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  1. View File Bedwetter Exposure Hum(35) saw this clip posted ealier on site[3 min preview]found full version + 2 more+1+1.....[5] Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/29/2023 Category Male  
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  5. (Note: Contains swearing. Also, the narrator in this story has no set gender, so feel free to imagine them however you like.) “What? No, not there!” Her voice startled me. “N-no?” I replied, trying to hide my growing panic. “Then what if I…” “Have you ever even done this before? This should be instinct by now!” I felt my ego deflating with each word. I had done this before, multiple times actually, but I mean, everyone slips up once in awhile, right? “W-well, I thought it looked like the right thing to do at the time,” I mumbled. “Oh my God, seriously!? We discussed this on like day one!” At this point, I could hear her chair spinning around, and I knew she was looking right at me. “You never attack a Chaos Knight when his shield is raised. It’ll just bounce the damage back onto you!” I lowered my head and covered my face in shame. “I-I’m sorry! I know you’ve told me a million times, but… well, stuff happens?” Truth be told, I had remembered that the exact instant my character was caught in an explosion upon striking said shield. He had immediately fallen over with zero hitpoints and the “You have died. Please wait to be revived” message box popped up. I swear, I’ve seen that box so often, it’s permanently seared into my memory. “Oh… Oh no,” said Nikki in a much less angry tone. I heard her turn back around and mumble “I did the thing again,” while she went to work murdering the last few enemies in the wave. “I’m sorry,” she said in her normal shy voice. “I’m getting too heated over a video game again. Stupid me.” Now I know it’s not okay to yell at people and stuff like that, but seeing Nikki know she did something wrong and feel bad about it just erases any desire to scold her for it. Besides, who hasn’t gotten mad over a game before? “Hey, I get it,” I said, “Super high-value loot on the line and a teammate’s not pulling their weight. I’d be getting pissed, too.” “The teammate usually isn’t the person you’re dating.” I saw her avatar take down the chaos knight that killed me, ending the wave. Now that we had some down time, I got out of my seat and moved over to her. She took a drink from her giant jug of iced tea, then put her head in her hands and sighed. “I need to stop hanging out with Audrey. I think her bitchiness is rubbing off on me.” I decided to go full cheese and put my hands on her shoulders, making her lift her head out of her hands. “Well don’t worry,” I said, “No matter how bitchy you might get on the outside, I know my sweet, sexy, nerdy girlfriend is on the inside.” “Oh my god, stop saying words,” Nikki said while trying not to smile and blush brightly at the same time. It’s amazing how some really cheesy phrases sound great when they’re said to you. “Alright,” I chuckled, “I’ll just do this instead.” I lightly pecked Nikki on her cheek, which only made it that much pinker, and stepped back. I then patted her shoulder and returned to my chair, ready to hopefully not get my virtual ass kicked anymore. Maybe I should give a little background before I continue with this story. Ever since Kyu came into my house to help me spice up my nonexistent love life, I’ve done almost nothing but go on dates with cute girls. I’ve met and gone out with all kinds of ladies, like a sexy teacher, an adorable yoga instructor, a pretty schoolgirl, and even a porn star! I won’t lie, I dated some of those girls to the point where we had sex, and a few of them really knew their way around my naughty bits. But Nikki Ann-Marie was different from the rest. Up until very recently, she was a shut-in like I was before my run-in with a love fairy. She was a gamer at heart, and preferred to be on her own instead of going out and getting wasted every night like some of the other girls she knew. The night we finally did it, she even confessed to me she was a virgin. Not that the sex didn’t still end up being great, mind you. Since we started dating, she’s gotten better at leaving the house and chatting with others, but mostly with people she found any common ground with. I was still her favorite person to chat with, and she was definitely mine. We just connected in a way none of the other girls did with me. Maybe it was the fact that both of us were loners up until very recently, or that neither of us had decent social skills. Maybe we were destined to be with each other by some higher