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  1. Ron squirmed slightly in his seat as McGonagall announced free study. Damn! Normally, Ron would appreciate it, but McGonagall’s free study rules state that if anyone talked or even raised their hand, she would assume that they couldn’t keep busy, and she would assign something really brutal for everyone in the class. He didn’t want to be blamed for THAT (again) but... bloody hell! He had to pee! But he could hold it, surely. He was a 6th year, after all. And Lavender was in this class, not to mention Malfoy, the git of all gits. Yes, holding it was the only option. He would NOT pee himself in front of his girlfriend or Malfoy. A half an hour later, he wasn’t as positive. Fanning his legs a bit when McGonagall wasn’t looking, he was close to needing to grip his cock in order to keep it in, and he’d be as loony as Luna before he grabbed himself like that in class! He HAD to keep it in! A tap on his left shoulder startled him, and he bit down a curse as he did what he just swore he would never do to keep it in. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he saw that it was Hermione next to him. Shit. Not now. He’d rather have Lavender witness this than her. Not that he’d ever admit it. “What?” he hissed. Hermione smiled innocently. “Nothing. You just look a little uncomfortable, is all.” She whispered, making sure McGonagall didn’t catch her talking in class. Then she’d lose the points she got last class. “I’m fine, okay? Besides, I thought you were ignoring me because I chose Lavender over you!” She flinched back from him, her face burning. She dropped her eyes back to her paper. Ron immediately felt terrible. He would apologize after class. He was just in so much bloody pain right then! “You have one more hour until the end of class, students!” called McGonagall from her desk. Ron gasped as his bladder protested. An hour? He didn’t even know if he was going to last for 10 more minutes! He slipped his hand underneath his desk and grabbed his crotch, desperate to keep from embarrassing himself. Little did Ron know that Hermione had kept watching him after he turned around, and that she knew exactly what was wrong. For Merlin’s sake, she had watched him guzzle down about a day’s worth of water in one go right before class started. What did he expect was going to happen, especially right before a double period? But this was too good to miss. Screw losing points, he was going to pay for his little remark. Merlin knew she could earn back any points she may lose. Taking out her wand, she waved in toward the rest of the class and mumbled, “Muffliato.” Satisfied that she performed the spell correctly, she spoke to Ron in a normal voice. “I know what your problem is, Won-Won.” she announced mockingly. “Shut up!” Ron hissed, his face flaming as red as his hair. Hermione had to struggle so she wouldn’t let on how cute she thought he looked right now, with his face beet red, and his legs twisted around his hand, which was wringing his penis in sheer desperation. “I thought you didn’t approve of that spell anyway?” he groaned as he fended off another wave. “Times change.” smirked Hermione. “You’re going to pay for that little remark you made a few minutes ago.” She smiled wider as Ron’s expression turned fearful. He knew she wasn’t messing around. “All right, I’m sorry!” Hermione snorted. “No, I’m serious! As soon-ugh- as the words were-ugh-out of my mouth- ooh- I wanted to take them back! You didn’t deserve-oh- that.” He doubled over in his seat 4 times during that. “Oooooohhhhhh just let me pee and I’ll do anything you want!” Hermione was confused. Ron NEVER sounded sincere when forced to apologize, even when it was in his best interest to sound so. But he did right now. “Well, all right. I forgive you.” she informed him, like it was a big surprise. She always forgave him, because she loved- NO! She couldn’t think like that! She had already been hurt enough by him. “But I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one. There’s still an hour left.” Ron face contorted in a painful grimace. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it, Hermione!” he whined in desperation. “I’m gonna pee myself in front of everyone and worse, you-“He stopped abruptly, turned, if possible, a darker red than before. Hermione’s expression softened as she looked at him. “W-wouldn’t it be worse if Lavender saw it? She’s your girlfriend, not me.” She tried not to sound sad or bitter at that. “Only-ugh- only because she’s the only-oooooohhhhhh- the only one who ever liked me, ugh, like that.” If only you knew, Hermione thought sadly. But all she said was, “What can I do to help?” “Well,” Ron hesitated. “I’ll do anything.” “I-I can’t grip it right. Somebody else probably could, though.” “Grip wha- oh.” Hermione felt her face burning as it hit her. Ron sucked in a breath as he felt himself lose it for two seconds, pee shooting into his boxers. “Hurry, just do it!” he cried. Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s pants, eyeing McGonagall as she did so. McGonagall didn’t seem to notice. The Prince’s spell still seemed to be working. She grabbed Ron’s penis through his boxers and gripped it hard. She noticed it was already quite damp. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last much longer. As she looked up at him nervously, she realized he was blushing again. “Yeah, I-I already kind of...” “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here to help.” “I thought you were mad at me.” he mumbled. “I was, but... you have bigger problems at the moment. Besides, there’s no doubt you’ll pee me off again soon enough.” Ron chuckled, then winced at the pain that followed. “Yeah, all that’s true enough.” Suddenly, he looked guilty. “Hermione?” “Mmm?” Hermione mumbled, trying not to concentrate too much on how hot this situation was right now. “I’m sorry. For everything. Thank you for this.” “No problem.” She said shyly. She looked up at the clock. “One minute to go, Ron! I’m going to lift the spell now.” Then she did just that. Ron groaned as anticipation made him pee for another 2 seconds. He didn’t think he had ever blushed this much in his life. And with his family, that’s saying something. “S-Sorry.” he muttered. Hermione felt her hand dampen as Ron lost it again. “No. It’s okay. You can’t help it right now.” she whispered back. Secretly, she found Ron hot when he was this vulnerable. But she would believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks before she told him that. “Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice made both of them jump, but only one of them spurted another second of pee into their boxers. As all the students gathered their things and started out the door, Hermione realized she would have to let go. “Hey, Ron? I’m gonna have to let go. You ready?” He groaned in frustration, but nodded reluctantly. “One... two... three!” She let go, and Ron hissed and grabbed himself again as he felt himself lose it once more. By this time, his trousers had a wet spot the size of an apple. Hermione looked up to realize the only people left in the room were Professor McGonagall, Lavender, and... she groaned. Malfoy. And they were all staring at them. Or more specifically, staring at Ron losing his battle with his bladder. “Won-Won?” Lavender asked uncertainly. Ron jumped out of his seat at this, trying to look natural. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jolted his bladder. “Nonononono!!! Not here. Not now. Pleeeeeeease....” he moaned in desperation, but it was no use. His tortured bladder exploded, flooding his pants and the area around him. He closed his eyes in shame, and Hermione glared at Malfoy, her wand out, daring him to say something. But it wasn’t Malfoy who reacted first. Oh, EWWW!” screeched Lavender. “Ronald Weasley, you can’t even hold your pee for ONE class? That’s it, we are so over. And I swear to Merlin, the whole school is gonna know about this. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy!” Hermione made to hex the bitch, but someone else got to her first. And it wasn’t Professor McGonagall. “Obliviate!” Malfoy’s voice rang out. Lavender’s expression relaxed and Professor McGonagall sprang into action. Grabbing Lavender’s arm, she led her out of the classroom, and shut the door softly behind her to give her students their privacy. Hermione looked at Malfoy in amazement, while Ron was still lost in his mortification. Did Malfoy, the boy who had tormented them with unrestrained glee for almost 6 years straight, just help them out? Or did he just want to be the one who spread it around school? Draco stared back. “Don’t worry. This will stay between us.” “Why?” Hermione asked coldly. “What reason could you possibly have to keep it quiet? Blackmail opportunities?” Draco seemed to consider her for a moment. Flushing slightly, he replied, “It happened to me once. I know how it feels and it’s not fun. My father sent me to Muggle school for a year so I could observe first-hand-” he broke off, hesitating, before continuing, “-why Muggles are so inferior compared to us.” He broke off again, seeming to expect a reprimand. When none came, he continued. “I was ten at the time, and the teachers thought us old enough to be able to wait until the end of class. To make a long story short, I ended up wetting myself worse than Weasley here just did. I never got a break from any of the Muggles. I was tormented just as much from the teachers as I was from the students. Of course, my father wasn’t too pleased with me either, but when he saw that the experience taught me what he wanted me to learn, he let off.” He stared intently at Hermione. “I had my own reason for hating anyone connected with Muggles. It was never my father’s influence. The reason he sent me there was because I questioned his beliefs. Since then, I had no reason to question them again-until now. I saw the way you were ready to defend Weasley from anyone who dared say anything- even if that person was from your own House, your own dorm. Maybe- maybe Muggle-Borns aren’t so bad after all.” Malfoy said this last part bitterly, like it couldn’t matter now, even if he wanted it to. He turned to go, and then stopped abruptly. “Oh, and Granger?” he called over his shoulder. “If that story is ever made public knowledge, I will personally make sure each of your lives will be a living hell to the day you all die. Got it?” “Perfectly.” she replied, hiding a smile. Who knew? Malfoy actually had a heart! Suddenly, she heard a whimper next to her. She looked over to see Ron, still soaked, with humiliated tears running down his cheeks. Hermione pointed her wand at him dried his clothes with a nonverbal spell. Then she performed Scorgify to get rid of the chemicals in urine that wasn’t pure liquid. Waving her wand once more, she Vanished the puddle around him. “I’m s-so s-sorry, Herm-Hermione.” Ron sobbed. “I’m s-so embarrassed! I c-can’t believe that I d-did that in front of y-you! That’s n-never happened before, I swear.” Smiling mischievously, Hermione threw her arms around Ron’s neck and surprised him with the most passionate kiss she had ever bestowed on anyone. “Nobody will ever know except you, me, and Malfoy.” “W-What?” It took him a few minutes to come back to reality. Once he did, he gasped. “Malfoy saw this? I’m dead!” Hermione looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t hear him?” Ron shook his head slowly. “No, I was lost in thoughts about how I was going to ask Moaning Myrtle if I could live with her after I offed myself, actually.” Smothering an amused laugh at that, she said, “Well, never mind then. The important thing is, Lavender memory was modified, and Malfoy... well, he and I have a deal. He won’t tell anyone.” “Right.” Ron snorted sarcastically, back to his old self. “And you’re in love with me, too.” At that, Hermione laughed outright. “Well, miracles do happen from time to time!” With that, Hermione yanked an astonished Ron to her and snogged him senseless. ((Any constructive criticism? This is my first story!))
  2. 222foxface222

    Desperate Friendships

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

    female Rockfest experiences

    So I had mention a few weeks ago that boyfriend and I were going to Rockfest - a 3 day long rock music festival. Think Coachella but with less frilly clothes haha anyways I had promised that I would share some of our experiences we had so here it is 😊 .. let’s see 🤔 well for starters it’s a 4 hour drive to get to our destination, but there was tons of construction and morning rush hour traffic so the drive was even longer (almost 6) In the first 1.5 hours I drank an XL coffee, and a large iced coffee PLUS a bottle of Gatorade before we left. We brought extra towels because I made a rule we weren’t allowed to pee until we got to the festival without permission from the other. Well I had a severely full bladder, like a 9.5/10 and we had gotten lost by this point. We stopped at Canadian Tire to ask for directions and my bf gave me permission to use the bathroom (if they had one) but that I would owe him. Almost immediately after getting out of the car, my bladder started leaking, once both feet hit the pavement I felt the first spurt and cry from my failing bladder. I rushed to the store entrance and an elderly man stops dead center in the door of the only way into the store. Another small leak, I polightly said excuse me - nothing, then I noticed the hearing aids. Another spurt and I can feel my pants now, not just my panties and damp. I tapped his shoulder and finally got by. But now I can’t find the bathroom, and ask an employee - she doesn’t speak any English of course 🙄 (we were in a province where they speak French) I finally managed to find the bathroom and by this point my jeans were starting to get quite wet but I made it to the bathroom before I completely lost control. Thankfully I planned ahead and was wearing black jeans! another thing I really enjoyed was how few bathrooms there was at the festival. 200,000+ people, all drinking and partying and all we had were porta-potties. They got really bad really fast so as you can imagine, people just started skipping the porta-potties. Men and women everywhere just peeing when and where the need came - Omo heaven! And also watching people, complete strangers, squirm and dance when they were waiting for a bathroom. I only saw one accident, but I’m sure there was lots more. Also standing In a crowd of thousands of people doing naughty things like wetting my skirt because I didn’t want to use the gross bathrooms. Grinding and oh so discreetly fooling around with my bf in the crowd we also like public/risky sex. So having sex in our tent, surrounded by so many people was exhilarating. All the ‘windows’ were open and it was very easy to see us, we could hear people talking about us as they walked by. I know there’s more but I just got home from work not too long ago so I’m having a hard time thinking of more at the moment
  4. I would really appreciate the help, and as long as you don’t bs it I will write what you want next. The show is Life with Louie in the episode where they’re at the play and the Dad holds in his pee so long about to burst. It’s applied at the very end he made it BUT I’d like someone to write an alternate ending where the dad either has an accident in the auditorium in front of everyone OR in the men’s room in front of everyone....as long as he has an accident in in that setting in public and you describe his reaction to the humiliation and that of everyone around him. As well as how he feels physically ally and emotionally as he’s bursting. Use the time of the last four minutes or so of this video to guide you to make your story. That’s when he walks in the play to storming for the bathroom.
