in his bladder. Sean leaned forward, clenching his belly. He exhaled as a wave of pleasure coupled with intense desperation washed over his entire body. Wanting faster relief from the huge need to urinate, he grabbed his cock which was now erect in his pants. He clenched it hard and wrung the tip, as if doing so will suppress the desperation. "That's it, I'm going to the bathroom." He shot to his feet and Richard quickly pulled him down. "So does this mean that we're over?" "No!!! We aren't. Baby, if I don't go now, I'll piss myself." "I swear, the minute you go, I'll walk out of here. And you'll never even find me again." Sighing and in desperate tears, Sean gave in and continued to labor through another hour of extreme pee desperation.
  18. ntiu_123

    Pt 1 - Make it up to me

    "Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path. "Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!" Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. . "See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like." "An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed, but adeptly maintained his calm. "Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!" Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her." "Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around." "Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode. Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing gray eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face. Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears. Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture." "A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on! "No, on her cheek." "My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her." "On the cheek," he insisted. "Lips! I saw it." "It was because you saw it from that angle." "It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back. "Told you, it was a random one!" "Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave. Panicking, Sean restrained him. "Leave!" He ordered. "Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded. "I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!" "Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection." "What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage. "I... I had to pee." "What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right. "I had to pee." "So!!?" "I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified. "Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing. "I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted. Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back. "It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it." For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention. "Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes. "Anything?" "Anything." "Fine," Richard answered after a moment. x-x-x-x-x One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo. As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal gray formal pants. Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it. He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said. "Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?" "Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to test his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink. "These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin. "That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls." Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late." "Right!" Without wasting anymore time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. x-x-x-x-x Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best. They were few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast." Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection like he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric? x-x-x-x-x Few minutes later, they were in the hotel. Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute. "Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something." "What?" "You told me it's strange." "What?" "That your bladder filling up this fast." "Yeah,"he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now. Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink." Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?" "You promised to make it up to me." "What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!" "So you'll make it up to me, right?" "Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening. "You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?" "I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you." "If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here." Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up. "Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day." "Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us." "What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this." "I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me." Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?" "Till we get home." x-x-x-x-x
  19. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this ? The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill ? Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
  20. Themaster258

    Anna's bet

