Omo Blog 💦

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“Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Connor chants along with the other boys as Jack downs the rest of his beer, his throat working up and down as he drinks. His sweat glistens slightly against his skin, catching the mid-morning light as he tips his head back to finish the last few drops before gasping in a breath of air and crushing the empty can in his hands.

“Yeah!” Will cheers from the passenger’s seat, laughing goofily. “Didn’t think you could actually do it!”

“Did he finish?” Henry asks, taking his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to glance backwards at Jack. Connor doesn’t really mind–they haven’t seen another car in at least five minutes, and the expanse of road ahead of them is as straight as an arrow and smooth like glass.

The four of them are on a road trip, having finished their third year of college together a couple of short weeks ago, and in order to save money on gas they’d decided to pile into Henry’s old four-person car instead of taking two separate vehicles. It’s a little bit cramped, and very hot with their combined body temperatures warming up the small space, but luckily enough, Jack had the foresight to fill one of their mini coolers with sodas and beer, squeezing it between his and Connor’s feet in the backseat.

Connor’s pretty sure he’d have already died of heatstroke if it weren’t for Jack’s smart thinking. His smarts are one of the few things Connor admires about him–As the brain of the group, Jack always has the solution for any problem, and he’s kind enough not to judge, either. Before Connor came out to Henry and Will, the two of them had found a gay porn magazine stashed beneath his dorm room bed, and all it had taken was a panicked look towards Jack for his friend to jump to his defense with an excuse about art majors and the human figure.

Connor is pretty sure that’s the moment he fell for Jack. (Fell hard.)

Unfortunately, his crush (which has since spiraled into something much more) is just about the one problem Jack can’t fix for him. Connor’s three closest friends may know that he plays for the other team now, but that doesn’t mean they share the sentiment at all. He’s spent a lot of time trying to convince himself otherwise, but he always circles back around to Jack being straight.

That doesn’t mean he can’t admire his friend from afar, though, and admire he does. Like now, for instance, as Jack lets out a long sigh and wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand still holding his beer can, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Damn, that was good,” he says, his voice low and smooth, turning to glance at Connor. “You’d better catch up, man. That was my second.”

“I’m almost done,” Connor retorts, lifting his own can to his lips. “Not everyone can swallow the whole can in one go.”

Jack lets out a huff of a laugh as Connor takes a few gulps of his second beer of the day, enjoying the crisp coldness of the drink as it trickles down his throat. “Weak,” Will jeers with a snort, turning back around in his seat to watch the open road. Connor narrows his eyes playfully at him, continuing to enjoy his beer.

“Hey, pass me a soda, would you?” Henry asks, taking one hand off the wheel and waving it in the direction of the cooler. “I don’t care what kind.”

“I got it,” Jack says, flipping the lid of the cooler and fishing out a can of ginger ale. “Must suck to have to stay sober this whole drive.”

“Whatever,” Will scoffs. “At least we won’t have to piss an hour more into the drive.”

“Caffeine is a diuretic, too, idiot,” Henry laughs, reaching back to take the offered can of soda. “But it doesn’t matter. We’ve got all the time in the world to get to the site. As long as we check in before dark, we can stop as many times as we want.”

I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me…

On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning.

I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something.

I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped.

The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there.

I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed.

I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing!

I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little.

In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk!

I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting.

“You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!”

Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!”

“Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it.

“It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways.

“Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed.

I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble.

“You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second.

“Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said.

I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing.

I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief!

My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

It starts with him just bouncing his knee, then he starts to squeeze his thighs together, and then he's wiggling his lower half non-stop.

He's rocking in his chair back and forth with his eyes glued to the screen. His need is still in the back of his mind, until a particularly urgent pang hits him and his hand flies to his crotch to squeeze himself. Which instantly gets him killed in-game.

“Dude, pay attention.” His friend snaps. They're normally competitive and are already losing.