  5. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
  6. 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
  7. Răzvan2000

    female LAO Bathroom Denial

    LAO stands for Live Action Omorashi, if you want to ask! I woke up this morning and i simply didn't pee like i usually do every morning or after i wake up. So i skipped the pee break and i only washed my face and brushed my teeth, i ate something and after that i took a seat on my chair and turned my laptop on. Firstly, i was drinking a bottle of water while i was still on my chair or being in another room in order to wait for results. Secondly, i went to store to buy a soda and when i came back home, i began to drink the soda and this time i lay on my bed or standing near the window and once again i didn't feel anything. And finally, i decided to drink one more time a bottle of water, i wait for like 20 minutes until i could feel that my bladder was full. And i did what i always want to do: to share my desperation status on Live thread and also asking for permission because i like to play this "game". I asked for permission right in the moment when i already feel i was bursting. And the answer was of course: no. Also i was demanded to take a drink, to walk around inside the house or around the block. I passed it but i was still denied to pee after i asked once again (also begging). OMG, i couldn't endure anymore. I was holding my crotch like crazy, crossing my legs, squatting on the floor for a while, all these things for almost a half an hour, i guess. Because i couldn't hold it much longer, i just got in the bathtub and letting the flow down my pants. The urine came out like a waterfall stream until it became just a trinkle or small drops of pee. It was so good to finally feel relieved (if i just peed on toilet with my pants down, that would be CHEATING). Aftermath: taking a shower, washing my peed pants and taking some pictures:
  8. Yesterday morning me and Matty ended up having some mutual wet fun and I was telling my friend about it and I figured I may as well share the experience with you guys as well. On Tuesday night we went to the cinema and as always when we go watch a film we went to a late viewing. The film started at 11pm and by the time it finished and we came out it was half 1 in the morning. As always when we go to the cinema and I have a big drink I was bursting for a wee when we got home and enjoyed a nice long pee. Afterwards we just got into bed and watched TV until we both fell asleep. The effects of the big drink hit me again when I woke up about 6 o’clock with a full bladder. I would usually just go back to sleep in that situation but I was really desperate and knew that I would just keep waking up every 10 minutes so I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and just as I got into bed Matty got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back I snuggled up to him and we both went back to sleep. I woke up again about half past 9 and noticed my bladder had started filling up again but this time it wasn’t too bad just yet so I decided to enjoy the feeling for a bit. I put the TV on and flicked through till I found something worth watching and a few minutes later Matty woke up. Neither of us had nothing to immediately get up for so we just decided to have a lazy morning. We watched TV for a while and Matty got up to go make us a cup of coffee and get something to snack on. As we watched TV I slowly sipped my cup of coffee and as I did my bladder continued to fill. As my desperation grew I started to fidget and squirm which Matty noticed and I knew was turning him on. I noticed that he was also fidgety and the thought he might need to pee too was turning me on. We both finished our drinks and his fidgeting got more obvious and so did mine. As my squirming got worse I noticed him watching me and decided to tease him and wanted him to tease me. I let out a moan and said that I really needed a wee. He smiled and said “I noticed”. I sat up and swung my legs out of the duvet and went to stand up when he hooked his arm around me and pulled me back down. He asked where I was going and I told him I was going to pee. He shook his head and said “No you’re not, not until I say you can”. My pussy tingled with arousal as he said exactly what I wanted to hear. I love it when he makes me hold. Being told I couldn’t pee suddenly seemed to make my desperation worse and I laid back down wiggling. I smiled when I saw the sheets moving and I knew his cock was getting hard as he watched me wiggle. He smiled and said “it's helping is this”. I looked at him puzzled and he said “I really need to pee too and being turned on makes it easier to hold”. Hearing him say he needed to pee made my arousal sky rocket. He winked at me and told me that I wasn’t allowed to pee until he had and I nodded in agreement. He looked at his watch and said “and I don’t think I will go pee until 12 o’clock. I looked at the time and it was just after quarter to 11. When I realised it was an hour and fifteen minutes until then I moaned in arousal. Knowing I would have to hold that long was a turn on but also knowing I would get to watch him in desperate need was a major turn on. We laid watching TV and the cup of coffee was starting to take effect on my bladder. By 11 o’clock I was busting for a pee and squirming like crazy. I was laid opening and closing my legs trying to ease the growing pressure on my pee hole. He had pulled the duvet off so he could watch my naked body squirming with desperation which was turning him on and I could not take my eyes of his hard throbbing cock knowing that he was feeling the same desperation I was. After 20 minutes my need had risen to a solid 9 and I was bursting for a wee. I could feel my bladder pushing on my pee hole and each wave of desperation that washed over me made me feel the pee right at the top of my pee hole wanting to escape. I was resisting the urge to hold myself until I really needed to which meant my legs were shaking and I was crossing and uncrossing them and opening and closing them rapidly trying anything to ease the pressure from my bladder. All the while I watched his desperation grow and watching his cock dance in desperation was driving me crazy. My bladder completely filled to the brim and it was getting harder and harder to keep control. Each wave that hit me was almost making me drip. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my pee hole which was now trembling under the pressure. I managed to keep it under control till just after half past 11 when a massive wave washed over me and a few drips came out. I moaned and pushed my finger against my pee hole trying to clamp it shut. He saw the drips and told me to hold on. I nodded and he moaned in desperation. Every so often he reached down and squeezed his cock and each time he did I felt my pussy throb with arousal which really didn’t help with trying to keep control. Now that I had started dripping it was so hard to stop them and despite pushing my fingers against my pussy I kept losing drips. Suddenly Matty gasped and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw little droplets of pee rolling down his cock. I couldn’t stop watching them. Each time he lost a drop it made me drip. We just laid there slowly dripping and edging close to losing control. After 10 minutes of desperately squirming and dripping he gasped and a leak came out of the tip of his cock. Watching that was too much and a wave hit me causing me to leak. The first leak made me so much more desperate and now they were coming fast and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop them. Every 10 seconds or so a leak trickled out past my fingers and I could feel a puddle forming on the bed underneath me. Matty was in the same situation and watching him leak was making me so wet with arousal I felt like I was going to cum. My leaks turned into spurts and each spurt made me feel like I was going to wet the bed. I looked at the time and saw we had just over ten minutes till 12 o’clock. I urged time to hurry up as I was so close weeing it was untrue. The pressure on my pee hole was so intense and she was starting to waver and kept on spurting. After a few spurts Matty gasped out loud and his cock shot up right and a jet of pee shot out. His right hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock and his left hand grabbed my right hand and squeezed. Despite pressing hard on my pee hole and rubbing her spurts kept escaping through my fingers. My legs were shaking like crazy and so were his. It was so hot laying there with both of us absolutely bursting for a wee and on the verge of an accident. Watching his cock dance in desperation and spurting every few seconds was almost making me cum. My spurts were getting bigger and it was all I could do not to pee. I was frantically trying to hold on a bit longer enjoying the wonderful moment. He kept checking his watch and moaning and urging 12 o’clock to come. A few minutes more was all I kept chanting to myself as I continued to spurt. My thighs and legs were soaked in pee and the bed was slowly getting wetter by the minute. Each wave of desperation that hit me felt like that was it. Each spurt felt like the last one but somehow I kept control. All my focus was on holding on and the wonderful intense sensations from my bladder. This meant I wasn’t paying attention the time. Suddenly Matty moaned out and said “oh thank god, 12 o’clock”. He went to move to stand up and spurted hard. He looked at me and said “I can’t move, I'm about to pee”. This turned me on and I nodded and told him I couldn’t either. He smirked and said “let's just hold as long we can then”. We both continued spurting and desperately doing everything we could not to pee. We did this for 5 minutes when Matty suddenly squeezed my hand and said “oh god I can’t wait, oh god”. I looked down and watched his cock dancing around in desperation and suddenly it shot upright and as he moaned out a huge fountain erupted from the tip and shot into the air. He let out a huge sigh of relief and I just watched in amazement at the sight of his strong stream. The feeling of his pee raining down all over me and the bed was amazing. I started spurting like crazy and then I felt it. I was about to lose all control, watching him pee was too much for my bladder. I felt pee rushing towards my pee hole and before I could do anything my pee hole burst open and a stream of pee shot across the bed. I moaned out as relief washed over me in waves. It felt incredible to release and I just watched as the stream gushed out of my pussy. I was on the verge of exploding with orgasm just from the immense feeling of relief when suddenly Matty’s hand shot between my legs into the path of my stream. His fingers made contact with my pussy and he started rubbing my clit. It only took a few strokes of his fingers and I gripped his arm and screamed in ecstasy as he made me cum and pleasure coursed through me. The feeling of cumming and peeing at the same time was pure heaven and I could only lay there and succumb to the feeling. When I finally finished peeing and my orgasm died down I collapsed onto the bed shaking and trembling. Matty also finished peeing we just laid there enjoying the wonderful feelings of relief. We spent the next hour enjoying our pee soaked bodies and making each other cum until we eventually got up and showered and got cleaned up. Needless to say we certainly enjoyed our lazy morning.
  9. So this occurred to me in second grade. This was on one of the occasions where in I had run out of diapers, and but fortunately, it was a free dress day. I had finished off my last diaper after arriving at school, and after changing out of it, hadnt used the bathroom since that diaper. Now flash forward to recess, which was about ten o'clock. I had finished the quesedilla and soda my mom had brought for me. By this point, the slight twinge I had in my bladder from earlier in the morning had grown a bit, but I was confident I could hold it in. I had also grown a need to poop. Putting that off, I went off to go play in the courtyard area designated for us, though we could go talk to the third graders as their area was right next to ours. Our teacher, Mrs. Shales, was monitoring us. By about halfway in, I was pretty desperate, crossing my legs together and trying to think dry. Normally, I'd be fine with just sitting back and letting go, but without the confines of a diaper, I was somewhat afraid my classmates would notice the puddle growing underneath me. A little while after, I got up, told the teacher I was going to the bathroom, and dashed in. Seeing the urinals were all in use, I went into the stall. But just as I stepped in front of the toilet, my 2nd grade bladder released, soaking the front of my pants. Thankfully, they were already dark in color, and frankly, I didn't care, I just felt relief. After my flow ended, I slid my pants down, pooped into the toilet, flushed, washed my hands, and left.
