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The thing about Daniel Ellen shook Oleksandr’s hand and smiled. She’d promised to help him and his family and whatever was said in this afternoon’s meeting she planned to honour that promise. They’d already endured so much and none of this was their fault. She’d only hoped her words had been translated well enough for him to understand. She was only a charity representative but she was the best he and his family had to get a roof over their heads, a place to call home at last. Checking her notes briefly Ellen made her way through the crowded dining area of the large cruise ship, past security, and down the long walkway to the car park at the far end of the dock. Turning around briefly as she opened her driver’s door she took one last look at the huge vessel that had been docked in her own city for almost a year now. A contracted cruise ship from abroad brought in to house hundreds of family’s just like Oleksandr’s who came on the promise of a fresh start but found themselves stranded, homeless and lost in a country many had only vaguely heard of before. Refugees of war but now political pawns as the contract for the only place they could call ‘home’ was coming to an end leaving families homeless and lost all over again. Ellen sighed deeply as she set on her way to the ‘big meeting’ as she’d put it in her diary. As she navigated through the city traffic towards the hotel conference room she thought about the families she’d already helped to find accommodation: A few with sponsors, most with social housing and some with private landlords. The smile on their faces as they unlocked front doors and saw several rooms that they could call home always left her emotional. Places many others from her own country would turn their noses up at had kids dancing with excitement at the thought of having a room of their own. What a privilege it was to play some part in helping them, even if at times the stress made her feel ill. Ellen parked and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she should have dressed a bit smarter than her leggings and long flowing top? Should she have tied back her shoulder length wavy brown thick hair to look more business like? It was out of her comfort zone but should she have done it anyway? Would any of that even make a difference? Her mind was a whirr as she locked her car and walked towards the building getting a fright when she heard the quiet voice behind her. “They really should have these things in office hours don’t you think?” Ellen smiled before she even turning around. Quiet, unassuming, but hard working Daniel met her gaze as they both continued walking towards the reception. Daniel, as always, was in his dark grey suit with an open at the collar crisp white shirt. His black hair was neatly shaved at the sides but bushier at the top and his dark skin reflected the light from the strong fluorescent strip lights above. He was everything she wasn’t in terms of personality and attire, his voice soft to her loud, his smartness to her comfortable, his unassuming to her abrasiveness, his timidness to her assertiveness. Yet Daniel was one she trusted, one she knew was honest and fair and one who got the job done. His air of authority seemed at odds with his quiet ways but he was respected and respectful and Ellen needed him onside tonight more than ever if she wanted to keep her promise to Oleksandr and his wife and son and the long list of others still living in limbo on the cruise ship. As they stood patiently at the reception desk Ellen felt there was something different about Daniel tonight. He seemed distracted, nervous, even a little uncomfortable. As he spoke in his usual low tone to sign them in Ellen naughtily couldn’t help having a little sneak peek at his bottom as he leaned over the desk a little. They were friends, sort of colleagues even, but there was no harm in having a bit of fun was there? He was a fit man after all with a very cute derrière which seemed to wiggle slightly as he wrote. He turned and smiled at her as if he somehow knew what she’d done, though his smile was more tense than usual even though his eyes were wide and shining. As Ellen stepped forwards to follow Daniel through towards the meeting room she almost walked right into him as he paused momentarily and glanced around the reception as if looking for someone or something. The thing about Daniel was he that he only ever spoke up when it was absolutely necessary and Ellen knew that whatever it was he was looking for she’d only ever find out if he deemed it absolutely essential for her to know. Right now that obviously wasn’t the case.

Hi all. I am looking for the most desperate male Omo videos you can find. Begging to pee, being forced to hold, being frantic, etc. I want to see guys absolutely dying for a toilet. Vocal is preferred! Thanks all!

