Alana

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if you could define the term "bladder of steel", you would find the name 'alex ferguson' under that definition.

being a 19 year old university student as well as a varsity basketball player, he had no time to waste during his day stood in front of a urinal. although he was certainly hydrated - drinking more than the average person every day - he could still sit through a 9am-5pm day of classes with no issue. whilst others were squirming and rushing off to find relief after a particularly long day, alex would show no indication of any need.

his sports team only saw him pee in the changing room once - that's how rare he ever seeked relief. him and his bladder were essentially invincible.

...but he wasn't able to hold it every time.

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today was an incredibly busy day for the 19 year old. alex awoke at 6am, instantly getting into his gym clothes and chugging a protein shake. after a 1 hour gym session, he takes a shower and lets go of his morning pee - which he hadn't felt at all - as well as the protein shake that had gone through him into the shower drain below. he eats breakfast with an espresso and half of his water bottle, before attending class from 8-4pm.

at his whole time away from his dorm, alex does not pee again. he doesn't feel any pressure, need or desperation even though he's been consistently sipping from his bottle.

as he stands from his chair at the end of his lecture, he feels a certain pressure in his lower abdomen. it has been almost 10 hours without a wee... but he could hold it. he had no time to visit a bathroom either: his basketball team was waiting for him outside for one of their routine away games. half an hour on the bus, then the 2 hour game, then another 30 minutes on the bus. every single time he has been able to do this without visiting a bathroom... but this time felt different.

he strapped his seatbelt onto him once he sat on the bus, placing his bag next to him, accompanied by his newly filled water bottle. as he tightened the seatbelt, he felt it press uncomfortably against his abdomen, like there was something there blocking the signals between his skin and his muscles deep inside of him. but, before he could give his much thought, the bus came to life and set off to the next city.

he stepped off of the bus after the half an hour journey, feeling the uncomfortable swelling feeling in between his body, unfortunately increasing with each step. he brushed it off as usual, and went into the changing rooms.

changing proved a challenge: taking his sweatpants off even led to a slight squeeze of his dick. this made him feel better, though, and he went out like usual, almost 11 hours not having relieved himself now.

1 hour into the game, and alex was finding it difficult to focus. he now understood that this uncomfy feeling was his bladder, lodged in between his strong muscles, rapidly finding ways to send signals to his brain. every move, every step, every jump, made alex regret not having peed at some point during the day. he hadn't seen a toilet in god knows how long.

now 12 hours without the loo, alex could swear this was the most desperate he'd ever been. when preparing to start another game, he gently pressed on his muscular lower abdomen, to feel an uncommon bump there, that hurt when he pressed it. never in his whole life had he experienced such a bladder bulge, where he actually felt the urine inside of him - sloshing, heavy, hot. god, it was getting bad.

half an hour passes. half an hour left. alex was annoyed now. because of this uncommon predicament, he was making silly mistakes that would have cost his team the game if his coach hadn't spot him. having been made to sit out, he sat on the bench, feeling how his legs pressed uncomfortably against his bladder. he gave his dick a quick squeeze, feeling it ache and pulsate in his hand.

having zoned out now, all alex could think of is a loo. opening the lid, seeing the inviting porcelain bowl below, pulling out his cock, finally peeing... he bet it would feel estatic.

suddenly, adrenaline pulsated through him as he felt his control slipping. a warm spot had appeared on his boxers - unknown to the other players, thankfully - but this was a telltale sign to anybody, including alex, that his battle was almost over. and he was going to lose.

he told his coach he was going to cool off before jogging out of sight of the basketball court. ducking into a small corridor, alex gripped onto his dick, hand like a vice. he felt himself throb desperately, his pee flooding his cock rapidly, his needy peehole sputtering. he knew that, if he didn't go to the bathroom in the next 10 minutes, he'd make a bigger mess of himself. and there was no fucking way that alex ferguson, with a bladder made of steel, would piss himself in front of everybody. he wasn't a child.

regaining composure, alex walked nonchalantly towards the changing rooms, closing the door behind him. he saw the bathroom, so close... relief was about to feel so good... so orgasmic... he would watch the seething hot liquid gush out him, hitting the water below, watching it tint yellow after he was done... emptiness was going to feel so good...

until he tried the handle. it wouldn't budge. he looked up, heart dropping.

out of order - toilet clogged

before he could even react to this, his bladder muscles fluttered, and a spurt made its way into his boxers.

there was no way he'd make it back home dry. another half an hour here, then another half an hour on the bus, and then at least a 10 minute walk back to his dorm. he wasn't going to make it, and alex felt so childish because of this. he'd have to rethink his nickname.

another leak soaked into his boxers, and he KNEW that if he didn't find a substitute to a toilet soon, he would be soaking. and, yes, although this would feel so good, feeling warmth down his legs that his own body conjured, he knew that this would be embarassing, and messy. his whole varsity team was made of men like him: buff, stoic, judgemental. if he was seen pissing himself like a child, he would never live it down.