  10. I just purchased new gray cotton briefs. what better time to christen them. I wanted to stand in front of the toilet very desperate and try to hold in my pee. I had to pee a lot when I got up at 6AM . Three and a half hours later my bladder and penis hurt * See Live Action Omorashi* As I was getting ready I had to hold myself, despite my determination not to as my pee was about to come out instantly. When I remove my hand you can see I leaked a bit anyway, creating a small wet spot. I tried to hold it using just my sphincter. I thought I would leak and spurt a bit for a while, creating a slowly growing wetspot . But I started peeing uncontrollably in a weak steady stream. Weak stream that I tried but could not stop 40 seconds, hard peeing for another 40 Unable to stop it I just let go peeing hard, with most of it going straight through the front of my fabric. As a result. my briefs didn't get that wet, most of it because I kept moving myself around trying to make a small wet spot and stopping for a bit. I had to go so bad I couldn't do it. MOV02739.AVI
  11. I'd been doing a long hold tonight. Started with a few cups of tea before dinner followed by a steady pint of water every half hour for the last three hours whilst I'd been re-watching the first 3 episodes of season 6 of Game of Thrones. It'd got to the point where I'm now a very definite 9 on the need-to-pee scale. I poured myself another pint of water yet in all honesty I didn't know how much longer I can hold on. I was squirming around like mad and desperately grabbing hold of my cock at every opportunity. I had the feeling that it wouldn't be very long before I ended up totally peeing myself in my boxers and chinos! Well in the end I just couldn't hold it anymore and I ended up having a massive wetting in my boxers and chinos as my poor bulging bladder couldn't take anymore and I ended up having a much needed release totally wetting myself and making a large and loud pissy puddle underneath me! I managed to take some pictures of my "accident" as I lost control and completely flooded myself. What a mess! I'm now sitting at my PC drenched in my own pee, cold and soaking yet it's what I deserve for thinking I could hold on for so long! Even as I type this I can feel the need to go yet again (testament to huge amount of liquids I consumed tonight), I think the only suitable punishment is to peel off my sopping chinos and pull my pyjama trousers over my soaked boxers and climb into bed knowing full well that I'll probably awake to having peed the bed when my aching bladder gives up during the night
  12. Soulbringer

    Male Desperate on business

    So I haven't been on here for a while. Been really busy at work. Anyway this is a story about a recent business trip I had. I was travelling from Wales to Bristol airport. Before I had left a drank a large cup of coffee and a bottle of water. I jumped into the hire car and began my 3 hour drive. The first hour was pretty uneventful, but as I came close to Cardiff, my bladder began to twinge. I looked for a service stop and the closest was around 16 miles away. I thought that's not a problem and drove on. Coming up on the service exit I was getting a little desperate but not to bad. I didn't want to stop as I prefer to do journeys in one go. So I drove on, sure there will be more on the way I thought. The satnav said I was around an hour from the airport. I've held for longer I thought and on I plowed. Half an hour later I realised that I should have stopped. Waves of desperation were hitting me, I can't leak in the rental car I thought and began looking for an exit. None appeared. 30 minutes I thought I can do this. The satnav told me to take the next exit, strange I thought as the sign for the airport was telling me to go straight. But it has never let me down before and off I turned. It proceeded to take me along the smallest, bumpiest roads I have ever seen, every bump brought me to the edge of wetting. My hand continually on my crotch in a vain attempt to hold back the flow should it escape. Thankfully my satnav had not failed me, it had avoided all of the Bristol traffic and allowed me to reach the airport quicker than I thought it would. I pulled the hire car up to the depot and slowly got out of the car. A rep approached and asked if all was okay. I replied that the car was great and thanked him. I handed the keys over and took my phone out until he had gone away, afraid to move for fear of wetting myself. As he left I slowly made my way to the airport, trying to look casual, hand in my pocket grabbing myself. I felt a spurt as I went up the steps. Oh god I thought. Not yet not yet. My hand was damp. I quickly looked down to see if anything was visible. Luckily my boxers had absorbed any mess that could have been seen. Onward I struggled. I reached the doors and desperately looked for the toilets. I saw them and made my way there. Another spurt. This was not going well. My hand was quite wet at this stage, my boxers still containing the wetness but not for long. I quickly opened a cubical door and unzipped my jeans, pee began to leak out. I threw myself on to the toilet completely forgetting to remove my boxers. Pee gushed out and filled my boxers before they released the pee into the toilet. I sat there, in an airport toilet, completely soaking my boxers. My penis started to rise. My hand was already covered in pee so I slowly rubbed my hard cock through my warm, soaked boxers. Pee was still trickling out, running down my shaft and dripping from my balls. The orgasm did not take long to come. Cum mixed with pee in my boxers. I sat there breathing heavily. Awareness came to me of what I had done and where I had done it. I began the process of cleaning myself, I took some wipes from my bag and began to clean myself down. I wrapped my boxers in tissue and pulled my jeans up. I listened outside until I thought it was clear, and quickly exited the cubical and dumped the boxers into the bin. Washed my hands and left the toilet. Never did this in a public place before. It was quite a lot of fun. I'm away on business to London this week and I hope to have fun like this again. I will let you all know how it goes. Maybe there will be photos next time. I hope you all enjoyed my sharing of this experience.
  13. consch

    Dark Smiles

    Dark Smiles The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously. It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.” It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy. Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in. For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register. The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him. “Have you been here before?” the man asked. “No,” Kevin answered. “Do you know much about this place?” “Only what I can guess based on the sign.” “Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?” “Sure.” “The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?” “No.” “Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?” “Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?” “Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?” “Not that I can think of.” “You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?” “Sure.” The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around. The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?” “I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere. “Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?” “Sure.” “Do you know your shoe size?” “Nine.” “Do you care what color?” “How about purple?” The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!” Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club. There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!” “Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked. “Yes,” Kevin said. “Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.” Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?” “Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman. The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place. The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand. “Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it. A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin. “Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked. “Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar. While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple. The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said. Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.” “You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?” “That’s right,” Wanda said. “Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice. “I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?” “Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?” “We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.” As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?” Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.” “Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.” In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.” Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently. “Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.” “Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely. “Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.” “Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling. The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach. “What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?” Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?” Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily. Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice. “Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded. “Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.” “You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?” Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him. Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®. “You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling. Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit. No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands. When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?” “Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen. Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away. “Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!” “Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.” “Yes, of course,” Debbie said. “I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said. “So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.” A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers. “I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin. “Absolutely,” Kevin answered. “We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.” “Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise. “Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.” Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly. “They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently. “I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.” “We won’t,” Debbie said. “So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?” Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.” “Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.” “Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him. Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?” Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry. Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily. “Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?” “Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it. Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?” “No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said. “Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?” The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her. Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry. Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?” Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.” “That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.” Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably. “Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives. It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?” Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit. “Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control. Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.” Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself. As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet. When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did. Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom. As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin. “Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?” “Yes,” Kevin said. “Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?” “Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.” “You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.” “Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table. As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?” “I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.” “Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.” “I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.” “That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.” “Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed. Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited. The End
  14. Hi once again everyone! I know that I said in my last post that I'd share some of the desperation experiences that my girlfriend Shruthi underwent back in college. However, before that, I thought I would share one other experience that I witnessed. In this case, as it was merely a friend of mine and not a girlfriend, I felt less guilty and more aroused by the entire ordeal. This happened quite a while back, when I was in my ISE 1st year (The equivalent of As-Levels or 11th grade abroad). At this point Shruthi (my current girlfriend) and I studied in the same school in Tumkur, Karnataka ( A state) I was around 17, as was Shruthi, who, at the time, was just a girl who I had a crush on. It all started after our mid-year dance. This was a party of sorts, normally thrown by the school in the evening in a relatively inexpensive hotel. Drinking was strictly prohibited, but it's really not that easy to keep a group of 80 odd High schoolers sober when out at night. Needless to say, booze was abundant. Keturah, a short, slim, and relatively fair girl from Tamil Nadu (Another state, just south of Karnataka), was one of my classmates. Having been promoted by a year she was younger than everyone else and was an extremely decent girl, studious and serious, never once having touched alcohol in her life (or so she told all of us). As I was also quite a studious person, we had become quite good friends, visiting each other's houses from time to time to revise and study. At the dance I noticed Keturah standing alone in a corner, wearing her saree (traditional Indian Clothing item), and sipping from a glass of beer. I went over and engaged her in conversation. She quickly hid the beer and responded to me. We talked for quite some time and each had a few more drinks (albeit her's being drunk only when I turned the other way), before the party came to an end. Having drank quite a lot, I excused myself to the washroom, relieved myself and returned to find Keturah having yet another drink poured for her by a friend. Not wanting to have the corruption of such a decent girl on my hands, I hurried her away to the door and began talking to her once again. By this point, the music had stopped completely, the lights had come back on and everyone was making a long line for the doors. I bid her farewell and was just about to leave when I remembered a textbook that I had left in her flat. Upon reminding her about it, she told me to come back to her place now and get the book. As it was late and I was not sure what her parents would think about a teenage boy coming to visit their daughter late at night I asked her if she was sure that it was fine, to which she told me that everything was good as her parents were staying with her grandparents for the week and she had the house to herself. I smiled and took her up on her offer. We left the hall, stopped a passing auto rickshaw and hopped in as it sped off towards her house. We reached there in under 10 minutes, despite the distance being quite far, as there was very little traffic at this time of night. By the time that we arrived at her house, my bladder felt uncomfortably full from all the drinks that I had had. She led me up to her flat, a small pink 2BHK ( two bedroom house with kitchen) flat, on the sixth floor of the building. The moment I entered I asked her, without trying to sound odd, where the bathroom was. She gestured to a room in the bedroom on the left. I rushed inside, shut the door, and hastily relieved myself. Returning from the bathroom I entered her room, a smaller bedroom to the right of the flat, and began searching for the missing textbook. As I looked, we talked a lot. She told me about her sister who was in college, carpentry work that was going on in the flat, and other school gossip. As it was getting quite hot and stuffy inside of the room, I let open a small window in the corner of the room. As the house was on the sixth floor, the breeze was quite strong and the bedroom door, open until now, slammed shut with a deafening thud. Keturah spun around, and upon seeing the shut door almost shouted, "SHIT!!" "What's wrong?", I asked her, "None of the doors in the flat have doorknobs right now!!", she said, sounding annoyed and upset, " The carpenters removed them all last week to have the locks put in." "Shit....", I said, "So what do we do now? Should we call your parents, they must have a spare key to the flat." "And have them see me locked inside of a room with a strange boy!!??", she almost screamed. "What if we call your friends from hostel. Priyanka must have a key.", I suggested. "It's too late now, their curfew ended an hour back..., we'll just have to call them in the morning", she said, still sad but seemingly relieved. "I guess you'll have to stay the night here..." "Oh. Alright", I replied. "That's cool with me.." Keturah was far more relaxed at this point of time. She texted Priyanka who, while laughing at her situation, agreed to come by as early as possible tomorrow morning and open the flat. Keturah sat on the edge of the bed next to me and we began to talk. We talked for almost an hour, truly enjoying each other's company. Keturah had showed me a quarter of vodka that she stored in her room "In case of emergencies", she said. Mixing it with a large bottle of sprite she had in her cupboard, we had made quite a potent cocktail in the bottle, which we kept passing back and forth and finished within the first 40 minutes. Keturah, now quite tipsy, began to look uneasy. Upon inquiring as to what the problem was, she replied "Oh it's Nothing really, this saree is really uncomfortable, it's getting on my nerves.... that and......well, I would kill for a bathroom right about now", she added with a drunk giggle. I laughed politely and replied, "Then go right?", gesturing to the door at the end of her bedroom. "Oh that",she said, " No.. That's my walk in closet, the only bathroom is in the other bedroom" With those words I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I thought that was a bathroom up until now", I replied. "No", she said sadly, "Although if this gets much worse we may have to use it as one", she said jokingly, breaking out into another set of giggles. An hour and a couple shots later ( she really had a SHITLOAD of booze hidden in her room ), the smiles vanished and were replaced by looks of genuine worry and concern. Keturah's hands were placed in her lap and she was bend forward, such that the angle between her torso and her legs was about 45 degrees. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and she was rocking back and forth slowly. Surprisingly though, she was still talking. "So how is your exam preparation going?", she asked me, gently rocking back and forth on the bed. I answered and as I did I could see that my exam preparation was the furthest thing from her mind as she watched me intently, biting her lower lip, and pressing down on her crotch area so hard that her knuckles turned white. An awkward silence filled the room for a minute or so, broken only by the sound of the bed squeaking as Keturah jiggled around anxiously. I opened my mouth to say something but just as the words "Hey" escaped my lips, she said the same thing. "Sorry", I said, "You first." "No,no, it's okay... you tell me.. what were you going to say?", she said in a strained voice. "Uh.. okay", I continued,"Well I was wondering if well.... seeing as we get along so well and all, I thought that maybe we could, well......". My words trailed off as I felt embarrassed. "We could what?", Keturah said, obviously anxious for me to finish talking. "Well.. I thought that maybe we could, you know...". With that I slowly leaned in towards her, till my face was mere inches away from hers. I continued to lean in until our lips touched. My arms gently touched her sides and caressed her back, pulling her closer in towards me. Her mouth opened and we began to truly and passionately kiss. This went on for about a minute when suddenly she snapped back, sat straight up with a aghast and shocked look on her face and said, "Hey look, I'm really sorry. This, this is great, but there's just some things I've gotta take care of first....", she said, sneaking a furtive glance at the walk in closet. "Can't it wait", I said, leaning back in. "No babe, I'm really sorry but I've just really got to do something. Just hold on a minute, I'll be right back", Keturah said as she stood up and awkwardly wobbled over to the closet door, one hand over her crotch,"Oh and by the way..", she said, turning around to face me, "Please don't judge me, I wouldn't do this unless it was truly an emergency", and with that she gave the closet door a shove. It did not budge. She pushed it one more time. Nothing happened. I came and pushed on the door with all my might but it did not budge an inch. It must have been firmly locked by the carpenters (for reasons that I still cannot fathom). Keturah appeared to be close to tears now, there was nothing that she could do now other than bide time. She led out a loud sob. I reached out and gave her a warm hug, arms slowly moving down her sides and onto her ass as her head lifted and our lips met once again. As we embraced, I could feel her trembling. I slid one hand down the front of her saree and moving down past the pubic area, I could feel an unmistakable wet spot on the area right between her legs. It was at this point that I knew that she really wasn't playing around or overacting. I pulled my hand out and asked her in a soft voice: "Keturah, are you okay?" "No."She replied sobbing. "When's the last time that you....you know, went?" I inquired, "About an hour before the party started", she cried. Suddenly she let out a shrill squeak, placed both her hands over her mouth and lept backwards, away from me. "Is everything okay", I asked? Knowing full well that it was not. She didn't say a single word, instead looking down with shame at the marble tile floor that lay between us,the area on which she had stood only a second ago, her hands now firmly clasped to crotch. Following her eyes I looked at the floor and saw a few small yet unmistakable drops of liquid. I slowly looked back at her, trembling, sobbing, her Kajol (Indian form of eyeliner) smudged, and squeezing the saree above her crotch. "I'm sorry....", she sobbed, in a voice barely above a whisper, "I just really can't hold it...", she gasped yet again and began to walk towards the other side of the room, in as composed a manner as she could. Looking at the ground behind her as she walked, I could see quite a few more drops of piss rolling off her calf and onto the floor. I knew that she wouldn't be able to hold it more than a minute, and so I asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help??" Her female instincts and decency being washed away by the waves of desperation and the prospect of far greater inevitable embarrassment, she replied between sobs and while rapidly pacing the ground in front of the door: "If you don't mind....do you think you could help me take off this annoying thing", gesturing at her saree. Before I proceed, let me just clarify one issue for the non-Indian readers. A saree is a piece of clothing comprising of only one piece of cloth. It's really difficult to put on and to take off. Most of the time another lady helps with these. Older woman (30+) who are married and who have to wear the saree on a regular basis are accustomed to both wearing and removing it but the school and college going girls who wear it only on certain occasions, are quite clueless about how to do either. I walked over towards her, took one end of her pink saree in my hands and began to slowly unravel it, asking her to turn around slowly as I removed it. Suddenly Keturah doubled over, both hands shooting to her crotch and a sharp hiss, so sudden, short-lived and violently strong that it sounded almost like a splat, cut through the air, followed almost instantly by a loud sob from Keturah. "Hurry up!!", Keturah moaned between sobs, " I really can't control it anymore!!", she whimpered. Not wanting to put her through any more embarrassment, I began pulling the saree cloth quicker, forcing Keturah to twirl around as it unraveled. As I reached the end of the saree, the part that is usually worn on the lower half of the body, I noticed that it was quite damp and at some points even saturated. Within a matter of seconds, I finished removing the saree, leaving Keturah standing in front of me in a blouse and a pair of more than damp purple panties. Her legs were tightly pressed together, not even a small gap remained, one hand jammed between her thighs and the other covering her crotch region from view, in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity she thought she had left. Suddenly Keturah doubled over yet again as another sharp hiss cut through the air. Her piss hit the floor with such force that it splattered, drops getting on my feet. "Turn Around!!", she cried as she reached for the garbage can next to her bed and pulled it towards her. But, try as I might, I just couldn't look away from the spectacle of this hot young girl in nothing but her underwear losing control by the second. All of a sudden Keturah let out a loud gasp as she keeled over. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and she put one hand over her mouth, stifling a sob. Knowing full well what was going to happen but not wanting to cause her more unnecessary embarrassment, I turned around. To my luck there was a mirror in the corner of the room, through which I continued to observe. Sure enough, the sharp hiss and splatter of a thick stream of piss hitting the floor hard filled my ears. The only difference was however, that this time, the stream showed now signs of subsiding. That confirmed my suspicions about Keturah's face. She had finally lost all control and there was no going back. Looking into the mirror, I observed the action in real-time. Tears streaming down her cheeks and piss flowing down her thighs, Keturah, having already pulled the small garbage can (about 4 inches by 5 inches in size) beneath her, in a single deft move, yanked down her saturated purple panties to her knees, giving me a clear view of her thick black pubic hair, and sat on the garbage can. Immediately the sound changed. As the garbage container filled, I heard a far too audible sigh of relief from Keturah. I turned around, unable to resist the temptation. The garbage can was hardly visible, dwarfed underneath her shapely yet still quite large black ass. Her thighs were kept as close together as possible, so as to prevent any leakage. Between her knees was suspended a dripping pair of underwear, and her calves seemed to branch out in opposite directions. The ground around her was looking as if it had just drizzled, droplets and small puddles of piss lay almost everywhere. After about a minute, Keturah finished, the stream intensity gradually dying down to a halt. An embarrassed whisper cut through the awkward silence "Could you pass a paper from over there...", she said, pointing to her bookshelf (by this point she knew full well that I was watching but didn't seem to really care anymore, perhaps knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. We were trapped in a room together after all). I walked over to the bookshelf which lay near the walk in closet, grabbed a loose sheet of paper and handed it to her, while trying to look the other way. Keturah took it, used it to wipe off her smudged Kajol (eyeliner) from her eyes, then turned it around, ran it between her legs once, and dropped it into the garbage can. She gingerly removed her panties, threw them into a corner near the door and stood up. She lunged for the saree lying on the bed and wrapped it around her lower body, tying it with a loose knot. She pushed the near-full garbage can to a small corner of her room, next to the main door, came back to the bed and lay down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I didn't ask her to help me clean the floor. At the same time, for fear of offending her, I was too afraid to clean the floor myself, so I pretended as if nothing had happened and crawled into bed next to her. The next morning, Priyanka opened the door and was openly and visibly taken aback by the smell. Keturah gave her a fierce and intimidating glare, just DARING her to make one snide comment about it. Priyanka said nothing and left just as I ran to the bathroom in the other bedroom and relieved myself. I never thought that I would be able to make it through the entire night without a single piss but surprisingly I did. Keturah and me are on good terms now. We still hang out from time to time (when she comes to Madurai), but we have not once said anything about that incident till date. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please give me any feedback and tell me whether or not you are enjoying these stories and if I should continue narrating my experiences. Also anyone with any sightings or experiences with Indian women desperation please post. It seems to me that even though there are so many incidents happening and being witnessed on a daily basis, very few people take the time to post them. Please do so as it would mean a lot to me and I'm sure many others too. Thank you
  15. It starts at the LAST 3:30 of the episode below. So Buster and Babs and the gang face off in an old west world against gang of coyote cowboys. I’m like 80% sure the coyotes have to piss because what else could it be? They are fed chilli, then so hot they drink lots of water and then they are danced around faster and faster so liquids going through them. The coyotes then run into restroom outhouse. So they have to pee right?.....if not then what?
  16. Yeah guys! I did it. Even though i said before that i still live with my parents, well they were SLEEPING when this happened. What happened actually? It was around 19:10, when i started drinking almost half of bottle of water(which has 0,5 l) and I was waiting for another drinking for almost 50 minutes. I drank all the water and I went to the kitchen to refill another 0,5 l bottle and around 20:10 I drank another half of it. After 15 minutes I started to feel something in my bladder, on a scale of 3/10. I decided to change my pants with another pair of trackpants. Since there is a Live Omorashi, i decided to share my desperation with anyone lived on that topic. Then i had another idea: "playing" a little game of holding. This time the scale increased to 8 or 9/10. While holding for 30 minutes(it was 21:15 i guess), i asked for permission(because that was my point of the game:holding and receiving permission for pee). And to my surprise someone said "not yet". It looked liked i was unlucky, i stayed sitting on my chair fidgeting and squirming like crazy and breathing deeply. I tried to hold my crotch with my both hands for 10 minutes. After that, i asked one more time for permission and again the answer was still "no" and that means "you don't go anywhere" please remain seated. I got up and i walked around the room and started to cross my legs and lay on my bed till i sit down on the floor breathing very deeply and squirming like my bladder was going to explode. For the remaining time, I stayed fidgeting in my chair until i can get permission but i was unlucky again. Their answers were still: no, not yet, why we should let you go pee etc. So i gave up asking and i considered myself losing the game. I stayed for another 5 minutes until the clock shows: 22:20. So i went to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with my pants still on so i just let it go. It was a very good relief. I could feel that my pee was so warm and also vapors were coming out. Yes, i said vapors. Then i suddenly stopped peeing and get up into the tub and this time my pee was going down my legs. It felt soooooooooo good. After finishig, i decided to take a shower and wash my pants and also my underwear with soapy water. Oh i forgot that i felt i still have urine left inside my bladder after i took shower. As i said in my earlier topics, I like to be denied to use the toilet only if I'm in a good place. Here are the pictures after the ''accident'':
  17. once there was a video, where a guy desperately tries to hold-in his pee at his desk (I think next to his computer), he placed tissues in the inside of his jeans (or wrapped it around his genital or was holding it at the tip of it) while pee soaks into it. the viewer could see his genital I think, but I'm not sure, if he was hard or not ...or if text was visible during this video. I also don't know the length of the video in general, but I think it was recorded in different angles, but I'm not completely sure about it either. I think this video could be shorter than 10 minutes and it was a more common page, where videos can be found. it looks like made by a guy who isn't a (porn)-star. this guy's first-language could be maybe german or english, I'm not sure which language was spoken (or if something was spoken within the video at all), but maybe the language was english and the guy's skin looks like he could be from europe. I think he didn't cum in his video and I'm not sure about his pee-fluid's colour. I only remember the scene of him being at the desk, he seems to be alone in his room, I'm not sure, if he's holding the camera by himself or someone else is recording him, but it seems like made on purpose. it's not a diaper-video and I'm not sure, but I think that he was wearing underwear. his jeans could be dark-blue, I'm not sure, if he was wearing a shirt. maybe there were also other scenes included, but I think that it was no video-preview only, it was the whole video instead. this guy's age could maybe be younger than 30 years old, at leat when looking at his skin and it looks young too. I think next to moaning, I can remember whispering like "I can't hold it" or "I can't stop it" or something like that. this guy was sitting on a chair next to the mentioned desk. sadly I don't find this video again, but it was great. I think the face wasn't revealed, it was recorded like how the person would see it. I think that the audio was something like listening to this guy's desperate moaning. do someone of you know if this video still exist online or which user uploaded it? I hope that these information lets someone know which video I was looking for and maybe knows it and knows closer details about it? thanks so far for helping and it don't need to be the exact file as attachment or the link to the guy's online-channel, maybe just tags or the page's name where to find it (even without a link, just the name).