He glances at the sodas on his desk, and suddenly the feeling of his bladder hits him hard. But he knows he can't ask to leave the game. If he asks for a bathroom break his friend will get annoyed, or even worse, tease him.

“S-sorry.” He mumbles. Trying to sound natural when he feels anything but calm. His bladder feels like a rock, and his dick twitches with the urgent pangs.

He tries to focus on his screen, but his hands feel flimsy and keep missing buttons, making aborted movements to his crotch before he catches himself. “Goddamn it.” He huffs, half in frustration and half in desperation.

Suddenly, his dick pulses harder. “A-ah!” he yelps as he feels a spurt of wet heat come out. Not having worn underwear today, it immediately saturates his pajama pants.

“What was that?” his friend laughs through the mic, “Did you just come in your pants?”

“Someone rounded the corner and it startled me.” He lies through clenched teeth, feeling his face go hot in embarrassment.

He tries to hold back a moan as his dick pushes out another trickle of piss. The liquid spilling down his inner thigh. He needs to do something fast, or he's going to piss all over his computer chair.

He grabs one of the empty soda bottles and fumbles to slip his dick out of his pajama pants. His bladder takes this as a memo that he's about to relieve himself and it spasms even harder. Piss dribbles down to where he's gripping himself tightly. He frantically tries to position himself against the bottle. Having to spread his thighs. As soon as his tip is shoved against the opening of the bottle his body lets go. A heavy, frantic stream of piss erupts out of him. The sound hissing against the plastic sounds so loud in his quiet room that he's worried his headset is picking it up. He tries his hardest to hold back his sighs of relief as he slumps back in his chair.

Except... He's really going at it. It's not stopping. And the bottle is getting close to full. He panics and clenches as hard as he can, his bladder angry with him. He hurries to put the now heavy and hot bottle onto his desk as he tries to grab another empty one. His dick, lying limp in his lap, dribbles stubbornly. “No, no, wait-” He squirms, trying to pry the cap off the new bottle. “Why won't this come off!?” A sharp pain stabs his bladder and he gasps. As he freezes in place, a flood of warmth spills out of him. His body has given up and so has he. He lets the bottle drop out of his hands and just watches as the piss soaks his pajamas. Then it starts splattering onto the floor in rivets. As the pain dissipates and he comes back to himself, he notices there are tears in his eyes and that he's panting heavily.

Also that his headset is still on.

Why do you look so apprehensive? Ah, I know. It's a little chilly tonight, isn't it? It's okay, you can have my jacket. Come on, it's only a 30 minute walk.

Are you okay, darling? You're walking a little funny. Are your shoes hurting you? If you want we can stop for a few minutes and rest. You look so uncomfortable, poor thing.

Are you sure you're okay? You keep stopping and you're practically doubled over, you look like you're in pain. Do you want some of my water?

Oh!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I should have asked if you had to pee before we left, you must be absolutely bursting after all those drinks we had. Look at you, stopping every few metres to press your legs together. You'll be okay, we'll get back soon.

Halfway there now, just keep walking baby. Or, shuffling, which seems to be all you can do at the moment. It's okay, you can hold yourself if you need to. Don't worry about what anyone else might think, just try to keep your shorts dry okay?

God, you look so pretty, squirming on the spot like that. You're shaking with the effort of holding it, do you think you can make it the rest of the way? You're doing so, so well.

What's that? Oh... how much? Spread your legs for me for a second and let me see, okay? Yeah, I can see a little wet spot on your shorts. No, it's okay, nobody else will notice. Our little secret. Do you think you can hold the rest?

Just try to get to the end of the street, okay? There's an alleyway and you can pee there, since it doesn't look like you're gonna be able to make it home without wetting yourself. Just a few more metres. Good girl, hold yourself tightly. Almost there.

I think you're leaking again, darling. The wet spot is a little bigger. It's okay, at least it's dark. Let me unbutton your shorts for you, then you can squat and pee while I keep watch. Just a few more seconds and you can relax and let it all out. It's gonna feel so, so good. You've done so well holding it for this long with just a few little leaks.