divinity. Or maybe I just found nerdy blue-haired girls to be sexy as all get out. Seriously, even with her back turned to me and playing a game, I still can’t keep my eyes off her. While I lucked out on rock-paper-scissors and got the proper gaming seat, Nikki was seated on a cheap computer chair that had its back broken off. She was wearing her gray sweater and white short-shorts like the night I met her at that club. Most of her legs and feet were on display, and the shorts gave a pretty nice curve to her butt. “Soooo, are you gonna start moving?” “What? Oh, right!” I whipped back around and returned to my screen. Sure enough, my avatar was back on his feet and ready for battle. “Thanks for carrying my butt through a wave again.” “Just don’t die again. We’ve almost used up our revive tickets.” “Seriously?” I asked, opening my character’s inventory. “Have we gone through our whole stock already?” “Yeah,” said Nikki, “I was hoping we’d be able to save them for the boss, but then, well…” “Chaos knights, right.” I sighed. We were playing another one of her MMO’s for tonight’s gaming session. Souls of War Online, or something like that. As it turned out, they were holding a special event raid tonight; hold out for twenty waves of enemies plus a boss, and win a guaranteed rare loot drop. Who could resist that? It couldn’t be easy, of course. The enemies were relentless, giving us little time to breathe, let alone come up with an efficient way to counter them. We’d been trying for a few hours already, with a lot of experimenting with different loadouts along the way. I only had a measly ten hours or so of experience, so much of our extra lives lost were on my end. In my defense, these guys were so hard, they even caught Nikki off-guard a couple times already. I don’t know how we were going to make it through another… “Hey, what wave are we on?” said Nikki. I looked at the corner of the screen. “Looks like we’re on wave 13 of 20, and we still have a boss.” “Oh man,” she mumbled again. Her voice was strangely tense this time. “Something the matter?” I asked. “Um, no, it’s just…” she stammered, “I don’t know if I, er, we are gonna make it to the end.” I raised an eyebrow, then lowered it as she couldn’t see it anyway. “I don’t know either, but at least we’re farther along than we’ve ever been.” “I… guess so,” she replied. I tried to think of something to say that would cheer her up, but I knew better. Nikki was always a pessimist, so I figured winning this raid for her would be better than any inspirational line I could come up with. And so, we carried on with our fight, battling through wave after wave of incredibly tough baddies. I tried my damnedest to stay alive, but I still got killed a few times. I may have gotten good hand-me-down loot from Nikki, but I didn’t have the experience to not die like the pros. Even Nikki was having trouble dealing with these guys. When I wasn’t too busy keeping my character alive, I noticed she was making mistakes too, like casting the wrong spell or even attacking a shielded knight, and some of those mistakes got her killed as well. Every once in a while, I heard her let out a whimper and bounce her foot on the floor. I figured that it was just the jitters, that she was getting nervous the closer we got to winning. Sometimes, I’m dumb like that. At last, we reached the rest period before the pre-boss wave. Only thirty seconds separated us from one last wave of bloodthirsty monsters. Things weren’t looking too good for us. I was down to my last life, and Nikki only had a couple left in her as well. It was a good thing that only one of us needed to kill the boss to win, because it was looking more and more like Nikki would have to carry the raid for us. “Okay, I know I’ve said this at the end of every wave, but I still can’t believe we’ve been holding on for so long,” I said. “Um, yeah, m-me too,” she replied. “I mean, we’ve been under some serious pressure these last few waves.” “I-I know.” “Seriously, I thought I would’ve lost control of myself and made a big mess of the whole night by now-” “Ohhh, shit.” “Huh? What’s wrong?” I spun around on my chair. That was definitely not a good “oh shit” I just heard. Sure enough, she was hunched over and looking down, with her hands in her lap. “Um... nothing,” she said, “I just… forgot to pee before we started this. Really regretting that now.” How I found this moment to be hot, I will never entirely know. “Oh, er….” I started to feel my own face getting warm, and it wasn’t from the heat of two computers running in the same room. “How bad is it?” “It’s, um, pretty bad,” she replied, her legs wiggling a bit. “I kinda