Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with. I'm sorry," Sol finally whimpered out into Damien's chest. Damien just held him tightly, the both of them standing there in place. The night was cool and quiet aside from a few chirping birds, the tree branches rustling and creaking. Sol's sobs quieted down, until he was resting sleepily on Damien's chest, eyes closing from exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling, even as he stilled. "So sorry for everything." Sure?" Damien pressed. "You've ate more than that and your stomach never hurt before. Are you sure it's not a virus? What if it's food poisoni-"

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 Everything crumpled around him; he broke into a tearful mess, hands squeezing, pale and shaking with desperation.

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J-fred is in the middle of recording. Which goes along well, until he realizes he's waited much too long to use the bathroom. 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.

I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -" Robbing banks is thirsty work. Language: English Words: 3,113 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,269

And then Sol's father. Damien couldn't think about it anymore; his own eyes were burning with tears that he refused to let fall. He hated Sol's father at that moment. Oh...god.." Sol's bladder contracted hard, and a long leak streamed past. Sol squeezed himself hard. "Please, please, hold it..." he whispered to himself. As a fourteen-year old, it was quite literally the end of the world if he pissed himself in front of all of his classmates. Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. A splash of pee hit the inside of his legs, warmly sliding down his skin. Tears brimmed Sol's eyes, dying to fall, much like the pee inside of his stomach.