    Let me continue by turning more and more characters in a fandom into degenerates. “At this rate you will be half-coffee, half-dragon in a few hours,” I said as I watched Anna down her sixth cup of steaming hot coffee. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth blinked at me before she slammed the empty cup back on the table. “If you had even half the workload I managed yesterday, you would be too,” she hissed. “No. You wouldn’t even be done and sitting here waiting for the results, you’d still be trying to reconfigure the analyzer,” she said and raised her hand to order yet another cup. Surely Anna had only agreed to this date because her analyzer hadn’t finished. Or because she enjoyed spending time with me, but she would never admit that. Maybe a mix of the two, her work always came first. So far this hadn’t been a date, but more of a mutual venting about work and angry coffee consumption, which in my eyes wasn’t a date at all. “We should go somewhere different than the cafe,” I said as the waiter brought Anna’s seventh cup of coffee. She turned to stare blankly out of the window and ignored my question. I took a sip from my second cup of coffee. How Anna drank the equivalent of a whole weeks worth in a few minutes remained a mystery to me, especially since she wasn’t that much bigger than me. “Somewhere else?” she asked, still motionlessly staring at the busy outside world, “On a Monday afternoon?” She turned back to face me. “And anyway, everywhere else is missing something crucial to me,” she said. My mouth turned to a crooked smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll buy you a coffee to go.” The hint of a smile played across her face, a first for today. “I am talking about the bathrooms, not even more coffee.” I laughed. I should not have done that. Every hint of the earlier smile vanished and gave way to a dismissive stare. “Oh yes, don’t mind me with my normal sleeping schedule and second cup of coffee,” she said and pointed at me. She shook her head and then emptied her new cup in a single go. Small clouds of steam curled up from her throat as she sat the cup back down. “Of course I have to piss like a doped flyer after downing seven cups of coffee you-,” she swallowed the last word of the sentence and reclined in her chair with a long sigh instead. “It was a long night at work,” she admitted in a calmer and more collected manner, “And waiting for the results makes me uncomfortable. It could be a life-changing discovery or just a string of numbers and letters meaning nothing at all.” Anna worked too much and with too little breaks, no wonder she was always on edge. Talking to her was like running through a minefield while blindfolded and with two peg legs. But behind all of that I saw her other, more private, self. She kept it hidden behind her dismissive attitude and tendency to drown herself in her work instead. I just had to barge through the minefield first. “All the more reason to go outside. It’s warm and sunny, so stop making excuses about bathrooms. You’ll work better when you are relaxed for once,” I said. “You should be careful though, you might catch some fun.” Her left eyebrow twitched in annoyance, or in caffeine-induced hyperactivity. She didn’t answer me but grabbed a pen and napkin instead. Her hand slid across the napkin faster than I ever could. I tried to see what she worked on, but only got as far as seeing a few numbers that made little sense to me. “I hate you, you know that? Stop persuading me to do things. But yes, let’s have some fun,” she said with a dangerously happy voice and crumpled the napkin to a pulp in her hand. “Life’s too short to not try something different once in a while, wouldn’t you agree? First you have to visit the bathroom or it would not be fair,” she added before I could even answer. “Should I be afraid?” I asked as I gestured for the waiter. “Depends on who wins,” she smiled and headed to the bathroom herself. Adine arrived with the bill. “You should consider buying a whole can the next time,” she giggled and produced the bill; Coffee was expensive. “They are cheaper, although I guess it doesn’t matter too much to the human ambassador.” I thanked her as I left and followed Anna’s advise to head to the bathroom myself. Not that I would’ve done any different before leaving. The two cups of coffee had done their part. Heading back into the cafe, Anna was already waiting outside and tapping her feet. She gestured for me to follow. A part of my mind spelled out the word ‘Danger’ in huge red letters. After back alley dates and slaughtering sheep I was sure she was capable of anything if she wanted to. When Anna had decided on something you never knew what you got into and I loved her for that. “Can I inquire about what you have in mind?” I asked. “You can, but you can also follow me and figure it out yourself for once,” she said. I shrugged and continued down the street. There was no point in asking her further questions. A few minutes later we stopped in front of a grocery store. “Wait here,” she said and headed inside. I did as instructed and stood alone in the middle of the rather busy street. A few weeks earlier I would’ve fled inside after her to hide from the eyes of all the passerby’s. But now I barely noticed them. I caught glimpses of red scales through the windows and after a few minutes, Anna returned with two heavy water bottles in her hands. She shoved one of them into my arms. “Drink,” she commanded. I eyed the label and unopened top. “It’s water,” she said, “So drink. All of it.” The bottle held a good two liters of water, there was no way I could drink that in one go and why would I. Anna’s eyes told me that she would force feed me the bottle if I didn’t. She herself had nearly finished hers. I opened the water bottle. “This is about me making fun of the bathroom isn’t it?” I asked and started to chug water. The water had room temperature and a strong plastic aftertaste, but under her hard gaze I managed to empty a quarter before I had to stop for a deep breath. “Should I congratulate you for figuring out the obvious?” she asked. “Yes, please,” I said sarcastically before continuing to swallow ungodly