had to go when we started, but I thought I could just ignore it until we won.” She looked over at the empty jug on her desk. “I really should not have drunk so much tea.” “Well, we can just pause the game, right?” I asked. “Not for online play,” she sighed. “Really? Damn, modern gaming really has its drawbacks,” I said. What a time to not be playing on a LAN connection. “So what if we-” I never got to finish that sentence, as we both heard the horn blow to signal that the next wave had started. I could already see enemies spawning in and charging towards us. “Sorry babe, I guess you’ll just have to hold it.” I returned to my keyboard and went back to murdering enemies. “I’ll try, but I won’t make any promises.” And just like that, we were back in the chaos, doing everything we could to not get our asses kicked. These guys were harder than ever, and they were coming at us from all angles with all kinds of nasty attacks. They weren’t giving up that sweet loot without a fight. Despite the craziness, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Nikki’s predicament. I know as much as anyone how much it sucks when you really have to pee but can’t, and I can imagine how much it must hurt for her to hold in all that tea-induced urine. That said, it wasn’t all worry; there was something about it that made that familiar tingly sensation in me, like the kind I got right before I got a girl into my bed so we could- “Fuck!” I spun around on my chair because that curse was too strong for it to be due to the game. “What, what happened?” Nikki was looking straight at her monitor as still as could be. “I-I leaked a little just now.” “Oh crap, what if we-” Just then, I heard a scream coming from my monitor. “Oh no, please don’t be…” but it was. In the time that I wasn’t moving, my character was blown to bits by a kamikaze enemy. The words “You have died. There are no more revive tickets available” were on the screen in bold, spirit-crushing letters. “Fuck! Aw man, Nikki, I didn’t mean to lose focus like that!” I said as I watched the remaining monsters go after her avatar. “It’s fine,” she said to my surprise. A couple seconds later, her avatar casted a large area-of-effect spell that blew away the last few enemies in an impressive display of computer graphics. “To be honest, I had kinda expected things would go this way.” I lowered my head in shame, but quickly remembered the more urgent issue in the room. “So how are you holding up, er, leak notwithstanding?” “Not good. I really gotta go,” said Nikki, the strain in her voice more apparent than ever. I glanced at her and saw her rocking back and forth to keep her pee from spilling out. “Oh man, it actually hurts now.” As intriguing as it was, I wasn’t gonna let her wet herself if she didn’t want to. I’ve entertained some weird kinks in the name of love, but never against a date’s consent. Since my character was dead for good, I stood up and walked over to Nikki. “Babe, we’re between waves. Just run to the toilet, and I can take over your character. I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly before you get back.” Nikki shook her head. “I can’t do that. I’ve read some nasty stories about this boss. He can one-shot you right at the start of the fight if you don’t know how to deal with it, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” “Nikki, you’re about to pee yourself. Is that really worth some digital loot?” At this, Nikki looked at me and gave me the most serious face I’ve ever seen on her. “It’s not just the loot. I’m a gamer. It’s in my blood to see every challenge I take on through to the end. I’ve come way too far to quit just because I had to run to the potty like a little kid.” I wondered if she could get over peeing her pants in front of her lover, but I wasn’t about to argue with her. The determination in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to convince her otherwise; she was a gamer through and through. I couldn’t get a single word in anyway, for a loud roar from the monitor grabbed our attention. The boss had revealed itself as the Chaos General, a foe clad in armor so badass that words could not do it justice. It was definitely a good thing I was not controlling Nikki’s avatar. Nikki said nothing to me in response. She just put her trembling hands on the keyboard and mouse and went to work fighting the boss. What followed next was some of the most impressive gaming skills I had ever witnessed. This boss was meant to be taken on with a full party, yet somehow Nikki was holding her own quite well, even against multiple attacks that could have killed her in one hit. But the problem with a raid boss was