I... fuck. I think your zipper is stuck. I can't get it down, the fabric is snagged. No, don't panic, maybe we can just pull your shorts down. Oh God, baby, you're dripping. Just try to hold on, okay? Fuck, they're too tight to pull down.

I know, I know. I don't know what to suggest. God, pee is dribbling down your legs and you're still shaking with how hard you're trying not to completely flood your shorts. It's okay, just let go. Lean against me and just let it all out, I can see how badly you need to.

Good girl, don't stop, keep going until you're completely empty. Doesn't that feel good? You look so beautiful, shaking and moaning while you soak yourself like this. God, you have to go so badly, didn't you?

A sub is cuddling into their dom at the cinema. They had finished their large drink 20 minutes into the movie and was now just contently watching. Their dom has one arm wrapped around the sub and gently resting just above their abdomen. The sub starts to get restless and squirmy, having drank a large soda, it was all starting to catch up to their bladder, but the sub is too shy to tell their dom they need to go pee in the middle of the movie, plus public bathrooms were scary and gross. "no worries It's not too bad I can wait until the end" they think to themself and put their attention back on the movie to try and distract their mind from their growing desperation. 10 minutes pass and the sub is getting more and more desperate. Crossing their legs, trying to discreetly hold themself, but their dom still had their arm around them, making it difficult to do so discreetly. The sub tries to adjust their position only for the dom to whisper asking if they were alright. The sub replies that they need to pee a little but it wasn't that bad and cuddles back into their dom. The dom smirks and starts to run their fingers over their sub's thigh feeling them flinch but the sub does not say a word. After squirming a bit more the dom pats their lap gently for their sub to sit in order to cuddle easier. Not being disobedient, the sub ends up sitting on the dom's lap absolutely bursting to pee feeling like they could let it all go at any moment. Their dom decided to tease them while the sub was in this position and every so often would do something to make their sub almost leak. Applying light pressure to their abdomen, gently running their fingers over ticklish spots and thighs, while making sure the sub does not move from their lap. It gets so bad that the sub starts grinding on their dom's thigh to get some sort of pressure because their bladder is so full, squeezing their thighs around their dom's leg tightly, while their dom continues to tease the sub and even whispers little phrases like "awww are you getting wet darling" or "you're so horny when you're desperate" only turning the sub on more and making them need to pee even worse. The sub, now not paying any attention to the movie turns to face their dom laying their head on the dom's chest pressing and grinding as hard as they can into their dom's thigh because if they don't they'll lose it completely, all the while getting more and more horny.

My hair was messy, my makeup definitely needed retouched, and I smelled like breadsticks from my job. I was tired.

Adrien was leaning against the kitchen island on his phone as I ran in. I threw my purse onto the table and dropped my keys on the floor.

“Whats with the rush?” Adrien asked, genuinely concerned. I still hadn’t removed my hand from between my legs. I saw him see it, then look away.

“Um..”

I passed him without caring what he had to say. Just as I made it to the end of the living room to the bathroom door, I heard the shower turn on.

“No! Please-“ my begs got caught off as I heard a speaker begin to play, music so loud, he definitely wouldn’t hear me.

“No no no!” I felt my pussy throb, it was gonna come out any moment. There were tears in my eyes.

Adrien came over, “Yeah, Matthew just went in there.”

I pounded on the door, but it was practically vibrating from the volume. We had gotten noise complaints from his showers before, and Matthew always took the longest shower.

“Adrien, I have to pee so bad.”

He blushed down to his neck and looked away. I didn’t much care about making him uncomfortable. At that moment, i felt a drop hit my panties. I held on with both hands and thought about praying. I was twenty-two years old, I couldn’t pee myself. Especially in front of my roommates!

“Hey, uh, I can help. If you want.”