amounts of water. I knew this would end badly, we’d be on the hunt for a bathroom the rest of the afternoon and the coffee from earlier was already making itself comfortable in my bladder. Anna watched me, without breaking eye contact, until I had downed the whole bottle. “Now let’s see how much fun we can catch before one of us gives up or embarrasses himself in front of the whole town,” Anna said and gestured for me to lead us anywhere I wanted. She thought she could prove a point by having me give up first. I would not give her that satisfaction, not after I had agreed to this stupid bet. I could’ve said no at any point, but I was pretty stubborn too. My cockiness lasted until we reached the park thirty minutes later. I could feel my bladder resting heavy in my lower body. Looking at Anna, she showed not a single sign of desperation. But on the outside, neither did I. “Well how about that coffee to-go?” Anna asked with a smile. “A big one of course,” I said. I would win, even If I did feel my bladder filling with every step I took. Anna had downed so much more coffee than I did, there was no way she could hold on longer than me. We walked through the park, sipping our coffee as slow as we could. Our conversations were a lot more pleasant after our focus shifted to not showing any signs of distress. I did my best to keep my steps straight and body relaxed. Anna’s steps however were a little off and I could see a small bulge forming on her lower belly. “You do realize that you look like a pervert, staring like that?” Anna said. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your eyes on me,” I said, “Too bad I’m wearing clothes right? How close am I to winning?” She snorted. “Winning? We barely started. But, maybe, maybe we can continue this somewhere a little more interesting.” Anna was desperate, I knew it. She never repeated herself like that. She was nervous and I was winning. An ice-cold needle struck my tiring bladder muscles as soon as the thought of being in the lead grazed my mind. I focused on not grabbing myself until the feeling passed. “Somewhere a little more interesting?” I asked after I regained my composure, “What do you have in mind?” “I could go for a movie. Sitting for two hours, having a big soda,” she said and grinned at me. She was bluffing, so I accepted. “I haven’t seen any of your movies yet. Let’s go.” I grabbed her arm and turned around. She resisted me and stopped. “There aren’t any good movies on right now. But, my apartment is a ten minute walk from here,” she said, reversed my grip and started to drag me towards her apartment. My bladder yelled and throbbed at the rhythmic hell that were dragon sized stairs. They were that little higher and wider than human equivalents but that small difference was enough to drive me and my bladder mad. She did this on purpose I figured as we walked past the elevator doors, but I was winning this contest. Every step she took was followed by a little, barely noticeable shiver and her normally motionless tail twitched left and right. But she tried her best to hide it. Her apartment was a sight to behold. Modern, with big windows overlooking the town and every piece of furniture looked like a strange designer piece. Only a lab coat thrown over a black kitchen chair showed that someone actually lived here. There was no personal touch to any of it, no pictures, no magazines or catalogs. Looking around a little more I spotted a display case with various awards and trophies. But it all felt as sterile as a holiday home. “You are the first person to ever step inside of my apartment other than the maid,” Anna said and locked the entrance door behind us. “Knowing you I would’ve expected a cave in the mountains,” I said and stared at the skyline. “A cave doesn’t have a coffee machine,” she said and dragged me away from the window towards the wide orange sofa in front of a giant flat screen. She picked up the TV remote and threw it at me. “You don’t keep much stuff around, do you?” I asked. She stopped in front of the TV, her eyes darting towards another room. “You haven’t seen my bedroom. I don’t really use this apartment for much else. Now give me a minute,” she said and stepped into another room. As soon as she had left I pressed my hands into my crotch to ease the tension. The first beads of sweat had formed on my face and my underwear had a tiny wet spot from the horror that was the staircase. The ocean inside me threatened to blew my dam wide open with every passing minute. I only noticed Anna’s return as a cold metal bracelet closed around my wrist with a click. I turned in terror and saw Anna handcuffing me to the wooden armrest with a futuristic looking pair of handcuffs. She than sat down on the other end of the sofa and did the same to her left arm. She smiled as if she had won and threw a tiny remote controller at me. “This will release the handcuffs and brand you the loser. And if you dare to violate the virtue of my expensive sofa I’ll have your skin,” she said. I fumbled with the handcuffs. They were real and I was about to lose it. Cold beads of sweat sat on my neck. I turned back to her. She looked fine at the first glance. Did she cheat when she stepped into that other room for a second? Anna grabbed the TV remote I was still holding onto. She zapped through the various channels until she had found something horrible; an ocean documentary. She slumped down on the sofa with her legs spread wide open as if nothing bothered her. Not even my glances, she wore no pants after all. “Why do you own two pairs of handcuffs?” I asked and wiggled my cuffed arm as if to wave to keep my mind off the massive amounts of clear blue water shown on the flat screen. “Because I am into