they always had loads of health, and this guy was no exception. What should have been a 15-20 minute boss fight was already going on for close to an hour. The strain on Nikki’s body only grew stronger with each passing minute; she didn’t stop moving her lower body the entire battle. I could only imagine how painful it must have been for her to keep holding on. I had never felt so bad for Nikki since the day I met her. Still, there was a part of me that found the situation arousing. The way her hips wiggled in her chair and her legs bounced on the floor. The subtle moaning and biting of her lip. The thought of all that pent-up pee pressing inside her, eagerly awaiting that moment when her strength gives out and she has that final release. I never thought about being a fan of this kink until this session, but I may just have to add some files to my hidden computer folders when I get the chance. “Come on, just a little further… Oh fuck!” In an instant, Nikki yanked her hand off the mouse and jammed it between her legs. She grit her teeth harder than that one time we played Street Fighter to see who had to scrub the toilet during her monthly apartment cleaning. To say that the stakes were high that night were an understatement. “Ugh, dammit! I can’t hold my pee and fight this guy at the same time!” said Nikki. She had one eye closed from the sheer effort of holding her bladder. “Oh man, oh man, I really don’t wanna piss my pants.” I could see her open eye growing moist, as if she was going to tear up. I wanted to help Nikki as badly as she wanted to pee, but just like her, I was having trouble coming up with a solution. There was no way she would willingly wet herself, definitely not with me as a witness. Unfortunately, the toilet was not an option either. This boss required constant attention and know-how to beat. I knew next to nothing about how Nikki’s character played, so I had just as much chance of casting something that would blow her up than hurt the boss. I glanced all around the room looking for some kind of answer. The wastebasket next to her was one of those wire things with a bunch of holes, so that was out. There didn’t appear to be anything else that looked like it could hold the large amounts of liquid. If only she didn’t have so much tea during our session… I wondered why it took me more than a second to figure this solution out. With determination in my eyes, I looked at Nikki and said “Stand up.” “Wait, what?” She quickly glanced over to me. “Stand up and keep fighting him. I’ll deal with the rest.” Her eyes got even bigger and she said, “Wait, what!?” “You have to trust me on this one. I won’t let you wet yourself, I promise.” “...Okay, I trust you.” Nikki slowly stood up and added “Whatever you’re gonna do, make it quick.” “You got it,” was all I said. As soon as she was standing, I reached to her sides and put my fingers in both her shorts and underwear. I knew she didn’t have a zipper on her shorts, so I yanked them straight down to her ankles. I heard her whimper and saw her subtly tense up from her naughty bits suddenly being in full view. I took only a quick moment to assess the situation. First off, her butt looked as lovely as ever. Second, I could see a damp patch on the inside of her panties, about the size of a tennis ball. Most importantly, I caught a small spurt falling into her shorts, meaning I only had precious few seconds to make this work. I grabbed her tea container off the desk and untwisted the cap as fast as I could. Once it was undone, I threw it aside, hearing it clink against the wall and floor. I then reached around and pressed the container right between her legs, making sure it covered as much of her happy place as it could. “You’re good,” I said as I looked up to her. “Just let it go.” No sooner had I said that, a small spurt of mostly-clear liquid leaked out of her again, this time into the confines of the jug. A second spurt followed after, then a third. It wasn’t long before the spurts turned into a light trickle running down the inside of the cup before reaching the bottom. I guessed she still wasn’t relaxed enough with this whole idea to just go full force. I looked up to see how Nikki was holding up. She wasn’t even looking down at me; her eyes were glued on the monitor, and she was still desperately trying to win against the boss. Her cheeks were as red as before, and she was still biting her lip. Whether it was out of determination or not, I couldn’t tell, though she was moaning a little bit now. She stayed this way for at least a minute, the only motion coming from her hands and the tiny tinkle from her nethers. Suddenly, I heard