*A resubmit due to a formatting error on my part--apologies 😅* Hi All! I'm posting an older work of mine here--if you like what you've read I do have open commissions! 😁 You can check my Tumblr and Twitter for more details: @anaxgardner on both. This was an older post of mine-- if you like what you've read I am currently taking commissions-- more details on my Tumblr and Twitter both @anaxgardner. Happy Reading! “So, will you come back to my place?” I nearly choked. It had been so long since I’d been on a date, and even longer since I’d let a guy take me home. I was married for five years, and was exclusive with Troy for three years before that, so a lot of things had changed since I’d last gone out with a guy. “Jacob? Are you okay?” I snapped out of my trance to see his green eyes staring at me. He nervously picked at his nails. “I uh… I’m fine. It’s just… this is still all new to me,” I confessed. “If I go back to your place, we have sex, right?” The redhead leaned across the table and dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Jacob, if you come back to my place, we can do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex. I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. He leaned in, pressing a kiss ever so gently to my lips, and I found myself wondering if everyone else was watching the two guys making out in the corner booth. “Make yourself comfortable,” Austin said, loosening his grip on my hand as we stepped over the threshold into his apartment. “I’ll be right back, I just have to use the bathroom.” I felt my skin heat up and the thought of the three glasses of wine he had through dinner rushing to his bladder made my heart skip a beat. “Wait!” I called, causing him to stop and look at me. I took three steps forward and slammed my lips against his, taking him by surprise. Austin’s hands found my waist as his lips moved against mine. I never got the chance to explore my kink with Troy. He always thought it was stupid, but I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by this time. Austin seemed different. I would do whatever it took to keep him out of that bathroom until the last possible second. Our lips separated with a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Damn, boy, can I at least pee first?” Our eyes met, and I knew the control was all mine. My mouth curved up into a smile. “No.” I expected Austin to be disgusted, but as I picked my hand up and traced a finger along his lower belly, he simply raised an eyebrow at me and said, “Is that the game we’re playing tonight?” I held my head down and nodded. “Okay then.” Austin took a step back and made a show out of crossing and uncrossing his legs. “Please, Jacob?” he begged, “I really have to go.” I bit the inside of my cheek, shaking my head. I flattened my hand against his stomach. I gently pushed with my fingertips, getting a flinch out of him. “I think you need another drink.” He smirked, knowing exactly where my mind was going. “There’s a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge.” Two more glasses later, Austin was holding his alcohol surprisingly well. Other than the occasional shift of his hips, I would have never known he was holding back a full bladder. “You were holding before dinner, weren’t you?” I asked, finishing off my third class of the night. He bashfully nodded. “I don’t want you to think I’m a pig, but sex feels so much better with a full—mmph.” Instead of getting the last word out, he winced and placed his hand on his lower belly. “Show me,” I ordered. Austin’s wine glass went to the table in front of him. Once he lifted his shirt, I took a second to marvel at his very overfilled bladder protruding out of his stomach. I fought back the urge to touch it. No, not yet. Instead I held my hand out towards him. “What?” he asked. “Lead me to your bedroom.” He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Feeling my own bladder start to weigh heavy in my stomach, I said, “You said sex it better with a full bladder. Prove it.” God, did he prove it. While he had to stop quite a few times to keep control of his bladder, sex with Austin was better than anything I’d ever had with Troy. Afterwards, Austin stood, pulling on his jeans. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. “Um…the bathroom? I hope.” I knew what he was feeling. His orgasm made his need worsen. He couldn’t stand still, dancing on the spot as I stood and put my own jeans back on. “Not yet.” He groaned. “Lay down.” He obeyed reluctantly, but moved a hand to knead at his crotch once he laid down. I smirked and went back to the kitchen, filling a clear plastic cup with warm water. “Please don’t make me drink that,” Austin whined as I returned to the bedroom, “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” “This isn’t for you to drink.” I laid down next to him, dipping my fingers into the water which sent a jolt to my own bladder. Holding my hand over his stomach, I let the water drip onto his skin, and his reaction was instant. “Ah!” he yelled, drawing his legs up and tightening his grip. I expected him to tell me to stop, but he didn’t. I held the cup directly over him and slowly tilted it, letting the warm water fall over him. He groaned, twisting his legs and shoving his hand deeper into his crotch until he couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t hold it!” he cried. I moved the cup to the nightstand and turned back just in time to see his jeans turn dark. Austin tried to stop, but no amount of squeezing and leg crossing could cut off the flow his bursting bladder was pushing out of him. He finally relaxed and I reached over, taking his pee-soaked hand in mine. I watched in awe as his bladder continued to empty with a loud hiss. A full two minutes later, Austin let out the breath he was holding as his bladder was finally empty. The bed, along with our jeans, were completely soaked. I was still speechless. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded and laughed. It was my turn. “I uh… I have to pee,” I confessed. Austin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?” Another nod. He gave me an evil smile. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

"Richie! Richie!!! Hey!" Panicking, Sean raced after his boyfriend, Richard. He caught up with him and blocked his path. "Babes! Babes-babes-babes! Listen to me. Listen to me, please!" Richard tried to shoulder past, but, Sean grabbed his arm and held him back, making him sigh and look away. "See, look, I can explain. What you saw back there, it isn't what it seemed like." "An erection is an erection, Sean. And an erection will always look like an erection." Richard was clearly disappointed but adeptly maintained his calm. "Fine, I admit. I had an erection. But it was just a random one. It had nothing to do with that girl. Honest!" Not buying his alibi, Richard looked away, nodding in disapproval. "Sean, it isn't the first time I'm seeing this happen. It's happened several times before when she was around you. And I know what you feel about her." "Disgust!" Sean shrugged. "Disgust! That's what I feel when she's around." "Do I look like a fool to you? I know what's going on between you. I saw you kiss her that evening." His voice trembled as hurt surged and threatened to explode. Sean opened his mouth to defend himself but had nothing. Unable to meet Richard's piercing grey eyes, he looked away with a cold sheen of sweat glistening on his face. Richard expected another justification. Anything that told him he was wrong. But, he got nothing. His heart pounded, confirming his deep-seated fears. Sean wrung his face and sighed. With a hand on his hip, he worked up the courage to face Richard. "Okay, now that you say it, let me tell you that the kiss meant nothing. It was just a friendly gesture." "A friendly gesture? On the lips?" Richard simply gave him a deep, long stare, one that told him he wasn't buying it, that he already knew the truth. He was being cheated on! "No, on her cheek." "My eyes are pretty good, Sean. I know where you kissed her." "On the cheek," he insisted. "Lips! I saw it." "It was because you saw it from that angle." "It still doesn't justify the erection," Richard fought back. "Told you, it was a random one!" "Keep convincing yourself that!" Saying this, Richard turned around to leave. Panicking, Sean restrained him. "Leave!" He ordered. "Okay. At least hear me out," Sean pleaded. "I have been so far. And it's all been a bunch of lies. Now, leave!" "Okay, I will," Sean said quietly. "At least, let me tell you the truth about the erection." "What!!?" Richard spat back, his teeth clenched in rage. "I... I had to pee." "What?" Richard wasn't sure if he heard it right. "I had to pee." "So!!?" "I had to pee, that's why I had an erection," he justified. "Since when did you start getting erections when you needed to pee?" Richard questioned. He wasn't buying it. But the idea that his boyfriend had to pee, possibly that bad to cause an erection, was arousing. "I always do, more so if I have to go that bad," Sean admitted. Richard held his pout. He couldn't shake off the anger and hurt. "I don't believe you," he shot back. "It's the truth," Sean confessed. "I really had to pee that evening, and I didn't want to take leave, it felt awkward