hardcore bondage,” she answered with a straight face. I played with the thought in my head. It wouldn’t be too far fetched. But right now I would’ve picked any thought that would keep me distracted from my bursting bladder. The red button on the remote labeled release allured me in more ways than one. “Our lab designed these prototypes for the police but they never used them. So I took them.” “Are you sure it’s not the former? You are drooling,” I said. Anna wiped her mouth with her free hand and noticed that she wasn’t. “You are a pervert,” she stated and clenched her legs together. Maybe because of shame, but I doubted that. She only pretended to be winning. “Coming from the one who seems to enjoy this,” I said and swallowed the last word as a spurt of hot liquid soaked into my underwear. Than another. Not like this, I couldn’t lose right now. I clenched my muscles with all my willpower that I could muster and the spurts stopped, if just for a few more seconds. Anna tried to hide her predicament, but I noticed and couldn’t help but enjoy it. I felt a familiar heat and pressure rising in my pants as I watched Anna’s near silent squirming. I really was a pervert. A numbness spread in my lower belly. I’d wet myself on her couch in a few seconds and I knew. My hands were shaking and my muscles burned as they tried to keep the flood inside, but a new spurt found it’s way into my pants and it didn’t stop. More and more drops made their way past my sphincter as the numbness took over. By now the spot was clearly visible to me. Anna hadn’t spotted it yet. It was too late and I pressed the button. With a metallic click the handcuffs unlocked. “I win,” Anna said and rubbed her two free arms together. Her face twisted in pleasure or pain as she moved off the sofa. Judging by her shaking legs she was close to her limit too. But that didn’t matter anymore, I had lost the bet. “Release me, or your, sofa-” I watched in blank horror as Anna threw her remote into the kitchen with the flick of her wrist. “Whoops,” she said and smiled. “You bitch,” I said through clenched teeth and stifled a laugh. “You planned this didn’t you?” I pulled at the handcuffs to no avail as my bladder failed me. Anna stepped up to me with a never before seen grin on her face. “Was this not the kind of fun you were talking about?” she asked and her hand slid up my shirt and onto my bladder. She did not add any pressure, but instead moved her hand up and down my belly. The only warning I got was a flicker in her eyes. Her hand pressed down on my rock hard bladder and I yelled out in surprise as a torrent of piss shot into my pants. My bladder screamed in pain as every last fraction of resistance was wiped from my muscles. I gave into the blissful feeling of relief, stuck in a never ending relaxed outcry. I felt as the puddle crept up my back and down my legs. The warmth was equally disgusting and the best feeling in the world and it continued to spread even as a curious dragons hand reached down into my pants. The monotone sound changed from a patter against heavy fabric to the dull thud of my powerful stream hitting her hand. She didn’t remove her hand, but pushed and directed my stream into different directions inside of my pants. Her other hand stroked her own private area. Her playful eyes watched my squirm at the touch of her hand and her tongue slowly crossed over her lips. After a minute of pure bliss my stream died down and I slumped down in exhaustion. My damp clothes clung to me and grew colder by the second. I had lost to her. Her face twisted to a wicked grin. “Do not think I’m done with you,” Anna said. She jumped onto the sofa and positioned herself above me. “Anna?” I asked. Her legs spread further apart and revealed her quivering privates to me. She grabbed me by my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye. “Anna!” I yelled. She smiled as the tension faded from her face. “AnAHHH” A slight trickle hit my pants but then her stream became a raging river pelting against my stomach. The acrid smell hit my nose and pictures flashed through my mind, pictures that could not be mine. Fuzzy and blurred like they were I could make out a yellow shape and the same smell. I was dragged back to my unfortunate reality as Anna aimed a little higher and her stream drummed against my panting chest. Wet and hot the puddle pooled on top of my shirt. Her face was stuck between pure bliss and a victorious smile. Her grip on my shoulders lightened with every second. “Ohh,” Anna moaned, “I soo needed this.” Her stream died down and with a jerk the last spurt shot straight past my head, over the sofa and onto the floor. Anna collapsed on my body. She was heavy, but somehow not as heavy as I had expected. She trapped the heat and puddle between our two bodies and purred softly. Her backside wiggled against my privates. I could not remember the last time I was this aroused and Anna noticed with a playful grin. “Pervert,” she whispered and got back up on her shaking legs. “You are a bad girl Anna,” I said as she turned around and offered me a great view. She laughed. “We’ve barely started and we got the whole night. Sleep is overrated anyways.” “We’ve got coffee for that,” I said. My free hand brushed over the drenched sofa. “But I think we ruined your sofa.” “Who cares about the sofa, I have something better to sit on,” she said and lowered her private area onto my face. “Anna-” My words were muffled as I talked into her privates. A low moan escaped her as our lips met. I would not have thought that today would end like this. None of this would go in any record of mine, ever. “Stop talking and enjoy your share of fun. It’s a rare treat,” she said and struggled to remove my belt.