  18. "When the time was up, someone has come in front of me. It was the stewardess (female steward) and asked me: her: Sir, why did you get up? Please, come back to your seat. me: Miss, I have to pee really bad. I promise i will come back really quick and stay in my seat with the seatbelts on. Can i go?" her: No sir. you have to stay on your seat till the turbulence is gone and the seatbelts sign is off! me: I have to use the bathroom first! her: NO! Sit down! After this, I was feeling like that i was still at school and the stewardess is like a teacher. I had no choice so i sat down like I was told. But i also noticed that the stewardess was sitting next to me: me: What are you doing? her: I want to make sure if you want to get up so I will keep an eye on you! I can't believe what i've just heard. I was suffering in my seat but in same time i felt aroused by being denied to go pee. But it was too risky for me to wet myself in public, even near the stewardess. I was really bursting, i couldn't take this torture anymore. I was leaning forwards and squeezing my penis very tightly to avoid the wetness. I put my hands in my thighs and stayed upright with my back against the chair. Then i rubbed my legs and tapped them but it wasn't very good. My urge had icreased much more after 10 minutes. I stayed with my legs unspreaded and holding my crotch with my hands and then i noticed the stewardess looking at me for one second and quickly she turned around. For the next 30 minutes, i repositioned my body so many times, i put my right leg over the left one and i keep repositioning my body as long as i feel uncomfortable. That was like a torture mixed with pleasure since i like being desperate and being denied to relieve myself but i don't like the wetting part when I'm in public. I do it if i'm alone. I can feel the turbulence so it makes pee more because it puts more pressure in my bladder. I trembled my right leg like crazy i couldn't hold it any longer. I tried one more time to ask her: her: I told you to sit down! me: Please i really really have to pee. I can't hold it anymore. I will pee my pants. her: The seatbelts sign is still on so you're still not going anywhere. me: But is really an emergency! her: Go back to your seat! OK! I still had no choice but just suffering here and wait for the plane to land at destination cause the sign won't turn off till plane lands. I moaned everytime when i trembled my legs like crazy and keep holding my crotch and I keep doing the next things in a order for 30 m until something happened(stay tune):1.rubbing my legs 2.tapping them 3.squeezing my penis 4.putting my hands in my crotch 5.repositioning my body until i saw her(stewardess) giggling and i ask her why is she laughing: her: you're so funny and cute when you have to pee. me: what?(confused) her: looks like someone is gonna pee themselves. her: are you ticklish? me: no, i'm not! her: I bet you are. END OF PART 2. NEXT PART COMING SOON
  19. NOTE! The following story is NOT real! After three weeks of boredom, I decided to fly with the plane to New York. Because is one of the biggest cities in the world and also I would like to travel. I put in my backpack some snacks and soda cans and my clothes in the suitcase and before to leave, I checked first to see if I forgot something. I'm also very obsessed with the checking thing. I left the house and headed to the airport. I was waiting for the people in front of me to get in the plane till I can get in too. There are a lot of people here in this plane, looks like evrybody wants to travel. I took my seat, it was a bit warm inside, so I was very thirsty afterwards. I opened a soda can and started to drink it. I was also hungry and i opened a bag of chips, they were so salty, so it makes me more thirsty. So I opened another soda can till i felt better. But I realized i forgot to pee before I can fly. But it wasn't that bad since I didn't feel anything and also there is a toilet like in any other places but you can get up only if the fasten seatbelts isn't on and if there's no turbulence. I guess the chances are very rare, so I wasn't very worried at all. And also i realized the toilet is just 15 feet away from me. After a half an hour I finished eating and drinking and I stay relaxed in my seat. I wanted to do a game: if the urge to pee will increase and I can't hold it anymore I will wait for another 15 minutes until is time for a pee break. So I stayed in my seat without thinking about my urge. I looked through the window to ged rid of boredom. I started to feel a little pain in my bladder. But I didn't want to get up cause i kept going with my game. I also like to hold it or being very desperate until I feel I can't contol it and I will head to the bathroom as long as possible. For another 40 minutes I felt like that in my bladder is a half of urine. From now on I began to fidget in my seat and put my hands in my crotch and squeezing my penis. 15 minutes later, my bladder is already filled up but I kept going with my game: I will stay here for another 15 minutes until i can go to the loo. So i hold my crotch for the rest of the time and also I started to tap my feet on the floor and tap my hands on my thighs. But guess what happened next, I heard a sound. Looks like the seatbelts sign was on. I started to worry in that moment and also because my game ''forbids'' me to go pee cause there were just 5 minutes left. So i stood up till it comes the time. I checked the plane to see if someone's coming but...... When the time was up, someone has come in front of me. It was the stewardess (female steward) and asked me: her: Sir, why did you get up? Please, come back to your seat. me: Miss, I have to pee really bad. I promise i will come back really quick and stay in my seat with the seatbelts on. Can i go? WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HER ANSWER? THE SECOND PART IS COMING SOON!!!
  20. bazinga

    female Family Over Friends

    I’m back with a fic that I am actually quite proud of! It’s long and very plot heavy - I love angst, so be prepared for a lot of that. Trigger warning for cursing, fights, recreational drug use (teenagers), underage drinking, brief descriptions of violence, past child abuse, and the like. I know it sounds really angsty and heavy now, but I promise you that my stories usually get worse before they get better! Just remember that they do get better. Trust me. I’ll stop rambling now. Enjoy! x ✧✧✧ “911, what’s your emergency?” “...” “...Hello?” “...” “We’re sending an officer to your location right now. Please stay on the line.” Despite what the 911 operator says, sixteen year old Elliot shakes his head and hangs up. He can hear faint screams and sirens from the distance, so he does what he does best. He runs. // SIX HOURS EARLIER Sent to: Ollie ollie can u buy more of my medicine? I only have enough for this week Sent to: Elliot Of course, squirt. What time are you gonna be home? Sent to: Ollie idk probably around 4:30 some seniors said they wanted to see me Sent to: Elliot Seniors? El, is everything okay? Sent to: Ollie yeah haha don’t worry about it Sixteen-year old Elliot Anderson slips his phone in his pocket, ignoring the constant buzzing as his older brother continues to text him incessantly. He walks down the hall towards the cafeteria, whistling quietly to calm his nerves. Classes finished about an hour ago, but one of the older, popular seniors had bumped into him in the bathroom, saying that they needed to talk after classes. The senior, Seth, had smiled at him and reassured him that it was nothing serious, and that he should come to the cafeteria when his last period was over. Elliot nodded and scurried away as fast as possible, biting his nails as his brain made up different possibilities to why a senior would want to see him, out of all people. Shrugging his nerves off and actually feeling a little bit excited, Elliot waited for the bell to ring and now found himself walking to meet Seth again. As soon as he steps into the cafeteria, he sees Seth grin. “Hey, over here!” Seth calls out, waving him over. Elliot smiles shyly and tightens his grip on his bag, silently quickening his step. “Hi,” Elliot mumbles. “Um, you said that you wanted to see me?” “Yeah. So I’m gonna get straight to the point – I’m hosting a party later tonight, and I want you to come.” Elliot blinks. Me? He thinks, wondering why Seth would invite him out of all people. “Um…” “I know, I’m sorry if I sound creepy,” the older boy chuckles. “It’s just that most of us seniors just got accepted into colleges, and we wanna make the most out of the last few weeks we have together,” “But I’m not a senior,” Elliot pouts, feeling a little bit confused. “Why am I invited?” “Cause you’re cool, man,” Seth laughs, playfully hitting his shoulder. Elliot winces. “And, you aren’t the only sophomore invited. You won’t be out of place or anything, I’ll be with you the whole time. I can even introduce you to a couple hot chicks from the school downtown.” Elliot blushes and looks down, hiding his smile. He actually felt flattered that he was being invited out for once. “Can you give me the address? I’ll ask my brother later.” “Sure, man. Hope to see you there!” Seth smiles, grabbing Elliot’s phone and writing down his address on the notes application. Elliot thanks him and then leaves, picking up his pace and running home as soon as he is out of the campus. He gets home five minutes later, basically collapsing on the couch and breathing heavily. “I’m home!” He calls out. Elliot’s older brother, Oliver, comes downstairs and sighs when he sees how exhausted and sweaty his little brother is. “Did you run home again?” He asks rhetorically, stepping into the kitchen. “Yeah,” Elliot breathes out. “But hey! I got invited to a party!” “A party?” Oliver frowns, peeking out of the kitchen. He eventually comes out and hands Elliot a glass of water. “Yeah,” Elliot shrugs, sitting down and taking a sip. “Some guy named Seth invited me.” “Do you know him? Elliot, this sounds a bit sketchy…” “We have algebra together,” Elliot explains. “He sits behind me.” “But do you actually know him?” Oliver repeats, giving Elliot a stern look. “I don’t want you to be there alone.” “Ollie, I’ll be fine,” Elliot groans dramatically. “Besides, I’m not the only sophomore going. Plus, didn’t you say you wanted me to make new friends?” “I know I did, but I’m just not sure if a party is the best place to make long lasting friendships.” “Ollie,” Elliot whines, sounding very much like a child. “Please, I actually really wanna go.” “Since when were you into parties, huh?” Oliver chuckles. “You’re mean,” Elliot sticks his tongue out, leaning on his older brother. “Look, you can even pick me up at 11 or something. I just wanna check it out.” “Okay, I will,” Oliver decides, his mood becoming more serious. “Have you taken your medicine today?” Elliot blushes and nods slowly. “But I just ran out. I told you-” “Are you sure you feel up to socializing with a bunch of older people?” “Yes, I’m gonna be fine,” Elliot sighs, feeling irritable. “I’m 16, Ollie. I can take care of myself.” “I know you can. I just worry.” “You worry too much,” he mumbles. “Just let me do my own thing, and I’ll be fine.” // “Hey guys, the little one made it!” Elliot smiles nervously, looking around the house. The music is blaring from the speakers and suddenly he wants to run back outside and chase after Oliver’s car. Shaking the thought out of his head, he smiles tightly. “Um, h-hi,” “Hey little dude,” an older girl, clearly intoxicated, grins at him and leans closer, bringing her lips to his ears. “You’re the one who can hook us up, right?” Elliot’s smile drops almost as quickly as it came. Hook them up? With what? “Sandra, shut up,” Seth chuckles, pulling her away from Elliot and wrapping his own arm around him before dropping his voice to a low whisper. “But yeah, this is our man. I’ve seen him pop pills several time in the school bathrooms.” Elliot’s face pales. Seth had seen him taking his medicine? And he thought they were drugs? “Seth, I don’t think you—” Seth’s grip on Elliot’s shoulder tightens painfully, making the young teenager whimper in surprise. The older kids surrounding him are suddenly looking at him with such judgmental eyes and he feels his heartbeat rise. “Seth,” he whispers, looking up at the taller boy. “That hurts.” Seth forces a fake smile in his direction before he lets go and leaves. “Sorry, kid. Stay here. I’ll go grab you a drink.” “I’ll go with you,” an older boy says, following after Seth. The atmosphere has clearly changed. Elliot shyly looks up at the group of teenagers around him and quickly looks back down. Sandra leans closer to him again and he flinches away. “So, kid, what type of pills were Seth talking about?” Elliot gulps. “Oh, um… I don’t think it’s the type you usually-” “Not the type?” Another guy speaks up, looking at Elliot in an extremely intimidating manner. “What type are they, then? Do you just not wanna share ‘em with us?” “N-no, that’s not it at all,” Elliot says nervously, wringing his hands together. “I’m uh, actually diagnosed with—” “What’s going on?” Seth appears, handing Elliot a drink. Everyone shrugs and goes back to what they’re doing, except for the guy who was just threatening him. Elliot is thankful for the distraction, so he quickly takes a big gulp of whatever drink was given him and chokes it down. It tastes horrible. It burns his throat. “Finish that,” Sandra speaks up as they start walking away, giving him a wink. “Come find us when you’re ready to share your loot.” Elliot looks up at Seth, confused. “Are you going with them?” He asks, eyes wide. “Yeah,” Seth replies, turning around. “Wanna come?” Elliot gulps and his eyes follow the path that the older seniors are following. It’s dark and it smells like alcohol. He looks down and shakes his head, feeling hurt that Seth just broke his promise. “Suit yourself,” Seth shrugs, and Elliot watches as they all disappear into the darkness of the hallway. // Everything is spinning. Elliot’s been tipsy before, sure, during late night Christmas dinners with Oliver, but he’s never felt this...fuzzy. He can’t hear the conversations of the people around him, he can’t walk in a straight line, he can’t understand the lyrics of the music playing, and most importantly, he can’t find the bathroom. It’s been around two and a half hours since Seth’s group left him alone with a drink, and his bladder has been slowly filling up since then. The fact that he’s nervous doesn’t help his need to use the toilet. It makes everything worse. He’s been trying to find a bathroom for the past half hour, but the alcohol in his system makes it nearly impossible. Now, he feels close to wetting himself right there. He grips the front of his jeans and looks around for Seth, taking a deep breath as he walks down the sketchy looking hallway. He finds Seth and his friends talking by the corner of the room, and he walks towards them unsteadily. “Seth,” he slurs, grabbing the older boy’s arm. Seth pushes him away automatically. “What do you want, kid?” “I needa go to the bathroom,” he hiccups, his words slurred together. Instead of the older guys leading him there, they all start laughing at him. Elliot looks up and watches them through confused eyes. He squirms uncomfortably. What’s so funny? “James, check out the kid! He’s so messed up!” Sandra yells, dragging one of her friends with her. Elliot takes a tentative step back. “I needa go,” he repeats, his voice pleading now. “Can, can you tell me where it is, please?” “Give us your pills first, and maybe we’ll bring you there.” The guy named James speaks up, his eyes dark. “We invited you here so you could share, kid. Don’t keep all the fun to yourself.” “I don’ have any pills,” Elliot tries to explain again, but he finds it extremely difficult to form coherent sentences. “No pills. Ran out. Didn’t bring ‘em. I have to pee.” “Liar,” he snarls, pushing Elliot backwards. Hard. He loses his balance, letting go of Seth’s arm and landing on his bottom. Seth narrows his eyes, but Elliot is just confused... These are older teenagers, right? Shouldn’t they be taking care of him the same way Oliver does? “Look at him,” James sneers, kicking his Elliot’s side. “No offense, Seth, but you brought my hopes up. This kid is fucking lame.” Sandra laughs and agrees, pushing Elliot back down once he tries to stand up again. “He’s a lightweight, though. This is entertaining.” Elliot whimpers and curls up as the pain radiates through his upper body. His head is spinning and bladder is throbbing again, making him feel the beginning of a panic attack starting. As quickly as he can, he crawls away from the group and sprints to another room. He can’t breathe at all. His head is spinning and he wants— no, he needs his older brother. He needs Oliver. With shaky hands, Elliot pulls his phone out and presses the first number on speed dial. He sinks to the ground, his free hand gripping his chest, as he prays for Oliver to pick up. He doesn’t. Elliot starts to cry by the third time Oliver ignores his call. His throat is closing up and his entire body is trembling with the force of the sobs he keeps trying (and failing) to hold back. He hasn’t had an anxiety episode this bad in months, and the only person who can calm him down is Oliver, but… Oh no, Oliver’s gonna be so upset that he couldn’t hold it together. Oliver hasn’t answered his calls, either. Oliver’s gonna hate him and leave him the same way Dad and Mom did. He really can’t breathe now, and he’s growing more terrified by the second. Oh god, what if he’s dying? He feels exactly like he felt four years ago, the year he and Oliver were taken away from his parents - the year his life had become a steady series of anxiety attacks. Every time he closes his eyes he sees his mom’s disappointed face and hears his dad’s angry yells. With a choked whimper, Elliot rubs his eyes and tries to breathe. He dials the only number that he knows will help him — he calls 911. PRESENT TIME Elliot bolts away from the house the moment he hears an ambulance. He’s still stuck in the same flashback - the smell of alcohol, the screams and sirens, and the feeling of being helpless is way too familiar. He runs and runs and runs until his legs collapse, and he curls up on the corner of the street, his legs, chest, and bladder burning. He rolls over to throw up, crying as he does so. There are people chasing him. It’s over. “Stop right there!” Elliot chokes and backs up when he hears that, his bladder releasing for a brief moment. His crotch is suddenly warm and wet, but he manages to stem the flow as two large figures come up to him. “Young man, stand up,” the low voice says. “Dad, m s-sorry,” Elliot slurs, hiding his face. “D-didn’t mean to -” “Dad? Young man, what are you talking about?” “S-sorry sir, I j-just - I c-can’t breathe -” “Okay, calm down, son. Let’s focus on breathing. Can you tell me your name?” The man says quietly. Elliot rubs his eyes and nods quickly. “El-Elliot.” “Okay Elliot, listen to my voice. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds...” Elliot tries to listen to the voice, but his heart is beating too fast and he’s too far gone. He looks up helplessly at the man, tries to understand what he’s saying, but becomes way too overwhelmed. Soon enough, Elliot slumps forward and passes out while the sounds of the sirens come closer. // Elliot wakes up in the backseat of a police car. He jerks up and hits his head, whimpering loudly as he feels the pressure in his bladder. It’s more than uncomfortable now. It physically hurts, and he can feel how bloated his stomach is. He’s dizzy and tired and nauseous and he feels like he’s about to pass out again just as the car is parked. “Come out, kid,” The policeman says gently. “Call me Officer Miller.” Officer Miller leads Elliot to a room and makes him sit down. Seth and his friends enter beside him and Elliot can feel the tension and intimidation radiating off them. “Stay here,” Officer Miller says, leaving Elliot alone with a bunch of angry high school seniors. “I was supposed to play a basketball game tomorrow, you snitch,” Seth growls after he is sure they are left alone, his eyes flashing. “Now I can’t because my parents are gonna kill me thanks to you — I brought you here to have some fun, and you ruined everything for everyone. Everyone hates you now, Elliot. You’re nothing but a stupid loser—" Elliot covers his ears. Seth’s words drown out and become a muffled ringing. He can’t process anything anymore - the lights are too bright, Seth is talking is too loud, and everything is just wrong. He quietly pulls his olive green beanie down to cover his eyes, biting his lower lip so hard to the point where it actually begins to draw blood. His hands are shaking. So are his legs. And his shoulders. His entire body, actually. And he really, really, needs the toilet now. He doesn’t know how long he sits there, rocking back and forth while a couple of policemen eventually everybody away to different rooms. He starts to count backwards from one-hundred, to get his breaths to even out, but it’s extremely difficult to do so when everything feels like it’s his fault. He unconsciously crosses his legs and curls up, hiding his face from view as his bladder continues to throb painfully. “Elliot, kid? Can you follow me, please?” Elliot stands up on shaky legs, looking up at the same policeman smiling at him and barely registering the fact that his bladder has nearly reached its breaking point. He bites his thumbnail and follows the officer down the hall, his breaths hitching as he passes by his peers, who are all staring at him like he murdered someone. He clenches his eyes shut again and tries to swallow the vomit slowly rising up his throat. He can hear everybody around him murmur angrily, and he wraps the blanket around him tighter. “My curfew was an hour ago. My mom’s gonna kill me.” “Is he the kid who snitched? What a killjoy.” His head is still fuzzy, but he can understand the meaning of those words now. It hurts, but it’s true. He deserves it. Elliot is brought down the hall and into another room full of officers. He freezes and backs up against Officer Miller, who pushes him forward and into a chair gently. Elliot barely notices the small trail of urine that has begun running down his left leg in a slow and steady stream. Luckily for him, however, it stops the moment he sits down. Once again, Elliot can hear a bunch of voices speaking at the same time, and he shifts uncomfortably. This time, however, the voices aren’t angry. They sound...concerned? “Officer Ramirez, give me a quick summary, please.” “Okay. Well, the owner of the house that the party happened in is an nineteen year old male named Seth Hernandez. All the young adolescents who were caught under the influence are in the waiting room right now. Their families are being notified of the current events as of the moment.” “And the boy who called the police?” “Sixteen year old Elliot Anderson. He was under the influence of something as well, actually, but we suspect that somebody laced his drink without his consent.” “Was there anything else?” “No. When we found him, he was two blocks away from where the party was, actually.” “Two blocks away? Why?” “From what we understood, he ran away once dispatch arrived at the location. He was nearing a panic attack, and Officer Miller was the only one who was able to calm him down.” Elliot tries to block out the rest of the words. He doesn’t want to hear how pathetic he sounds one more time, so once again, he pulls his beanie down and covers his ears. Everything hurts. There are tears dripping down his cheeks slowly, his heartbeat is erratic, and he’s never needed the bathroom as bad as he does now. “Elliot?” A young police officer speaks, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You can open your eyes, you know.” Elliot whimpers and shakes his head. He’s in so much trouble - he’s trying to prepare himself for the beatings to come. Not only does he feel his anxiety rising, making him nauseous, he also feels his bladder throb urgently, signaling that he needs to find a toilet now - he turns his head up a bit to ask the officers if he can be excused, but they’re all so tall and scary, so he ends up throwing up all over his shoes, and on the shoes of the officer in front of him. “Ngh,” Elliot groans before his stomach lurches, and he throws up once more. He starts hyperventilating again, his hands shaking intensely. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll clean it up, please don’t be angry with me, I’m—” “It’s alright,” Officer Ramirez says, rubbing Elliot’s back as another officer hands places a basin on his lap. “Honey, you have a lot of chemicals in your body. You need to get it out of your system.” Elliot nods and spits into the basin, his hands shaking. “Is there anybody you can call?” She asks him once he is finished being sick. “Parents, maybe?” Elliot stiffens and shakes his head. “N-no parents. I live with my older brother.” “How old is he?” “Twenty se-seven,” he hiccups, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home -” “Please give us his number,” she interrupts him, handing him a piece of paper and a pencil. “We’ll notify him of your situation right now so he can pick you up and you can go home.” Elliot does as he is told and resumes hiding behind his beanie while rocking back and forth. Oliver is going to be so mad, he thinks. Then he's gonna send me away forever. // Twenty minutes later, Oliver is at the police station, frantically trying to find the officers that called him. "Are you Oliver Anderson?" Oliver whips around and nods quickly. "Yes," he says, out of breath. "I got a call about my brother Elliot. Where is he? Is he okay? I need to see him and-" "Sir, please calm down. Your brother is safe, but he has been panicking since we found him," Officer Ramirez explains, and Oliver feels his blood run cold. "We need you to stay calm so that he begins to feel safe. Okay?" "Okay," Oliver nods, taking a deep breath and following her into a room near the back of the hall. When he steps into the room, the first thing he sees is Elliot curled up on a chair, covering his ears. "Elliot, honey," Officer Ramirez says, and Elliot's eyes snap up. "Your brother is here." Elliot loses control slowly at first, then all at once — his bladder decides to give up the moment he sees his older brother. The warm, wet liquid soaks the front of his pants and snakes around to the back of his knees. He doesn’t even try to stop it. He feels sickening relief as his bottom gets drenched with urine, but the relief doesn’t last long. Heat begins to pool in his lap and soon he feels tears fill his eyes. The stream lasts for what feels like hours, dripping on the carpeted office floor in soft trickles, and by the time Elliot has finished going, even the bottom of his shirt is soaked. Nobody says anything for a couple seconds. Elliot’s entire face is burning and then suddenly, without any warning, he bursts into tears. Chaos in the room ensues. Elliot feels Oliver come closer to him and rub his back as he cries while the other officers are hustling around. “El, are you done?” He whispers, and Elliot nods shakily, his shoulders trembling as he sobs brokenly into his hands. Oliver quietly bends down to tie his jacket around his waist and takes his hand. He mouths a quick “sorry” to the officers, and prompts Elliot to step out of the huge puddle of urine. Despite the tears, Elliot complies, his sneakers splashing the warm puddle around, leaving wet footprints around the carpet. “Shh, El, breathe deeply now,” Oliver whispers, keeping his hand on Elliot’s back and continuing to try and calm him down. Elliot has never felt this distraught before, so he clings to his older brother as he sobs and hiccups, gripping the back of Oliver’s shirt like a lifeline. “I’m so sorry,” Oliver mumbles to Officer Ramirez and Officer Miller. “He, he has anxiety. Clinically. This doesn’t normally happen, actually — thank you for taking care of him so well, though.” “No need to explain, young man,” Officer Ramirez smiles at him and hands him her card. “If ever you need anything, please know that you have friends right here in the station.” It all becomes a blur after that. Elliot feels hands pick him up and he continues to cry pathetically into Oliver’s neck. The officers lead them out and promise they’ll sort everything out the next day and Oliver brings them to the car. He tucks his little brother in the backseat, trying his best to avoid any more complications, kisses his forehead, and drives them home. // “We’re home, El.” Elliot opens his eyes and blearily looks around. Oliver unlocks his door and helps him stand, rubbing his back the whole time. He quietly unlocks the door to their house and ushers Elliot inside. “I th-thought they liked me.” Oliver feels his heart break as he hears his little brother speak coherently for the first time since he picked him up. “Elliot, kiddo…” “They were using me,” he continues shakily, looking up. There are tears dripping down his nose. “When I got there, they said they wanted me to hook them up with drugs. They were talking about my anxiety meds. They—they kept pushing me. And it felt like—” “El, you don’t have to continue—” “—it felt like Dad,” Elliot’s voice breaks, and he buries his face in his hands. “It felt like Dad, and everything was too loud, and I think they put something in my drink and they were laughing at me and, and I couldn’t think straight,” Oliver takes two giant steps forward and tugs his little brother close. Fuck Elliot’s soaked pants, all he cares about now is making sure his little brother feels safe again. He picks him up and sits down on the couch with him on his lap, rubbing his back. “It’s okay,” he soothes gently. “It’s okay, Elliot. Dad’s not here anymore. No one’s gonna hurt you.” “I didn’t mean to call the police!” The young teenager sobs into his brother’s chest. “Everything was just too loud, and I couldn’t breathe anymore! You weren’t answering your phone, and, and my head was fuzzy, and my tummy was hurting, and they wouldn’t show me the bathroom but I had to pee so baaaad!” He wails and falls apart, his hands gripping Oliver’s shirt. “I know,” Oliver whispers, closing his eyes and kissing his brother’s forehead. “I know, Elliot. I know. I’m so sorry I wasn’t answering your phone calls, kiddo." “I thought you a-abandoned me,” he moans, clinging onto Oliver tightly as more tears drip down his cheek. “I was a-all alone.” “I know, shh, I’m so sorry, kiddo,” Oliver sooths, cradling him in his arms. “I promise you we’ll never have to deal with anything like that again.” “Promise?” Elliot sniffles, clutching Oliver’s shirt tightly. “I promise, El. You’re safe.” Elliot falls asleep in Oliver’s arms after ten minutes. Once his breathing is even and it seems like he has stopped crying, Oliver stands up, hoists him on his hip, and brings him to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm, soapy water. He gives his sleeping little brother a quick bath, making sure to wash his legs extra carefully. Oliver gets Elliot dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie in record time, then tucks him in in his own bed. He sighs in relief when Elliot doesn’t wake up. This is something he knows how to do - he knows how to take care of his little brother like the back of his hand. Exhaling harshly, he changes into fresh clothes as well, making sure to keep all the wet, dirty clothes in the laundry room to be washed tomorrow. His head hurts and he is so, so angry at himself for not being there when Elliot needed him most, but he pushes those thoughts away in favor of gently running his hand through Elliot’s hair. A few minutes later, Elliot’s eyes flutter and he opens them halfway. “Ollie?” He mumbles, stirring around. “Go back to sleep El,” Oliver whispers, kissing his hair. “Don’ leave me,” he whispers, clinging to him tightly. Oliver smiles sadly and pulls him onto his lap, rubbing his back. “I won’t leave you,” he promises, trying to soothe him completely. “Nothing’s going to hurt you, okay, El? Not while I’m around.” Elliot looks confused for a bit, sort of like he doesn’t remember what happened that night, but he seems to accept that answer and falls asleep with his head against his big brother’s chest. Oliver looks down at him and sighs. How could anybody want to bully his little brother? Elliot was an amazing kid, and despite his anxiety, he was the kindest and most genuine person Oliver knew. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. He is no longer upset with himself, but now he is upset with everyone who let the situation worsen. If anybody messes with his little brother again, there will be hell to pay. The End (?) ✧✧✧ Aaaand there we go! Nearly 5,000 words of pure angst. I really enjoy reading your comments - please let me know what you think and what I can improve on. I listen to every piece of criticism. Also, I know that I explained Elliot’s situation with his parents very briefly, and I am thinking of continuing the story by adding one more chapter that explains what happened to them. I’ll only do this if you guys are interested in reading more, though, so please let me know! :) I have a couple more ideas that I’m trying to finish so that I can contribute more male omorashi to this website. Haha! Once again, thank you very much for reading. I hope you liked it. X
  21. I’m making a separate request thread than the one I made a month ago because I only got ones willing to write female for me. I want a MALE story. If you do it for me (based on an outline I provide) I will write whatever you want. Cartoon character, male, female, but must be appropriate so no extreme nudity, no sex, and nothing with minors. Ok? Comment here or PM me for details.
