Heâd been holding for so long, and he ached, with no relief in sight. His hands squeezed tighter at his crotch, as if they werenât already doing all they could.
More kept leaking out, second by second. He could feel the wetness against his fingers, and whimpered as another pulse spread the damp patch.
It did no good. For the first time he understood what it meant for a body to be at its limit.
He could feel it, a split second before it happened, and sucked in a breath- But it was too late. Piss shot out from his dick with so much force that he could feel the impact of the stream against his jeans. He moaned aloud, he couldnât stop himself, more from the helplessness of the situation than any relief. He was pissing so hard that it seemed to draw all the strength from the rest of his body, his shoulders slumping and his knees going weak.
Still his hands kept their grip, fighting the absolutely futile fight.
After several seconds of pissing like a firehose, finally the relief kicked in. He had just enough presence of mind to lean against the wall to keep himself upright, and then his body gave in to the pleasure of letting out all heâd been holding in for far far longer than either he or it had wanted. He was wet and humiliated and still pissing, but it felt so good that he couldnât do anything but let his head fall back and eyes flutter shut.
And then that passed too, and he was aware of the deafening hiss of his urine hitting the floor, the size of the puddle spreading beneath his feet, the fact that he wasnât alone in this hallway and never had been⌠and he was still going, his bladder stretched beyond capacity and determined to expel every last drop.
He whimpered, again, trying to stop. It was kind of pointless by now, but at least he could say heâd regained control of his body. Except he couldnât, his muscles werenât even responding to him at this point. Piss gushed out of him for several more seconds - and then more when he tried to straighten up - and finally he was left panting and shaking like heâd run for miles.
But empty, finally, blessedly empty.