  21. Hey guys, I had a question for all of you. I’ve been going out a lot lately, and after particular leadership conference I went to, with a few desperation sightings, I had a question: where and when have you seen the most desperation? While bars and clubs are a given, I saw desperation in the most unorthodox circumstances. I’m curious, what are some of the places or events where you guys have been where you’ve seen a lot of desperation?
  22. Last night, I did a hold on Live thread and hoped that someone else was live as well. I drank two bottles of water and waited for results. At 21:00 (9 pm). I was holding together with @Selena Luna and tbh, I know i wouldn't have any chance against her since she had already outlasted someone before, so that's why i wanted to hold for like 1 hour or just do what i like the most on this fetish: asking for permission since i was already suirming in my seat, get up and then scissoring my legs, bending forward, resting my head on the drawer/table. I asked if i can go pee and the answer was obviously: "no". I kept holding my crotch tightly with my both hands and moaning/whimpering. It was so difficult to get up or spread my legs. It was like torture for me in that moment, until someone( @PCPort ) saved my day. I continued to hold for only another 15 minutes (21:35 to 21:50). I was bouncing my legs like crazy in hope i will get a good relief soon. It was 21:50, i got up and hobbled towards the bathroom, i pulled down my pants but didn't have time to pull down my underwear too. So i sat down on the toilet and enjoyed a good relief and a wet underwear. Here are some pictures taken (sorry for my hairy legs tho!):
  23. The Preamble (aka Author's Notes, aka About This Fic) Dedications! For @Bangarang and @SAM996, here's a story of intense desperation fueled by bathroom hogging and a baby-proofed toilet. @luckymon2, this is a double desperation at a house party, with the protagonists intentionally delaying themselves relief, so this one's for you too! Fingers crossed, hoping you all like it! On the structure of this fic! I tried to keep it short, I really did, but I couldn't help writing a long-ass buildup. Really couldn't help it *shrug*. It is still too short for a proper multi-chaptered fic, but way too long for a one-shot. So I am breaking this in to parts - * Parts 1 to 5 is the setup & build up. There isn't a lot of actual description of desperation here - it shows the protagonists filling up, and mentions other people bursting for a pee though. * Part-6: About 1k words of pure male desperation, caused by bathroom hogging. If you don't care for the setup, you can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-7: About 800 words of pure female desperation, caused by a baby-proofed toilet. You can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-8: Double desperation, and conclusion.I will post 1 or 2 parts each day, as soon as I finish the final editing ?