a loud cry from the monitor. The boss had stop attacking Nikki’s character and had gone into the throes of a dramatic death animation. As he faded away, the words “Quest Complete!” showed up on the screen with a triumphant flair. “I… I won,” Nikki mumbled. I noticed her eyes getting a certain sparkle in them, the same one I saw right before our first kiss, or when she found that rare Super Nintendo game at a yard sale. Her open mouth slowly contoured upward as the feeling sunk in. I then heard the biggest sigh Nikki has ever let out, not of disappointment at something I did, but one of pure relief. That’s when I noticed a distinct noise coming at around my ear level. I turned back and saw a sight that amplified my interesting case of “the funny feeling”. Her stream had gone from a tiny trickle to a solid spray, shooting out of her with force. I tried to be a respectful significant other, honest! But for some reason, I felt compelled to keep my gaze between her legs. I won’t lie, part of it was so I could sneak a peek at her privates while she tinkled, but I had other reasons. There was that naughtiness of watching another person doing something private with them knowing it. Well, at least watching something that I found attractive. But I felt happiness too. I was glad that we had finally beaten the challenge event and gotten Nikki what she wanted, but more than that, I was happy that she was happy she wasn’t having an accident. No peeing her pants like a little kid, this girl was staying dry and stain-free. I can imagine it felt really good too, finally answering her aching bladder’s demands and letting it all out. And boy, did she have a lot to let out. It had to have been at least a minute, and she was still peeing at full force. I could make out the subtle hissing noise coming from her opening over the sound of water hitting water and her moans of bliss. She already had the container half full; I was worried that she was gonna overflow the thing and get both of us messy. Luckily, that didn’t come to pass. A few seconds later, her stream began slowing down just as the pee had reached the three-quarters mark. She gave out a few more spurts, and then she was finally done, right as the bottle was almost full. “Ooooh, man.” Nikki sighed and opened her eyes for the first time since the flow really started. “That felt too good.” “I bet it did,” I said with a chuckle. I left the bottle between her legs to catch a few more drips before I moved it away. “Holy shit!” Nikki suddenly exclaimed and leaned forward, making me jump a little. “What, what!?” I said. “Look at this gear we got! This is all super-rare stuff!” She cracked a big smile that put my worries at ease once again. “Oh man, I can’t wait to try these weapons out!” She said with glee. “Heh, may want to re-equip your leggings first.” I pointed down at her shorts. The smile on her face dropped as she looked down and realized she was still very much exposed. “R-right. Um, I should probably dump out that jug first. Maybe clean myself a little, too.” She gingerly stepped out of her bottoms and covered her crotch with a hand. “Not gonna put them back on?” I asked as I handed her the emergency toilet jar and stood back up. “Well, I peed in them a little. Gonna need a new pair.” “You know, I could take my pants off so we’d be even,” I said while trying not to have the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. “Not on my $400 gaming chair, you aren’t!” Nikki said with a smirk. I glanced over at the expensive chair with a white seat. “Yeah, that’s probably for the better.” Nikki started to head for the bathroom, but stopped before she reached the door. Instead, she turned around to face me with an adorably shy expression. “Sooooo, thanks for helping me with my problem. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve done something like that for me.” “Don’t mention it. I only did it because you’re a girl worth doing that for.” “Shut up,” she replied with a giggle, her face turning more red. She was becoming too adorable to resist making a move. “Aw, come here, you.” I reached around her free shoulder and pulled her in. She looked at me for just a moment before closing her eyes and leaning in. We shared a kiss for a good few seconds, the warm feeling flowing through my body and re-energizing me. Not even the growing stink of the pee jar could dampen the sensations. Man, if only more of our gaming sessions went like this. ******** Unbeknownst to the two gamers in the apartment, a strange girl with pink hair, a provocative outfit, and cutesy wings was floating in the air and peering through their window. She had been watching for