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my bf has to take trips a lot (like monthly for 3 days BUT ITS A LOT OKAY I MISS HIM) and when he’s coming back he tries to edge himself or hold his piss so that as soon as i see him he just starts begging…
like he’s genuinely come back and just gotten straight on his knees begging to piss himself. he came in, locked the door, and just got straight on his knees and looked up at me with the widest teariest eyes just begging please please please. AHHHHHH
and yes it happened tdy again and so i’m posting about it whatever
One of my favorite tropes that I don't see often is someone either pissing themselves or barely making it, but the piss feels so good they immediately start jerking off when they're done.
Aw you need to use the bathroom? But I’m so fucking horny, and I really want to fuck you. Don’t you want mommy to fuck you? Oh, but you still need to use the bathroom? Cmon I’ll be really quick, you can use the bathroom after. Putting you on your stomach makes it worse? No way, this is just the only position that really feels good, baby. Just enjoy it. Don’t think about having to pee. Don’t think about making a mess on Mommy’s cock because you couldn’t hold it anymore
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The puddle spread quickly, steaming, until it lapped at the soles of his shoes.
He was already bursting.
Every muscle in his lower body was tense, thighs squeezed together, breath shallow. His belt dug cruelly into his abdomen, pressing into the rock-hard swell of his overfull bladder. He sat hunched on the edge of a low bench, jaw tight, hands gripping his knees. His hair clung to the sides of his flushed face.
And the worst part?
He wasn’t alone.
“You’re squirming,” the voice behind him said, amused. Playful. Dangerous.
“Shut up.” His voice cracked. His legs shifted restlessly, one heel tapping the floor. "Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” The other leaned closer, breath brushing his ear. “Don’t mention how you're shaking? Or how red your face is? Or…”
A hand slid around his waist. He flinched.
“Don’t touch—” he snapped, but the hand was already there, fingers pressing gently against his lower stomach.
It was like being punched. The pressure sent an electric jolt through his body, and a hot, shameful spurt escaped before he could stop it—just enough to dampen his underwear. His legs snapped shut, hands flying to his crotch. He let out a low, desperate whimper.
“Ohhh… you really are full,” the other said, mockingly tender. “It must hurt.”
He bit his lip hard. His eyes shimmered. He couldn’t speak.
Then the hand pushed harder.
He doubled forward with a cry. Another jet of urine forced its way out of him, soaking into the front of his pants. His muscles trembled. The teasing voice didn’t stop.
“You should just let it go,” they whispered. “You know you’re not gonna make it.”
He shook his head furiously, tears slipping down his cheeks. “N-no. I can still—”
But his body had reached its limit.
It started slow—a few more hot spurts, unstoppable now, soaking through his jeans. Then, with a long, broken sob, the floodgates opened.
A gush tore through him. His whole body jerked as piss burst out with a loud hiss, pouring into his jeans with force. The heat spread instantly, soaking down his thighs and pooling beneath him. The sound was obscene—splattering, gushing, the wet hiss echoing off the walls.
He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. The relief was dizzying, overwhelming. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry, slumping forward as the piss thundered out of him, drenching everything. His belt pressed cruelly against the stream, splitting it so it poured in all directions—down his legs, across the seat, onto the floor.
He sat there, soaked, panting, face flushed and streaked with tears, pants heavy with shameful warmth.
The one who teased him didn’t speak now—only watched, lips parted in awe, as the boy shook and whimpered through it. A full minute passed before the hiss finally faded into dripping. Even then, his body gave a few exhausted spurts before it stopped.
“See?” the other finally whispered. “Didn’t that feel good?”
Begging my dom to let me have a piss before bed after they've forced glass after glass of water down me. Being scolded for asking and told that I'm just a toy, toys don't need to use the bathroom. Lying there beside them in bed, their hands lightly cupping my lower stomach. Feeling them give my bulging bladder an occasional delicate press that makes me hiss through my teeth and wriggle my hips. Straining everything to try and last til morning when they might be generous enough to give me permission for the toilet at last. Unable to sleep because I know I'll wet their sheets if I let myself drift off. Just stuck holding for hours, hands between my thighs, aching and bursting but too devoted to disobey.
thinking about being made to hold and needing to go really bad absolutely bursting n can't keep still at all and im begging them to "just please let me go to the bathroom" and they tell me okay so i rush in and just as im in front of the toilet about to pull my pants down they stop me and im real confused cause they just told me i could go and they say "i said you could go to the bathroom, never said anything about you using it" and then maybe my bladder just gives out right then and there😖
When he’s addicted to fucking you with your bladder achingly full because of how tight it makes you as you desperately try to hang on to your bodily function. He loves the hot bulge of your full bladder against his cock inside you. He told you this morning he was going fuck your tight little bladder. He’s made sure you have been drinking all day juice, water, iced coffee, Gatorade - you are frantic to piss and he keeps hitting your bladder with every thrust while you cry desperately. If only your wrists weren’t tied to the bed.