  24. HaruhiSuzumiya

    Capture (DC fanfiction)

    A/N: Starring my OTP, Cyborg and Grid. Enjoy! "W-where am I...?" Cyborg woke up unable to move. His sight not yet clear, the poor teen titan groaned as he shook himself in an attempt to break free. But to no avail. Eventually, as his vision sharpened more and more, Cyborg could make out his surroundings. He was a few feet off the ground in a dark laboratory of sorts. He also realized his groans sounded a bit muffled, like something was blocking his mouth. That's when he heard the unmistakeable cackle of his arch-nemesis, Grid. "You are beneath me, Cyborg!" he snarled, reiterating something he'd said so many times before. But only this time, Cyborg began to genuinely believe his enemy's words. There was nothing he could do to escape his restraints, which had him confined to the wall Grid had tied him to. Cyborg tried to issue a muffled cry in response. Grid simply laughed at his gagged captive's pathetic vocalization and continued with his monologue. "By the end of this procedure, your shivering, frail self shall collapse with no way to recover, and your body will be in my hands," he said. He suppressed a laugh, and then took a few steps toward the weak Cyborg. "Let's get right to it," he mocked. Soon enough, Cyborg was unbound from the wall, only to be bound to a chair in another part of the room. His mouth still covered, poor Cyborg felt useless as his cybernetic powers were almost impossible to utilize in this predicament, and struggled against resigning to his fate of lending Grid his body. At that moment, Grid strutted into the room, his chest up haughtily. He cleared his throat, and then he huffed as he snapped his fingers. Cyborg was directed towards Grid's mechanical, skull-like visage. "If you disobey," Grid warned Cyborg, "you shall experience severe repercussions which will not allow you to live another day." A brief moment of silence passed, and then Grid resumed. "Now," said the sentient cybernetic system, "forget everything and pay attention to me, and me alone; lay back and close your eyes, let your mind drift away." Cyborg hesitated, but he did as he was told, as there was nothing inherently bad about it. His head, which he was ever so trying to clear until he was in peace, lay against the headrest of the chair obediently and his eyes were shut. Grid clenched his left hand into a fist and aimed it between Cyborg's legs, laughing to himself. Suddenly, Cyborg felt an onset of pressure grow in his bladder like a weight ton sitting dormant on his pelvis. As the sensation pressed down on his lower region more and more, Cyborg grimaced and couldn't help trying to squirm a bit. However, he didn't want anything to leak. So he relaxed his muscles, save for his continuously tightening bladder muscle, and tried to remain perfectly still. A few agonizing seconds passed, and then Cyborg decided he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes opened, bloodshot, and he tried as hard as he could to sit up in the chair he was tied to. "Grid..." Cyborg said as best as he could with his mouth taped. Suddenly, he realized it was Grid that was causing him to feel like he had a full bladder. Risking repercussion, Cyborg angrily looked Grid in the grill. "I can control you," Grid taunted, trying to intimidate Cyborg. "I will make your urinary urgency so strong, you would do anything to escape the discomfort and pain. Unless you are able to suffer the humiliation of urinating, of course." During this, Grid continued to increase Cyborg's need to go. Cyborg felt hell raising in his privates; a flow of urine rushing through, and trying so hard to break free from, his bladder. But, of course, Cyborg held it in, as he didn't want even further torment. Eventually, the pressure became too painful for Cyborg. One more minute like this, and it was going to explode. So Cyborg closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let it all go naturally. A stream of urine came pouring out of Cyborg's bottom, soaking the chair he was in. The steel sentinel had no regrets about it. He needed to find a way to end his misery. Grid watched the puddle of urine form at the bottom of the drenched chair and chuckled. "I knew you were going to do it," he said quite mockingly. He strode over to the heavily relieved hybrid and tore the piece of tape gagging him off his mouth. "Why would you do that to me?" said Cyborg as he found himself able to speak again. "For my amusement. We're not done yet." Cyborg gasped as even more trouble awaited him. He'd already went through that painstaking experience of holding his urine; what more could Grid possibly have in store for him? He was about to find out...
  25. Mad Bladder

    Story Trade Thread

    I apologize if it’s inappropriate to make a new thread like this. If it’s deleted I understand. But I want to do a story trade with someone. I have a short outline and would write a story for that person after. You can see samples of my work on my profile. PM me