the entire session, especially the part where the blue-haired girl peed into a jar. While the two of them were kissing, the fairy giggled to herself. “Another satisfied client.” As the blue-haired girl walked into the bathroom, Kyu was reminded of the pressure growing between her own legs. She smiled and turned around, raising her legs so they were out of the way. She reached a hand down there and pulled her panties to the side, for she never wore anything resembling pants. A delicate yellow stream soon trickled out of her, traveling almost straight down and breaking up into tiny droplets long before it reached the grass below. Kyu sighed in bliss, both from the relief of emptying her bladder and for only further fanning the other tingle between her legs. Twenty seconds later, the stream came to an end. Kyu stayed there for a little longer to let any remaining drips fall out before putting her panties back to normal. Satisfied with her work and still in the mood, she flew off, looking for her next client and potential mate.
  6. Not quite omorashi exactly, but I thought I might share anyway. This is a bullying scene from a novel I'm posting over on GayAuthors.org called Storms. It takes place at a birthday party for the main character's romantic interest. Read the tags for content warnings. Not long after, Patrick sidled up to Michael, bumped his fist and said, ‘Excellent party, bruh!’ ‘Cheers!’ said Michael with a grin. ‘You guys were a bit late, weren’t you?’ Patrick shrugged. ‘Ended up pre-drinking at Neal’s, with his brother and his pals. Kind of lost track of time.’ As conversation resumed, I felt Patrick’s eyes on me. He wasn’t stupid enough to say anything in front of Michael, and I knew I had friends here, but I still felt uncomfortable. Finally, I quietly excused myself and went to the toilet. I took longer than I needed to, spending a few minutes standing before the mirror staring at my reflection. My hair was definitely getting overly long now, but it’s not like I could afford a haircut. The last time I cut it, Mum had taken my stepdad’s beard trimmer and basically shaved it off. That had been more than six months ago, and my curls now flopped all over my head like some kind of semi-fro. It was not a good look for me. My curls were looser than most. I wondered, not for the first time, what my father had looked like. I suspect he may have been white, or part white. I am lighter than my mum, too, not to mention how light my eyes are. It hadn’t occurred to me when I decided to go to this party that some of my bullies would be here as well. I knew Michael wouldn’t let anything happen to me, of course. I was safe with him. But Patrick and his cronies still scared me, and I worried about what they might try to pull while Michael wasn’t looking. Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror. Then I opened the door to return to the party. Outside the door stood Patrick and three of his friends. ‘Hello, Danny,’ he said, smirking at me. ‘You want a drink?’ Before I had time to make a sound, they were forcing me back into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. ‘Hold him still,’ Patrick said, and two of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. ‘Open his mouth.’ The third guy, named Dinesh if I wasn’t much mistaken, forced my head back and my mouth open, pinching my nose. Patrick stepped up to me, a mostly full half bottle of cheap vodka in his hand. He opened it, put it to my lips, and began to pour. With my nose blocked and my head held back like that, I had little choice but to swallow, though much of it spilled down my front. When about half of the strong liquid was gone, Patrick relented, and I coughed and spluttered for a little while. I felt like I might be sick. ‘There you go!’ he said pleasantly. ‘All good and drunk.’ Patrick’s friends let me go, and I swayed on my feet. The room was spinning dangerously. I had never had this much alcohol before in my life, much less all at once. ‘Strip him,’ Patrick ordered his friends, and they started to pull at my clothes until I was naked. I tried to protest, tried to fight back, but I seemed to have lost control of my motor functions and could only bat weakly at the arms holding me down and ripping my clothes. Patrick pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and they pushed me face first over the edge of the tub. ‘How much would you say his arse is worth, Neal?’ he asked one of his friends. The boy apparently named Neal answered, ‘Not much, mate. A quid per go, maybe?’ ‘Yeah, that’ll do.’ Patrick began to scribble on my arse. It tickled, and I squirmed. ‘Here, wanna snap this.’ There was the click click of a phone camera. Next, I was being moved again, turned around, pushed into the tub. I tried to focus on the people in front of me and eventually managed to find Patrick’s face. He was unzipping his jeans, and now he had his dick out, and I wondered for a moment if he meant for me to suck it, but he wasn’t hard. Then he took aim, and began to piss. The yellow stream hit me square in the face. I raised my arm to shield myself, and tried to get up, but the slippery tub wouldn’t let me, and I slid back down. Patrick’s friends followed suit. I covered my head and cowered while they each covered me in urine. ‘I feel like I should take a shit on him, too,’ Patrick said when they were all done, tucking his prick away inside his pants. ‘You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Disgusting little faggot. Sadly for you, I’m all out of bowel movements. I could jerk off on you, though. Would you like that? It’d be hard to get it up looking at your fugly mug, but I could probably close my eyes and think of England.’ The others all laughed. Just then, I heard something outside the door. ‘Dan? Where did you go?’ Someone tried the door handle. ‘Danny, are you in there?’ It was Michael’s voice. Before the others had time to react, I cried, ‘I’m here! Help! Help me!’ Michael didn’t need to be asked twice, and started banging on the door. ‘Is someone in there with you? Open this door!’ he demanded. Patrick suddenly looked slightly panicked. He obviously hadn’t planned on getting caught. ‘What’s going on?’ said another voice, this one older, deeper. One of Liz’s uni friends, no doubt. ‘I don’t know, but we have to get inside,’ said Michael. ‘Help me get the door open.’ ‘Stand back.’ A series of loud bangs followed, and then the door burst open and a tall, beefy twenty-something whose name I was pretty sure was Jamal burst shoulder first into the room. Michael came after, crowding into the space that had never been designed to fit six people. I focused blearily on his face. His expression moved from shock to pure rage as he took in the scene and realised what was happening. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he growled at Patrick. ‘What do you mean?’ said Patrick, but his voice had gone up half an octave and his eyes kept flitting to Jamal’s muscular frame. ‘We’re just having a little fun, right guys?’ His friends nodded. I said nothing. I was beginning to feel rather sick and wasn’t sure I dared open my mouth. ‘Think Dan sees it that way?’ Michael’s voice was deadly quiet. ‘Get the fuck out of my house!’ ‘You don’t need to get so touchy about it, we’re just playing—’ Neal tried, but Michael interrupted him. ‘Playing?’ he roared. ‘You are hurting my friend! Now get the bleeding hell out of here before I call the fucking coppers on you fucking wankers!’ Jamal placed a large hand on Patrick’s shoulder. ‘You heard the man. Let’s go.’ It seemed the threat of a fifteen stone black man was what it took. I had never seen anyone scarper quite so quickly, and Jamal followed them to make sure they left. The moment they were gone, Michael strode over to the tub and knelt next to me. ‘Dan, are you okay? Did they hurt you?’ I shook my head. ‘I . . . ’M okay, just . . . You shouldn’t touch me. Got pee on me . . .’ He blinked. Then his expression darkened again. ‘They fucking pissed on you?’ he said quietly. ‘I’m gonna murder every last one of those fucking fucks.’ ‘Michael,’ I slurred weakly. ‘I’m okay. They . . . They’re gone now.’ Michael nodded. ‘Yeah. None of those bastards is ever setting foot in this house again, I can tell you that.’ His expression softened. ‘Here, let me help you.’ And although I was covered in pee, he put his arms around me and pulled me out of the tub. I stood swaying while he found a towel. He wiped off the worst of it. ‘You can have a shower in my room,’ he said. ‘Put your clothes on, I’ll be right back.’ Then he vanished.
  7. I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  8. Hey, all! In my introduction, I mentioned that I had plans to possibly put together some comics. To that end, I set about planning some possible story ideas. The one that I liked the most involved wetting and possibly messing at a fancy dress party. Now that I've shared some art with you, I felt that I should share some of my writing with you too. Below you'll find some words that I've written, based on that particular story idea. I'd love to hear any feedback you have! I've received some very kind comments so far in my art thread, so thank you! WARNING! CONTAINS SWEARING, FARTING, AND IMPLIED POOP DESPERATION!
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