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what if you sat in my lap and we made out all sloppy and you needed to pee really badly and I started jerking you off to help you distract yourself but you couldn't hold it and kept letting out little spurts of piss all over my hand and made everything even wetter and both of us hornier
just letting my mind wander and my brain thought of this: there’s a line in the men’s room at an event, and one of the guys ahead of you is so desperate he’s bent over. his buddy is next to him with a hand on his back. they’re a little ways back from the front of the line. the line moves forward but this guy can’t seem to move. he’s squeezing his penis hard through is pants, his face contorted in agony. his friend tugs gently at his arm. “C'mon man you’re almost there…” the desperate guy shuffles forward without separating his legs.
a couple moments pass and you hear the desperate guy whisper to his friend, “i can’t hold it, dude. it’s starting to come out.” his friend glances down at him, then toward the front of the line. they’re only three people away. as the guy at the front of the line is about to step up to a urinal, the friend asks, “hey, can we please cut ahead of you?” he gestures at his struggling friend and the slowly leaking penis clutched through the fabric of his pants. the guy at the front of the line hesitates, but proceeds to the urinal. the friend turns to the next guy in line. “please,” he says. “he’s starting to have an accident.”
blessedly, that guy waves them forward. the desperate guy lags behind even as his friend tries to pull him forward. the friend scans the line of urinals, trying to predict which one will open up next. finally, a man on the far right zips up and moves toward the sinks.
“c'mon,” the friend says, practically dragging the desperate guy along. “just a couple-”
“god, no. NO! I’M PISSING!” the desperate guy cries out, stopping dead in his tracks only steps from then open urinal, his legs twisted desperately against each other. a dark spot emerges on his pants from under his tightly gripped hands. he let’s out a sob of defeat.
his friend looks back, his eyes wide with surprise. instantly his hands are at the guy’s fly, shoving the futilely clutching hands out of the way and unfastening the button and zipper. another spurt darkens the fabric of the guy’s pants, this time creeping down his thigh in a hot stream.
“I can’t hold it,” the desperate guy sobs, truly crying now. “I’m peeing. I’m sorry…” he gives in. the hiss of pee flooding into his pants is audible even from where you are standing in line. his leg is dark to the knee, and some pee drips from his bent knee onto the floor.
with deft fingers, his friend grabs the guy’s penis inside his pants and works it free from his boxers. piss streams from the tip and sprays wildly as he pulls it free into the open air. urine splatters onto the floor, and a couple guys at nearby urinals try to move away even as they are releasing their own pee.
“come on,” the friend urges, pulling the guy forward by his shoulder and his forcefully peeing penis. as they stride through the puddle of pee he’s made on the floor, the friend tries to aim the stream into the urinal which causes some to splash back in all directions until they’re close enough that he can point his friend’s penis at the drain.
you watch, mesmerized, as the guy pees. both of their shoes are wet with urine and tears are still streaming down the guy’s face that’s now red with embarrassment. his friend reaches up and wipes the tears from the guy’s cheek, still carefuly aiming the steady stream down. he rubs the guy’s back as he continues to go.
two more people step up to the urinals, relieve themselves, and move to the sinks before the guy finally stops peeing. the urinal next to them frees up, and you stride toward it, fishing your own penis free of your pants as you step carefully over the puddle that crept along the tiles. you relax and start to piss as you watch them from the corner of your eye.
the friend gives the penis in his hand a gentle squeeze and shake, then carefully tucks it away into the guy’s pants.
finally, the guy seems to come out of his trance, and with shaking hands he buttons and zips his pee-saturated pants. “I… I just wet my pants,” he says, astonished, staring down at the pee stain that’s crept even further down his leg.
“hey, it’s okay,” his friends says, placing a hand on his friend’s chest. “it happens.” he coaxes his friend over to the sink where he gives him a handful of paper towels.
you finish relieving yourself and head over to wash your hands. the guy is dabbing uselessly at his wet pants. you can see he’s near tears again as his friend takes more paper towels over to mop up the puddle of urine they created on the floor.
laying on the bathroom floor??? damn that sounds uncomfortable you must be seriously desperate if you can't wait to get somewhere better lol. what's your favorite way to get yourself off?
My bladder is sensitive so I know I'll need to go again soon. Currently fucking myself with a dildo
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