he looked around the room, sweat on his brow. he had no idea how much was in him, how much a bottle could take, how much the floor would flood if he just fished his cock out right here and peed... alex's bladder was completely unpredictable. he for sure knew that he wouldn't be able to stop the hot stream as it surged out of him, which severely limited his options.

heart racing, he tried weighing up his options. his water bottle was full, with no way to dispose of the water inside other than to drink it all. no, that would make him more desperate. he'd certainly wet himself on the bus back to the university. the floor? no, way too much clean-up. he was certain that, due to how full and bloated he was, he would flood the whole changing room.

if only he had a diaper on him or something...

his gaze finally made its way to his bag. a blue duffel bag, filled with his water bottle, some snacks, an extra pair of underwear, and two towels. two towels. one for his face, one extra. two towels, one extra. an extra towel, which absorbed a lot.

alex's legs led him to the bag, heart racing. he'd seen people piss into towels before. a few teammates did in his first year of varsity basketball, on the bus back to the university when they were stuck in traffic. his own older sister had too, a few years ago, when their home's plumbing was under construction. he was unsure if all of his hot urine would be held within the plush, pristine, white towel. but he had no other choice, had he? if he didn't try soon, his boxers and basketball shorts would be dripping. his heart jumped when he thought of his, springing him to action.

he shakily unzipped the bag in front of him and pulled out his clean white towel, thick under the pads of his fingers.

seeing where he would relieve himself was all too much. a wave of desperation flew right through him, causing his hand to fly right towards his dick again, squeezing it. he had to pee in this thing. this was no longer just a 'want' to pee. he NEEDED to.

pulling down his shorts and wet boxers in one go, alex thought about manoeuvring this thing. he wouldn't just lay it on the floor - it would make a huge puddle. placing it on the bench would be quite weird too. what happens if he were to... place it underneath him, like a diaper he had thought about?

he folded it up until it had a few layers and placed it underneath him, holding it in place. his breath was shaky as he watched his penis - tip wet from his pent-up urine and previous leaks - sit in the white towel.

he had to persuade himself to go, but it really didn't take that much. urine shot out of his dick, no second thoughts, hitting the thick towel in front and below him. he moaned loudly as it hissed, soaking into the towel, like this was just a regular occurance for the poor towel. he was quite mesmorised as he watched his hot urine stained the towel, its previous, perfect white turning into a yellow-y mess: his espresso, a soda he drank at lunch, his water as well as the remenants of his protein shake had all turned into this clear, yellowy liquid, gushing out of him relentlessly.

he directed his achey, now half hard dick into the centre of the towel, pulling his foreskin over the tip and feeling his warm piss envelope his dick, only splashing out once he let go. it was quite orgasmic, feeling this relieved and vulnerable. and the makeshift towel diaper was taking all of it, no questions asked.

by the time alex's stream had died down, he forced out the last few spurts before wiping himself. as he did this, the friction of his peehole against the wet towel was all too much. pleasure shot through him, and he knew that he couldn't get onto the bus this hard, could he?

his emptiness, the previous pressure in his lower abdomen as well as watching the towel soak in his hot jet of urine caused his cock to twitch. it only took a few long strokes, base to tip, to get him to cum. shaking, he watched as the thick, white ropes hit the towel, legs almost giving out.

as he shook himself off and thought about disposing the towel, he heard an uproar of cheers and shouts coming from down the hall, to where the basketball game was. they'd just finished - he had to deal with this towel and himself, quickly.

the towel's bottom layers were still relatively dry, so, he wrapped it up into a plastic bag and shoved it into his gym bag, saving it for later.

as he pulled his boxers and shorts up, now cold to the touch, his teammates entered the changing room, game now finished. he smiled as he saw some of his teammates desperately dancing around, in the same position he was in not long ago. he knew all too well the pressure they were feeling. he wondered if their boxers were now soiled, hoping to find a source of relief like he had just a few minutes ago.

after the half an hour bus ride home as well as the 10 minute walk back to alex's dorm, his bladder had seemingly regained its former fullness, coming back with a seething vengeance, weak from the previous few hours of desperation he had endured.

once he entered the privacy of his dorm, he leaned against the door and squeezed his cock, feeling it harden with his touch and need. alex pulled his messy towel out of the duffelbag and the plastic bag, setting it down on the edge of his bathtub. planting himself onto it, he played with himself a little: pushed on his lower abdomen, feeling the throbbing pain rushing through him. although this time, he did not panic: arousal coursed through his veins as he let go into the damp, heavy towel. his stream came out carelessly like before, hissing, billowing, so much so that it made the towel flood. now tinged with a darkish yellow colour, alex once again jacked off into his own mess, watching the thick ropes of his arousal hit the towel, and even onto the bathtub edge in front of him.

although he'd love to savour this towel - a souvenir of his torment and orgasmic release, he had to discard of it before anybody dared question him.

the next day, alex bought many thick towels of a sinilar type to the one he pissed in, and stored them under his sink. when asked what he'd use them for, he said that he was "extra sweaty" during his games.