Male Pee Desperation Omorashi Bundle #1

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Damien must have heard the whimper. "Is it that bad?" He asked from the front, voice filled with concern. Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust. When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless. Damien started saying, "Oka-" but it was cut off with, "Oh, shit." The car rode for a moment, before coming to an abrupt stop.

Everything is wrong, but it's not medical. Or maybe it was medical. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Other people never had these kinds of problems at seventeen, did they? Sol moaned loudly, body wrenching forward, hands jammed in his crotch. His boxers were wet and damp, encouraging the rest of his bladder to pour over them. Sol winced and squeezed and wriggled. He couldn't give in. He couldn't- Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more.A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100. Series We are having a little technical problem, sir. It is not possible to use the restroom at this moment." Dami-ien-" Sol was still shaking, but he felt a long leak stream into his pants. "I'm so - I'm so sorry - but I need to..." he curled deeply, whimpering as he forced his bladder to hold everything in. Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast. He went to take his seat, which of course was at the very end of the plane. He tried to hurry, feeling the glare from some of the other passengers, but it's really hard when he had to pee worse than he ever had to before in his life. Oh God, why didn't he just go after he got off the train. To hell with making the bloody flight.

Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" Apparently, his mind took that as the final cue and he let go, utterly and completely. The piss shot out of him with an incredible force and after a few seconds he could hear a tearing sound. The bag was clearly not made for this kind of assault. He was peeing on the floor now, but it was out of his control. A huge puddle was forming below him, his shoes were being splattered, but all that Ben felt was an incredible, unbelievable sense of relief. He was sure shame and guilt would be soon to follow, but what he felt right now was just relief, blessed relief. Sol gasped softly as his bladder replied with an urgent yes, a spurt of pee spilling from his bladder and into the fabric of his boxers. The pee was warm and moist, and incredibly nice to let out, but it sent Sol into a deep pit of fear. Both his hands squeezed harder, and he shifted his bum on the seat, bending forward deeply. Don't wet yourself, he pleaded to his bladder. You're going to lose everything if you do. Sol writhed in his seat, pale and moaning with desperation. He focussed all of his mind, all of his will power and stopping the flow. He managed to restrain it to spurts, but that was all. He was about to lose it completely and there was nowhere to go. He closed the bottle again, so at least he wouldn't add the liquid in there to the mess that was about to unfold itself. At least his pants were still almost dry. Which couldn't be said for the floor. He noticed he's starting to sweat from the constant effort of clenching his muscles as tight as possible, scared of the consequences if he should relax them even in the slightest. Oh God, why isn't the damn plane taking off already? He pressed his thighs together firmly, praying to whatever deity might be willing to help him out of this with his dignity intact.

The smell of pee invaded his nostrils. He was still out of his pants and it took an incredible effort not to continue letting go just there and then. Why did he keep fighting the inevitable anyway? Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks.

He made the last few meters and gripped the handle. The door wouldn't open. It was like a nightmare come true. He moved the handle several more times, unable to accept this cruel turn of fate. Surely, there hadn't been anybody leaving their seat to use the bathroom before him, had there? He couldn't recall seeing anyone. Then again, he had been quite busy trying not to piss himself. He hated himself at that moment. For being gay, for having a small bladder, for being so stupid as to let it get this bad. When he stood, he had a horrifying moment when he thought he would not be able to walk to the toilets. He bent over slightly, cursing silently. He was in plain view again, which meant he also couldn't use his hand anymore. He started to move slowly, focussing on maintaining control. It was not so far, he could make it. or; Billy's gotta go. Steve's not gonna let him. Language: English Words: 9,158 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 44 Kudos: 245 Bookmarks: 34 Hits: 4,577 Yeah, yeah, sure." Damien's face was crumpled with worry. "You sure you're alright though? It's not an ulcer or anything, right? Want pain meds? I have Advil. I always bring Advil-"

CONTENT WARNING!!!

One of you,” Natasha spat grumpily as she stalked her way to the bustling early morning chatter of the common room, “doesn’t know how to aim. If I end up sitting in a puddle of grown men’s piss again, you’re all sleeping with your eyes open. Capische?” You can use the restroom when we are in the air. Please take your seat now." Her voice was friendly, but insistent. He turned a corner and saw the final upward climb leading to the plane's entrance. He could see a stewardess waiting at the top and he reluctantly let go of himself and tried to straighten out his gait a little. Oh God, this was torture. After what seemed like an eternity he arrived at the top, greeting the stewardess with a pained smile.

Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" There was nothing for it, he would just have to beg the stewardess to let him use the bathroom. When one of them walked by their aisle, he stopped her with pleading look. It was the same one that had stopped him from using the facilities earlier. Crap. No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to. Unfortunately. Language: English Words: 3,509 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 9 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 2,947 I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case...

What can I say, It's what I love.

Dinner at the pizza place, and drinks afterwards." Sol bumped his hip to Damien's. "You need better memory." I'm afraid there is nothing we can do at the moment. We will let you know the moment there is a change in the situation. Please take your seat in the meanwhile."