I was doing an embarrassing dance-jump move. My bladder was so full I thought I could see it.

“Anything, whatever, please!”

I thought he’d take me to a neighbor, I didn’t know if he knew any neighbors, and it would be incredibly embarrassing, but better than pissing my pants.

I thought of all the water I drank over my shift. I went to the bathroom once, forty minutes after I got to work and the shift quickly became a double.

Adrien pinned me against the wall next to the door, and holy fuck, it was vibrating. Matthew was going to get us kicked out of this apartment.

“Adrien, normally I’d love this-“

“Trust me, move your hands.”

“No! I’ll-I’ll pee!” I sniffled, there was no chance he’d find me attractive after this.

He reached down and unbuttoned my pants in one quick motion. The brush against my bladder caused a little spurt into my panties. Oh god, they had to be damp.

“Ill replace them, then you’ll put yours back. Trust me.”

He held eye contact, his eyes were so beautiful. I found myself dropping my hands and instantly regretting it as I felt another spurt.

“Im peeing! I’m peeing!”

“I got you, Diana. I got you,” he slid his hand down the front of my pants and held me over my panties, and goddamn if it didn’t work.

“Oh god, Adrien.”

“Its going to be okay.”

“Im so full, I gotta go so bad” that blush never left him, it was cute.

I placed my hands over my pants and pushed, pushing his hand harder on my pussy.

A full minute later, I found myself grinding onto his hand. It was completely involuntary. Whenever I’m near the boys I get horny, they don’t even have to do anything. Adrien had a special effect on me, and the proximity of his hand…

“Is that helping?”

I nodded, embarrassed.

“I can feel how wet your panties are” he breathed, looking at me in the eyes again. I looked away.

“Im sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He moved them out of the way in and instant, and then it was just his hand and my wet pussy.

“Adrien,” I breathed, well, kind of moaned. I pushed his hand harder into me and grinded some more.

“Holy fuck.” Adrien was looking down at what was happening under my clothes, concealed by my jeans.

Looking down, I saw his dick hard through his own jeans. What timing.

He moved again, so fast I didn’t notice until it was done, he shoved two fingers inside me. In that moment, I lost the pressure I needed and pee began to pour out of me.

“Adrien! You were-oh christ. Oh my god, Adrien.”

He finger fucked me while I pissed, it was so hot against my legs. I watched him watch my pants turn dark blue.

The relief along with his intensity of his skilled fingers had me coming the second I finished peeing.

“Oh my god, Diana, that was so hot.”

“Holy shit, I just peed my pants.”

“You did.”

I looked down at my soaked, ruined jeans and smiled, running my hand along the stain. I was a bit dizzy from the rush of it and the orgasm, I slumped against the wall and looked at him with my eyes half opened.

“You liked that,” his cock was so hard it was impossible not to notice. All that couldn’t be from fingering me.

He just looked at me, and then at my pants, and at me.

“You have a fucking piss kink!” I exclaimed, he continued to look at me and not say anything for a full moment while pissed pants cooled down.

“You enjoyed that, Diana, so I’d relax with the accusing.”

“No I-“

“Yes, you did. Your pussy was so wet when I touched you I almost slipped right off, and it wasn’t pee making it slick.”

His lips were quirked slightly on the side.

“You came because of the relief, not because of me.”

“Adrien-“

“So we will clean this up, before Matthew is done and the guys get home, and we will keep it between us. And who knows, maybe we will do it again.”

And then you’re told to sit on the toilet.. but you can’t go!!

You manage to get into the bathroom, it looks like relief but you sit down and feel SO ready to let go but you’re not allowed! You could release your whole bladder safely right now and you’re so ready to but you’re supposed to hold it! All of the pee you’re desperate to let out is at the surface, your hole is tickling and tingling and trying so hard to stay closed and all you can think about is peeing, peeing, need to pee, I could pee right now, god I need to pee right now!!