  22. “See ya”. As I carry my guitar out of the school’s recording studio, saying bye to my bandmates, I can’t help but give a sigh of relief. I’d needed to pee quite badly before we went in there 3 hours ago, but because of our tight schedule, I didn’t have time to seek the relief I so desperately craved. We’ve been working hard to record a new song, and throughout the session I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller. All I could do was sit and wait, and hope that we would be finishing soon. By the time we were ready to pack up, I was crossing my legs and squeezing my cock when I thought nobody was looking. God, I have to pee so bad. Looking at my watch, I walk across the school yard. It’s 6.30pm. I haven’t emptied my bladder since around 8.00am… 10 and a half hours ago. Damn, no wonder I have to go so desperately. It’s been a hot school day, and I’ve drunk both the 500ml bottles of water I brought with me. I’ve been bursting to pee at school before, but not like this. My school uniform is uncomfortable, my dark blue polo shirt clinging to my shoulders and my black trousers stretched tightly across my bladder, which by now is rock hard. Quickening my pace, I grit my teeth and open the door that leads into the main school building. The boy’s toilets are three paces away, two paces, one pace. I push on the door. It doesn’t budge. I try again, pushing harder, but the door stays firmly shut. It’s locked. ‘Shit’ I mutter, grabbing my dick. Relief had seemed so close, and my urgent need has risen to an almost unbearable level. I look up and down the corridor, but nobody’s around. All I can do is hope that the toilets near the gymnasium are still open. I bend over and cross my legs, zipping up my fly which I had ripped open in urgent anticipation. Almost jogging now, I head across to the sports building, and notice lights on in the dance studio. Glancing through the window, I see my form (homeroom) tutor inside. I have to admit it, Miss Daniels is gorgeous. She’s in her late 20s, but looks much younger, with blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She’s short, smaller than me, and being a dance teacher has a wonderful figure. She’s wearing a tight pink t-shirt and black tracksuit pants with a pink stripe down the side. I briefly wonder what she’s doing here so late, but I suppose she’s just finished teaching after school dance classes or something. I bite my lip and clench my muscles tightly as I hurry past. I’m incredibly desperate to pee, and relief is just seconds away. Shaking with agony, I burst through the doors into the sports building, throw my guitar case down, and tear open my fly. I don’t care who sees me, all I want to do is pee, there and then. I smash into the toilet door, and gasp in alarm. Not only is the door locked, there’s a piece of paper taped just above the handle, with the words ‘Out of order until further notice’ handwritten on. ‘Ohh fuck’ I moan softly, gripping my dick tightly through my boxers. I hold myself for a few seconds more, bent over slightly at the waist. I swear under my breath in frustration as I eventually force myself to let go, and zip up my fly. Of course, the last thing I want to do is zip my cock back into my trousers, all I want to do is get to a toilet and relieve my aching bladder. The thought of the stream of pee that would erupt from my straining cock puts me into new throes of desperation and urgency. My bladder is screaming for relief. I lean back against the locked toilet door, crossing my legs as tightly as I can, moaning with frustration. I try to think rationally about my predicament. I’m in desperate need to urinate, yet all the bathrooms in the school are currently locked, or out of use. There’s no way I can walk all the way home without losing control, especially as I have my guitar to carry. I can’t just pee outside, as there are cctv cameras all over the place, and besides, there’s not really anywhere discreet enough. Suddenly, I remember Miss Daniels, in the dance studio down the corridor. I know that teachers aren’t supposed to unlock bathrooms for students, but they all had keys in case of emergencies. I’m just gonna have to ask her, and hope that she takes pity on me once she realised just how badly I have to go. I wrench myself away from the toilet door, and hurry down the corridor, stopping outside the dance studio. My face is already flushing with embarrassment at the thought of what I’m about to do. I’m incredibly shy about letting people know that I have to pee, especially my teachers. I see Miss Daniels every day, which just makes it more embarrassing. As I stand, hesitating, outside the dance studio doors, another wave of desperation washed over my entire body, much more powerful than before. I gasp and bite my lip, bending almost double, squeezing my dick hard with both hands. ‘Shit’ I mutter under my breath. I’d almost lost it. I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer. I force myself to stand up as straight as I can, gritting my teeth as my bladder protests. I give myself one last quick squeeze, before turning the handle and opening the door to the dance studio, stepping through, and letting it close behind me with a click. Miss Daniels is standing at the whiteboard on the far wall, writing notes for the next day’s classes. As the door closes behind me, she turns around, a look of surprise on her face. ‘Oh hi there, what are you doing here so late?’ she asks, resting one hand on the wall behind her, crossing her legs casually. ‘Um… hi Miss…’ I begin, blushing as I walk across the studio towards her. I stop a few paces away from her, clasping my hands tightly in front of my crotch. I long to hold myself again. ‘I’ve just been in the recording studio, and, um, well… the boy’s toilets in the main school are locked, and the ones down the corridor are out of order, and er… I really need to go.’ I laugh sheepishly and bite my lip. ‘Do you have like, a key or something? I’m really sorry to bother you’. I’m stumbling over my words, but I can’t help it. I’m dying to squirm around, or hold myself, but there’s no way I can behave like that in front of her. She smiles at me as I bend over ever so slightly, crossing my legs. ‘Actually I do have keys, but only for the girls’ toilets, not the boys’ she says sympathetically. ‘I’m really sorry.’ she adds, noticing the look of disappointment on my face. ‘I suppose you could…’ she trails off. ‘Use the girls’ toilets?’ I ask quickly, my voice tense. She nods. ‘I don’t see why not, there’s nobody around.’ ‘Yeah, thanks Miss.’ I stammer breathlessly, flashing a pained smile. She walks over to where the keys are hanging up on the wall, and picks them up. ‘I’m actually bursting for the loo as well, so I know how you feel’ she says casually, and I feel my dick stiffen. She jiggles up and down slightly as she finds the right key, smiling at me coyly. ‘Oh… right’ I stammer, my voice catching in my throat. I can’t believe my luck. I follow her as she starts walking towards the door, gripping my dick tightly while she has her back to me. She reaches the door, turns the handle, and pulls. The door stays shut. I stand slightly behind her, stepping quickly from foot to foot, hands on my hips impatiently. I don’t know how much longer I could wait, I’m bursting, my rock hard bladder squeezed tightly against the waistband of my school trousers. Miss Daniels pulls on the handle again, but the door still stays firmly shut. I hear her say ‘Oh’ quietly under her breath, and she crosses her legs tightly. She glances over her shoulder at me and I notice that she’s biting her lip. ‘It won’t open’ she says quietly. Oh God, another delay. ‘You have a go, you’re probably stronger than me’ she says, her voice tense. She steps aside, arms folded, and I walk up to the door, pulling and pushing with all my strength. ‘It’s stuck’ I mutter, glancing at Miss Daniels. ‘Oh God…’ she laughs nervously. Her legs are tightly crossed, and as our eyes met, she bobs up and down on the spot. The urgency in her eyes is clear to see. I turn my attention back to the door, realising that I can see the girls’ toilets through the narrow window. The bathroom door is just across the corridor, only yards away. Relief is tantalisingly close, and I groan in frustration, tugging violently on the handle. It stays firmly shut. I bite my lip, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, before stamping my foot on the floor in frustration. It wasn’t fair, I just want to pee. ‘Well… looks like we’re locked in’ Miss Daniels says quietly… biting her lip. ‘Yeah, looks like it.’ I say softly, letting go of the door handle and crossing my legs tightly. I bounce up and down on the spot, hands resting on the front of my crotch. ‘Aw, you look really desperate’ Miss Daniels says sympathetically, watching me fidget about. ‘Yeah I am...‘ I say shyly ‘… I haven’t had chance to go since this morning.’ Her eyes widen. ‘God, you must be bursting. I’ve been dying to go for a wee all afternoon but I’ve been so busy with organising coursework and dance rehearsals, then teaching extra classes after school, I just didn’t have time. I was just about to rush off to the loo before you came in…’ she trails off, stepping forward and giving one last frustrated pull on the door. She moans in frustration. ‘I think the lock’s jammed closed, what great timing’ she says, looking flustered. ‘This isn’t the first time it’s happened either. I’ll call the office, they’ll send someone with a master key to come and unlock it, that’s what they did last time.’ She looks at her watch, looking worried. ‘I just hope there’s still someone there, they might have gone home by now’. Miss Daniels walks over the phone on the wall, picking it up and dialling in the office number. She crosses her legs tightly as she waits for someone to answer. I pace around awkwardly, squeezing my cock tightly, watching Miss Daniels in case she turns around and notices me. ‘Fuck I have to pee’ I think to myself as I bend over for a second, biting my lip. After a few seconds, she begins to speak into the phone, sounding a little annoyed. ‘Hi, it’s Emma in the dance studio, could you call me back as soon as you get this please, it’s a bit urgent. Thanks’. She puts the phone down and gives a little frustration sigh, bouncing up and down with her legs still crossed. She turns around and I quickly let go of my cock, crossing my legs as I lean back against the wall. ‘There’s nobody there, there’s an answerphone message saying they’re in a meeting which was supposed to end at half six. They should have finished by now’ she says quietly, looking at her watch again. I sigh in annoyance. ‘Ok, so we’ll just have to wait for them to call back?’ Miss Daniels nods. ‘Yeah, sorry. I feel really bad, you’re bursting for the loo and now you’re stuck in here’ she says sympathetically, noticing my frustration at being told I’ll have to wait even longer. ‘It’s OK Miss, it’s not your fault’ I say quietly, shifting my weight from foot to foot, hands resting on the front of my crotch. She smiles. ‘I just hope they hurry up, I REALLY need a wee as well’ she says, looking embarrassed. She bounces on the spot again before walking back over to the whiteboard to finish off her class notes. ‘Sit down if you like’ she says, gesturing over to a couple of chairs in the corner. I grit my teeth as I sit down, the waistband of my school trousers squeezing my bladder. I’m sat right on the edge of the seat, bouncing my knees like crazy, biting my lip as I wait anxiously for the phone to ring. I watch Miss Daniels writing on the board, and I notice her shifting her weight from foot to foot, biting her lip. She looks tense, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I glance down and see a 2 litre bottle of water on the floor just beneath the whiteboard, and it’s nearly empty. She mentioned earlier that she’s been bursting all afternoon, so she probably hasn’t had chance to pee since lunchtime, maybe even morning breaktime at 11am since she was probably too busy organising coursework to find time to use the toilets at lunch. With all that water she’s been drinking, she’s probably way more desperate than she’s letting on. After a few minutes she finishes writing the notes, then checks her watch again. She looks at the phone and bites her lip. ‘Ohh why haven’t they called back yet?’ she mutters, walking over to the phone and redialling the office number, crossing her legs tightly. She hangs up after a few seconds. ‘They’re still in the meeting, ohh they should’ve finished ages ago’ she says, looking worried. I watch her uncross her legs, bounce on the spot and quickly cross them the other way, biting her lip. She looks absolutely frantic for a pee, but she obviously doesn’t want to make a show of it in front of a student. I’m also trying not to show how desperate for a pee I am, and I long to thrust my hands between my legs and squeeze my cock to distract myself from the throbbing pressure in my bladder. Instead, I have to make do with gripping my thighs tightly, crossing my ankles underneath the chair and bouncing my legs up and down. Miss Daniels moans softly under her breath, leaning back against the wall next to the phone, folding her arms across her chest. She crosses her legs again, resting one foot against the wall behind her. There’s an awkward silence for a few seconds, my chair squeaking as I fidget around. She breaks the silence by asking me about how things are going in the recording studio, and we chat for a few minutes about school, exams, anything we can think of to keep our minds off our urgent need to relieve ourselves. I’m explaining to her how far we’ve got recording one of our songs, but she’s not really listening, her expression slightly distant. I’m also having trouble concentrating on the conversation. My desperate need to pee is way too distracting, and watching my gorgeous teacher fidget and squirm, trying not to let on that she was about to wet herself, is taking up most of my attention. As soon as I finish speaking, she nods and flashes me a pained smile. ‘Sounds good. One sec, I’ve just remembered I need to look for something’ she says quickly, her voice tense, blushing as she hurries over to a small room in the corner of the studio where all the controls for the sound system are kept. Although the room is hidden from view from where I’m sitting, Miss Daniels seems to forget that the dance studio has huge mirrors down two of the walls. I wait for her to go out of my sight, then I stand up from my seat, biting my lip and bending forwards, hands wrapped around my cock. ‘Ohh, I have to pee so fucking bad’ I mutter, straightening up and walking slowly over to the door, looking out at the door to the girl’s toilets longingly. I turn around, and I realise that from where I’m standing, I can see the room Miss Daniels is in, reflected in one of the mirrors. My cock throbs in arousal at what I see. She’s bent over, both hands pushing hard between her legs, pushed deep into the crotch of her tracksuit pants. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her lip, bouncing up and down on the spot. I knew it, she must be absolutely dying for a pee, and I wonder if she’s actually started to wet herself. As I watch her, she stands up straighter, and begins pacing the room, biting her nails on one hand, the other still pushed firmly between her legs. Every so often, she’ll stop to cross her legs, bending over and squeezing herself as hard as she can. I watch her as I squeeze my cock tightly, my heart pounding. I unzip the top of my school trousers to relieve some of the pressure on my rock hard bladder. I reach down and grip my cock through my boxers, frantically dancing from foot to foot. Although I’m incredibly turned on by watching Miss Daniels’ obvious desperation, I’m absolutely dying for a pee, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on for. Just then, the phone rings, and she quickly straightens up and walks out of the room like nothing’s happened. I turn away, pretending to be trying to open the door, so she doesn’t notice I’ve been watching her. I quickly zip my fly up before she notices, biting my lip as my school trousers push against my aching bladder. ‘Hi, it’s Emma’ she says breathlessly as she picks up the phone. ‘Yeah, I’m in the dance studio but the lock on the door’s stuck, so I’m locked in.’ She dances from foot to foot as she listens for a few seconds. ‘Really? Ohh God you should have told me, I’ve been waiting forever for you to call back, and I’m bursting for the loo! No problem, ok, yeah I’ll find them, bye.’ She puts the phone down quickly and sighs loudly, walking quickly over to where she left her keys. ‘Are they sending someone over?’ I ask frantically. Miss Daniels shakes her head, picking up her keys. ‘Apparently after last time they gave me a copy of the master key just in case the lock ever got stuck again.’ She crosses her legs and bends forwards slightly as she looks through the numerous keys on her keyring. Her expression is tense, her face flushed with embarrassment, her movements frantic and fidgety. ‘I just wish they’d told me, then we wouldn’t have been stuck here bursting for a wee.’ She hurries over to where I’m standing by the door, still looking for the right key. She stamps her foot and bounces on the spot in frustration. ‘Ohh sorry I can’t even find it’ she moans softly, crossing her legs tightly. She tries a couple of keys in the lock, but neither of them fit. I stand behind her, wishing she’d hurry up and open the door. Just then, I lose control for a second, and gasp quietly as a hot spurt of pee soaks the front of my boxers. I quickly grip my cock and bend forwards, desperately trying not to lose control completely. The last thing I want to do is soak my trousers in front of my form tutor. I’m so close to wetting myself, but so close to getting to a toilet at long last. Finally, Miss Daniels finds the right key, and she unlocks the door, bouncing from foot to foot frantically, moaning softly under her breath. She opens the door and we hurry out into the quiet corridor. ‘I’ll let you go first’ she says quietly as she steps towards the door to the girls toilets. ‘Thanks Miss’ I say gratefully. She must be so desperate to get into the toilet and pee, but she obviously doesn’t want to let on how badly she needs to go in front of a student. I can’t help but see that her usually slim waistline is more rounded, her bladder noticeably swollen. It must be so hard for her, standing just outside the toilets, absolutely frantic to pee and longing to bend over and hold herself tightly, but knowing that she can’t do either while I’m standing just behind her. I bend forwards, frantically squeezing my cock while Miss Daniels spends a few precious seconds finding the key to get into the toilets. I start to blush as another warm jet of pee leaks out into my boxers. I moan softly, grabbing my cock with both hands, stamping my foot in frustration. I’m seconds away from wetting myself right there in front of my gorgeous teacher. At last, she finds the key and unlocks the toilet for me. ‘Don’t be too long, I really need to go’ she says shyly, looking up at me as I hurry past her, biting her lip. ‘Ok Miss, I’ll be quick’ I say quietly, pushing open the door to the toilets and rushing inside. As the door closes behind me, I feel another jet of pee soak into my boxers. I gasp and sprint into the nearest cubicle, tearing open my fly and pulling out my leaking cock even before I’m standing in front of a toilet. The second I reach the toilet, I let loose a gushing stream of pee into the bowl, moaning with the relief of finally getting to empty my rock hard bladder. I’m wetting and wetting, steadying myself with one hand on the wall, gasping with relief, relishing the feeling of letting go. After about 20 seconds, the door to the toilets suddenly slams open. Startled, I glance around, still wetting forcefully, and I see Miss Daniels hurrying inside. I was so desperate to relieve myself I hadn’t bothered to shut the cubicle door, and I blush harder as she glances at me, making eye contact for a second before she quickly looks away. ‘Oh god I’m so sorry, I really need a wee, I can’t wait’ she says, her voice strained. She bends over for a second and crosses her legs tightly, squeezing her crotch tightly with both hands, desperately holding on for just a few more seconds. ‘It’s ok’ I say, my face red with embarrassment, very aware of how loudly my pee is hitting the water. She moans softly, bouncing violently on the spot before straightening up and rushing into the far cubicle, banging the door shut behind her. Almost straight away, I hear her pee cascading into the bowl, and she utters a short moan of relief. Her stream is so loud and I can hear it over my own, she must have been right on the verge of wetting herself, unable to wait just a few more seconds for me to finish. Eventually, my stream dies down, and I finish my very reliving pee with a sigh of relief. I zip myself up and flush, heading over to the sink to wash my hands, Miss Daniels still peeing noisily. By the time she’s finally relieved herself, I’ve dried my hands and am just about to leave. I hear the toilet flush, and she opens the door slowly, looking at me shyly, blushing even harder than I am. ‘I’m really sorry about that, I’d been holding on for so long, I just couldn’t wait any longer’ she says quietly as she washes her hands. ‘Don’t worry Miss, I won’t tell anybody’ I reply, and she laughs. ‘You better not’ she says, grinning at me. I walk out with a quick goodbye, pick up my guitar and head home, still buzzing with the feeling of relief, and the excitement of seeing my sexy teacher almost lose control in front of me. My boxers are damp against my cock, reminding me just how close I came to soaking my trousers in front of her.
  23. I'm not sure how convincing this looks since I tend not to move or make sounds often, but I really, really needed to go. I had been holding for a few hours after having drunk some arbitrarily large number of glasses of water (large glasses). My bladder was in so much pain that I was unable to avoid hunching over and was largely unable to move, except when it violently throbbed and felt huge waves of desperation, in which case I might've jolted here and there... By the time I started to leak, my bladder didn't lose control by way of a non-stop leak just yet, but rather forced out massive spurts one at a time. It was after this that I lost control... I hope you enjoy! I'm not so sure my bladder did after the fact...this was yesterday and it still feels slightly sore and tingly. hold-wet-030316.mp4
  24. Răzvan2000

    Two stories in one topic

    There will be 2 stories in this topic, the first one is the aftermath of the previous one and the second one is about the fat guy's POV(but this one I will write in the replies) THE AFTERMATH ''The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public.'' So as I said before, I peed my pants at cinema because of a stupid fat guy who didn't let me go to the washroom. I put my trackpants in washing machine and then I took a very long shower. I washed my legs more because they smell so bad from the urine. It took me 35 minutes to wash and then I get out of the bath tub and put my pijamas on. Later i checked the washing machine to see if my trackpants were fine, so I could put them in the dryer next. I was so sleepy that I can't wait for my pants to dry, but i had to wait. OK, my trackpants are now dry, thank goodness I can go to sleep. While I was sleeping, i kept thinking about my incident at cinema but I wasn't very very worried not only because the pee stain will vanish, because there were just a few people watching the movie. I was like an idiot cause I could jump behind my seat if you ask me and then i could find my way to the restroom. But I didn't have this idea. Don't get me wrong I'm also into Omorashi but not in public. Next day. I woke up and I looked at my watch and I saw it was 9:10. I realized I had some courses with a 32 year old teacher at her house (oh, i forgot to say that I am 18). Her house is a bit far so I only have time to eat something, drink some coffee and get dressed. I put some blue T-shirt, the same trackpants and another shoes on cause i forgot to wash those snickers as well, yesterday. I left the house and I walked on foot cause I don't have any car. It takes almost 30 minutes to arrive at her house, the courses starts at 10:00. Now guess what, i realized I didn't pee in this morning AGAIN. ''Ohhhhh, why do i always forget to pee in the morning?'' Probably I drank that coffee too fast and my bladder already filled up. I was a bit scared cause this teacher, when she teaches at school, she doesn't let anyone to go pee. Well it doesn't happen always, but what if i'm the unlucky one. I arrived at her house and she greeted me nicely. She was wearing some black sportscoat,a black skirt,pantyhose and some black shoes. Even though she is a ''DENIAL RELIEF'' person(a person who doesn't let someone to pee), she is very kind, even to me. Then she gave me some exercices to solve, which were from history,geography,maths etc. First, I started to solve some maths problem but I couldn't concentrate cause I really had to pee afterwards. I didn't say anything in the first place so i continued to solve the problem while i started fidgeting,squirming and holding my crotch. The teacher saw me and asked if I was OK and I said ''yes, i'm fine''. I couldn't ask her because i was shy, too and i was scared that she wouldn't let me using her bathroom. I tried to concentrate on my exercices and forget about my pee break and i was just holding my crotch in silent so she couldn't hear me. The course takes 2 hours from 10 to 12 and my fidgeting and squirming took almost 1h 25 m. The next exercice was about waterfalls(at geography). ''OK, now this is torture, i can't take it anymore'', so i stayed there for like 5 minutes squirming again. 30 m left. When finally I decided to ask my teacher, probably she will let me go to the bathroom since is her house not the school, i wasn't sure about it. So I raised my hand and asked her: me: excuse me, miss! her: yes? me: can i ask you something? her: sure, what's the problem? me: can I use the bathroom? End of this part. The third part COMING SOON. Oh and the fat guy's POV will appear in the replies! So, what do you think is her answer: she will let me go and have a good relief or she will make me stay in my seat to pee my pants and the chair?