leaving her alone and walking off for a piss, so... I just held it." For a moment, they said nothing. Richard's deep breaths caught Sean's attention. "Trust me, baby, please. It's the truth. I'll do anything to make it up to you," Sean pleaded with his charming, chocolate brown, puppy eyes. "Anything?" "Anything." "Fine," Richard answered after a moment. x-x-x-x-x One evening, a week later, Richard and Sean were getting ready to hit a friend's party. Richard stood before the mirror and adjusted his bow tie. He looked suave in a black tuxedo. As for his boyfriend, Sean, he was busy getting into a royal blue shirt and a pair of slim-fit charcoal grey formal pants. Richard eyed him as he tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He loved to see him in fitting clothes, especially one that hugged his crotch and accentuated the features inside. He could never get enough of Sean's strong penis. And tonight, he was determined to get more out of it. He fixed a sparkling drink for both of them. Making sure that he wasn't being watched, Richard took out a sachet from his pocket and emptied it into Sean's glass, making the contents fizz for a moment. When it died down, he carried the glasses and handed one over to Sean. "I fixed us a drink," he said. "Great!" Sean replied, looking grateful for it. He stepped back and stretched out his arm. "How do I look?" "Sexy," smirked Richard, taking a moment to eye his delicious crotch. He was looking forward to testing his not-so-convincing alibi from the other day. He wanted to see how erect he'd get, especially with the powerful diuretic he'd slipped into his drink. "These pants are a little tight," Sean said and tugged at the fabric digging into his groin. "That's okay," remarked Richard. "Makes you look extra special for the girls." Sean laughed. "You know I have eyes only for you." "Yeah, I know, drink up now, we're getting late." "Right!" Without wasting any more time, Sean took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. x-x-x-x-x Half an hour later, they were on the streets, riding in the backseat of a fancy limousine. They had hired the car to be in top form before their friend's guests. It was going to be a grand party at a star hotel. So they were sure to look their best. They were a few minutes away from the hotel when Richard noticed Sean shifting. "I'll need the loo before we go in," he confessed. "It's strange, I usually don't get full this fast." Richard looked down, chuckling quietly. He glanced at Sean's crotch, at the way the fabric of his pants were bunched up. Was he getting an erection as he'd claimed? Or is it just the fabric? x-x-x-x-x A few minutes later, they were in the hotel. Sean seemed to be in a hurry. In fact, he was. His need to pee was building, making it harder to hold with every passing minute. "Sean," Richard called out as they hurried along. "I need to tell you something." "What?" "You told me it's strange." "What?" "That your bladder filling up this fast." "Yeah," he said quickly. He wasn't really bothered about casual talk now. Richard paused mid-way and held Sean back. "I slipped a diuretic into your drink." Sean just stared at him as he took a moment to realize what he was talking about. When he finally understood, his eyes bulged out in horror. "What!!!? Why?" "You promised to make it up to me." "What? Make it up what?" Then, he remembered. "Shhhiiiittt!" "So you'll make it up to me, right?" "Baby..." Sean mumbled. He couldn't take this up now. Not with this kind of urgency. His bladder was filling up super fast, and waiting it out for another half an hour at the max would guarantee wet pants. He knew why Richard was doing this. To bust his alibi of his had-to-pee-erection from that evening. "You said that you get erections when you really need to pee, right?" "I do," he almost begged. "But can we prove that at home one day? Not here? I promise I'll hold it all day for you." "If there's something you need to prove, tonight's the chance. That girl isn't here." Sean sighed. The junction between his groin and lower abdomen ached as his bladder continued to fill up. "Baby, see listen," Sean held him gently. "I know what you mean, but see, I really really have to pee now. I won't survive out there without taking this piss, trust me. And it's going to be a long day." "Fine," Richard shrugged. "I won't stop you. Go and take your piss. But then, it's over between us." "What?" Sean couldn't believe his ears. "No, see, you can't do this." "I can, Sean," Richard was firm. "Hold it for me. Have me. Take your leak and forget me." Sean didn't know what to do. "How long?" "Till we get home." x-x-x-x-x