But you’re still holding on so the faucet gets turned on next to you.. not just on but to a trickling drip and you’re not allowed to use your hands to hold yourself anymore!

Now you’re sitting on the toilet, so desperate and begging to pee.. your hole is clenching and all you can hear is splashing, trickling little stream next to you. You’re shaking and clenching your legs together and there’s a leak about to come out; all you can hear is that faucet!!

And then you’re told to keep your legs apart- no more clenching together! You don’t know what to do, between the sound of the faucet and nothing to keep it all in, you’re squirming and you feel it… a leak squeezing through no matter how hard you’re trying to keep it in.. you’re wiggling your lower half trying not to but it comes out in a big spurt and you hear it drip into the toilet water.

I decide to help you, and reach over to grab your cock for you. I feel it twitching, but also you relax slightly with the help of my hand. “Need me to help? You can’t hold it yourself?”

You shake your head. “I..I…” God, it’s so hot when you’re like this. “I have to go, baby. I have to go now”

“Not on my bed.” I instruct, and feel your legs shake as another wave hits you. I stroke your cock, feeling you stiffen for brief moments - it’s difficult for you to stay hard when you’re this desperate. “You have to get to the bathroom. And when we’re there, you have to do as I say.”

I see you glance at my hand nervously. You need my help to make it there. You moan as I stroke you harder.

I am at your mercy, I want to go so bad, but I can't afford to get caught in the house. "Yes, I will do as you say" I respond, knowing I can't do anything else.

I kiss your neck and whisper “You have to make it to the first floor bathroom. Then we can play.” I guide your hand to my panties, and you can feel how damp they are.

“On the count of three…” I stroke your cock harder for these last seconds “let’s go down there”

“One more leak, please?” You beg, and I know you’re going to lose control when I let go. You’re on the edge. And I’m almost cumming just from watching.

I get ready to leak again, knowing how hard it will be to stop. I slip the top of my cock into the top of your panties, feeling your legs spread a little. Your breath catches as I try to position myself in your tiny panties, my hands around your waist. I position your hand around the base of my cock and whisper "you will have to squeeze hard to help me stop, even if you think you will hurt me"

I am squirming hard, bury my face in you and feel the next squirt come out. I try to hold the wave back, but it's too much. I squirt into your panties and feel you squeeze down to help me stop. I am not sure if it's enough, so I push against you, my cock against your pussy. It reacts immediately like all those times when I have seen you in tight shorts and stiffens, helping cut the flow of, but your panties and pussy are now covered with my warm pee.

“Good boy,” I whisper in your ear, and feel your sensitive cock twitch again. “You ready to go downstairs?”

You look down, and I can see you want to let more out. I can’t wait to watch you try to walk down the stairs without leaking on the floor. You know you’re a guest here, and have to behave.

“I’m soaked,” I look you in the eyes, then down at my piss soaked panties. You know I mean that in multiple ways, and I spread my legs, teasing you. “There’s nowhere else for you to leak…you have to make it.”

You nod, biting your lip, and I see you grip your thighs. “On my count…” I stroke your cock, turning over so I’m in the position we started in, my ass pressed against you. I push against your stiff cock and hear you moan faintly, your erection the only thing between you and an accident. I turn to look at you, “We go downstairs”

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I woke up this morning a little disappointed because even though I had a day off my husband had to go into work. Our schedules have not lined up in a while and we were both missing a day to ourselves. I got up to start my day and when I got into the bathroom I saw a note taped to the mirror. I got excited and giddy wondering what my husband could have written.

Good morning beautiful, Today I thought we could have a little bit of fun even though I have work. We’re going to play a game with you today so I hope you’re ready. Before you move to the toilet don’t. I’m controlling your bathroom use today. Every time you want to go to the bathroom text me and ask nicely. Hopefully I’ll be around my phone when you need me. You are not allowed to go to the bathroom without my permission first, I hope for your sake you don’t have to clean up any messes. I noticed that we needed to get some grocery shopping done and was also thinking we should get some decorations for halloween. It would be great if you could get that done today for us. I laid out an outfit for you on your dresser and have your lush charged next to it make sure you turn it on before you go out. I’ll be waiting for your text and I hope you have a fun day until I get home.

