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: 4,573 Thirty minutes later, they still hadn't moved and Ben was beside himself with worry. He was teetering closer and closer to the edge of losing control. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. If only he knew how long he still had to wait. If he knew there would be relief in 15 minutes, he could make it. But what if they didn't move for another hour? What if they didn't move for another two hours? Surely, that must have been his over-active imagination, creating nightmare scenarios. Surely, she had not just said what he thought she said.

I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better." The reply was curt; almost hurt. But Sol couldn't care about whether Damien was hurt or not. All he could care about was his bladder; his full and bursting bladder. He leaned forward, biting his lip harshly as his other hand joined him in his lap, squeezing rhythmically. His abdomen sloshed and pulsed with desire; but Sol just strapped on his seat belt, squirming feverishly, and told it to calm down. Now, Sol's father had never been the nicest man, and although he was never quite abusive or outright mean, he was very big on being a man and not showing weakness. Always stern and rarely showing love or affection, his father had been quite unnerved by Sol's accident. Instead of offering support, he had told Sol he was acting like a girl and that that was the definition of weak. Sol could still remember the words his father had said to him before he'd went to bed that night. "My son would never do something as weak as this. You may live in this house, and I may support you with money and shelter, but you are, and never will again be considered my son." Stories about male desperation and the country houses. Each story is to be read on its own, though they are in the same collection. Words: 32,006 Works: 10 Bookmarks: 2He 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. Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." I was about seven. It was awful! I just stood there and let it happen and then all the kids standing next to me started screaming and going "aeeeee" and laughing. I can top that one! When I was at school we had one lad wet himself during one of the GCSE exams, believe it or not. He'd been in the same class as me throughout secondary school so I knew him quite well and although he wasn't an out-going bloke, he wasn't particularly shy either. I never really did know what happened but we were all sitting in the hall taking the exam and he was a couple of desks in front of me and suddenly there was this weird splattering noise and he was sitting there going in his pants!! Anti likes humiliation, Dark comes up with an idea to add a whole new sense to humiliation. Language: English Words: 815 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 15 Kudos: 294 Bookmarks: 15 Hits: 10,291

Then, thankfully, the plane finally started to move. The thought of the delightful relief he would experience in a few minutes caused him to lose his concentration for a second and to his utter and complete horror he felt a small spurt of piss escape into his pants. He shut it down forcefully. This was not happening. He was a grown-up. Grown-ups didn't pee themselves. Especially not on planes. As a way to congratulate Finn and Rachel on their engagement, Rachel’s dads invite Finn and his family over for dinner and a musical performance at the Berry household, and then both parents agree that their children are ready to spend the night together, and in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, Rachel’s dad are all for letting Finn and Rachel use Rachel’s bed and bath room for their night together. You can use the restroom when we are in the air. Please take your seat now." Her voice was friendly, but insistent.A little", he admitted, glad that he other gut put his fidgeting down to a fear of flying. The man next to him nodded. 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. Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony. Traffic freed. All at once, Damien was driving smoothly down the highway. "We're out of traffic," Damien breathed in relief. "Okay, hang on. I'm taking you to the hospital."

Oh, yeah, and they're thieves trying to perform a robbery. So it's kind of a problem.] Language: English Words: 24,580 Chapters: 7/500 Comments: 27 Kudos: 572 Bookmarks: 29 Hits: 85,589 ficlets about wetting, desperation, and all things pee. Lots of male/male. All stories are disconnected and noncontinuous, ranging around one thousand words. 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.Finally, the elevator came and we both went in. There was nobody else. I pressed the 10 button and the girl pressed the 12 button with a faint and somewhat nervous smile. The elevator started, smooth as usual. But suddenly, between the 5th and the 6th floor, there was a shaking and the elevator suddenly stopped in between the floors. There was still electric light inside the elevator, so it cannot have been a complete power failure, but there was obviously some problem. Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" Whenever high school gets boring, Earl is there to spice things up. He spreads rumors. He reveals cheating scandals online. He works his magic behind-the-scenes, bringing drama into the mediocrity that is high school life. 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.

Excuse me, miss. I think there is something wrong. Whoever is in there is taking an awfully long time." Damien would help Sol realize what a wonderful person he was, and he would help Sol get over the crushing words from his father. Niall frowned. “I need you for the rest of this mission. It’s not like I don’t have to go too.” Language: English Words: 31,264 Chapters: 10/10 Comments: 31 Kudos: 332 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 58,498 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. All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore.

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

He let go and the torrent started up once more. He moaned in pure pleasure already afraid of the moment when he would have to clamp down again, which would come all to soon. Even through the haze, he heard the sound of frantic movement on fabric next to him and a small grunt, then there was silence. Language: English Words: 69,148 Chapters: 99/100 Comments: 192 Kudos: 750 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 38,755 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. A scene from the same miserable morning in the life of the avocados, told from Foggy’s, Karen’s and Matt’s points of view respectively. Language: English Words: 3,712 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 20 Kudos: 168 Bookmarks: 18 Hits: 4,183