My face got red and I could feel the wetness growing between my legs. I felt so embarrassed reading that knowing everything that’s ahead of me. I definitely already needed to go to the bathroom so I nervously sent a text. After only a few seconds of being impatient I turned on the shower. This was so out of my normal routine it felt weird. I got into the shower hoping I’d get a text back soon. As I was getting clean I was starting to fantasize about what was going to happen today, my arousal was only growing. My fingers lingered over certain parts of my body only making my situation harder. I saw my phone light up and I quickly reached for it.

Good morning! I am glad to hear from you! I see you read my note and thank you for asking. Before you go to the bathroom I want you to finish getting ready, finish showering, brush your teeth, do your hair, do your makeup. You can go right before you put your clothes on and toy in. I hope you have a yummy breakfast!

I was glad he said yes, but I definitely was already very eager to go. I finished showering and went to brush my teeth. The running water made me squirm a bit. I may have rushed a bit getting ready so that I could pee, but I followed his demands. I was so relived to get to pee. I went back to my room to see what he had picked out for me. He had laid out jeans, underwear, and a sweater. There was no bra and I wasn’t sure if he forgot or if he didn’t want me to wear one, either way I decided to go without. When I looked in the mirror I realized that the sweater was semi see-though. I felt my pussy clench at this.

When I went downstairs I saw another small note. I made you a smoothie that is in the freezer. Don’t forget your cup of coffee and there is ice tea in the fridge. I was slightly nervous about all of the liquids without control of the bathroom, but also excited. I watched a couple episodes of tv while I had my coffee and my smoothie then I when to get ready to leave. I put some tea into a cup got my stuff together, turned my toy on and texted to say I was heading to the store.

I went off looking for some halloween decorations and as I was walking into the first store I felt vibrations start inside me. I moaned and hunched over in shock. Mortified I looked around to luckily see that no one was around me. I continued walking but it was far more challenging. After a while I felt myself getting close to cumming and I wasn’t sure what the rules were there. I sent him a message asking to cum. Only a second after it turned off and felt my phone vibrate. You are not allowed to cum until I get home, thank you for asking ❤️ While you’re out I want you to prove how horny you are. I want you to touch yourself 3 times while the toy is not running. I don’t care where you do it as long as you’re not in your car. Remember you’re not allowed into the bathroom without permission. I was disappointed and excited at the same time. Was a really hoping to cum in front of strangers?

I didn’t find anything I liked at the first store so I went into a second. This one was almost empty and had changing rooms. I snuck into one without anything to try on so that I could edge. When I reached into my pants I could feel how soaked my underwear was and looking at the mirror I could clearly my hard nipples pushing against my tight sweater. I got to an edge so quickly I decided to do it twice. Right as I was leaving this store I felt the low vibrations start again. When I sat down in my car I realized that the coffee, smoothie, and tea were really starting to hit me. It was almost 1:00 so I decided I was going to get some lunch and message my husband.

Panera sounds yummy I hope you got a large drink. Before you go to the bathroom I want you to finish two cups of whatever your drinking. I’ll turn your toy off so that you can edge yourself under the table like a good girl for me.

I was not relieved to hear I had two glasses to drink before I could pee as I was already a bit squirmy, but I was so turned on. I quickly downed one before I got my food. At the table I tried my hardest to discreetly unbutton my pants and slip my hand in. I couldn’t believe I was doing this right now. My underwear was absolutely soaked. I tried my best to act normal whiling getting myself so close to orgasm and the pressure in my bladder wasn’t helping. After I finished I asked again and he said yes as long as I was touching myself while I peed. I was a little skeptical, but glad I would get to go. 

I was on my way to last store for today, I had edged 4 times on mine own as well as some close calls from by husband. I was needing to pee again and excited for my husband to get home. Once I finished with all of my shopping I sent out a text letting him know I was on my way home.

Good girl, now I just have one more task for you. When you get home put everything away and then I want you to put a plug in. You may choose the size as well as put your nipple clamps on for me. Today is a beautiful day for a walk, so when you’re all ready go out and get some air.

I wasn’t going to get to pee before my walk which was going to make it harder, but I was so turned on. I got out a medium plug from our toys and the clamps like he asked. I needed to cum so badly, after twisting the clamps a few times I realized I could cum from about anything right now. I went outside and as I started walking the vibrations came back onto low. I could feel everything, the plug, the vibe, and the tightness on my nipples. The clamps were definitely noticeable under my sweater, but I was in such a horny daze my brain wasn’t working. I felt a twinge in my bladder and I was reminded just how badly I needed to go. The air was cool and this was absolutely not helping at all. By the time I made it back to our house my bladder was yelling at me and my underwear were drenched. I hadn’t leaked, but I was definitely close. With how wet my underwear already are any leak is going straight though. I noticed my husbands car in our driveway and I was so excited.

Hi beautiful! I hope you had a good walk. Here is a glass of water, I’m sure you’re thirsty from all of that walking. I accepted the water despite needing to go so badly. “Hi thank you, can I please go to the bathroom please. The last time was around 1 at panera and I’ve had so much to drink today” No, thank you for asking, but no. I think that you can hold it. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me and hold it? I nodded and whimpered feeling my bladder weaken. He led me into the kitchen, took my sweater off, and pulled at the chain connecting my clamps. He got out his phone and I was confused until I felt the vibrations come back. I begged for the chance to cum, but he continued to deny me. You look like you could use another drink, what do you think? I shook my head no and started to plead. You know I need to piss, so we might as well kill two birds with one stone. I let out a whimper as he pushed me down to my knees and started undoing his pants. We had only tried this a few times, but with how horny I was I immediately opened my mouth for him not even considering what this could do to my bladder. When his stream started I was gulping it down like my life depended on it, I was trying to get every drop. I couldn’t get it all and it was getting on my bare chest just a bit. Once he finished he grabbed my clamps and gave them a hard tug causing me to cry out. Good girl, I feel much better now, I really had a lot in there. Let’s get this piss off you before you start to smell. Maybe after a shower I’ll let you go. I felt my bladder weaken more and grabbed my crotch making him laugh at me.

I knew that the shower would be challenging, but I didn’t realize just how hard it would be to hold with the warm water running down my body. My husband was rubbing soap over my body as I tried to focus on breathing. I was squirming and kept crossing my legs just for him to separate them. While he was rubbing soap on me I didn’t think anything of the grin he has on his face until he pushed down on my bladder causing me to yelp and my bladder to give out just for a second. I slammed my hands between my legs to help stop the leak. Oh baby I thought you were going to be my good girl and hold it for me. That didn’t include letting any of it out, I wanted you could keep it all in. “I’m sorry sir, it was too much when you push on my bladder I couldn’t help it, my body just gave out. I promise I will be a good girl and hold the rest.” Good, but now since a bit got out you probably don’t need to go as bad so I think you’ll have to wait longer now to get to go. I could not wait longer and I tried to plead, but he stopped listening to me and just turned off the shower. He led me into our room and told me to lay down on the bed. I had my legs crossed, but he came back with a spreader bar and a riding crop. Despite my pleads again about not being able to hold it if he used the bar he did not listen and stretched my legs out. Since you decided not to listen and let out some instead of getting to cum a nice way you’re going to cum on this riding crop. However, if you let out another big leak you won’t get to cum at all and I’ll leave the toy and a plug in all night on a low enough setting so that you can’t cum. Understood?” I shook my head vigorously. I needed to cum so badly I knew it would be embarrassing how fast I would cum from getting smacked on my clit.