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You might appreciate this experience. When I was in my early 20s I applied for a job that required a fairly comprehensive physical exam. I showed up to the clinic, filled out the forms, and was ushered into an exam room. I was told to strip down to my underwear and given a paper exam gown to wear. I sat down on the exam table, idly kicking my feet as I waited.

After a few minutes, the doctor came in. She was in her 40s, wearing a professional looking tweed pencil skirt suit & a modest silk blouse. She was pleasant looking in a "middle aged mom" sort of way. Her demeanor was friendly, but direct & businesslike. She was not there to waste time & was very much in charge of the situation.

She started by asking me questions about my health history - allergies, injuries, sicknesses. Then she started asking about my sexual history.

"Are you sexually active?"

"Yes."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"It's been about a month."

"Do you masturbate regularly?"

I could feel my face getting hot and I knew I was blushing as I stammered out a response.

"Um, y-yes."

She flashed a knowing little smile.

"How often?"

"Almost every day."

"That's very typical for a man your age, especially one who hasn't had sex in a month. Have you masturbated today?"

"N-no. Not yet."

Another smile. It felt like she was enjoying putting me on the spot but these perfectly reasonable medical questions.

"Have you ever engaged in any risky sexual behaviors?"

"What do you mean?"

"Unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, sex with another man, exchanging sex for money or drugs, things like that."

"Unprotected vaginal and anal sex.*

Another smile, this one a bit more devious.

"The unprotected anal sex, was that with a woman or man? Were you giving or receiving?"

Now I was absolutely mortified but I knew she expected an answer.

"Um, i-i-it was a woman. I gave."

She gave me a little lecture about safe sex practices, then asked a few more questions about my family history.

We moved on to the normal physical exam - eyes, nose, throat, reflexes. She stepped nearer to me, basically straddling my leg so my knee was up against her crotch. She pulled out her stethoscope to check my heart and lungs. As she got closer, I could smell her perfume & it went straight to my head. After that, she palpated my neck and jaw, checking my glands. Every time she leaned in, I could feel her grind on my knee. It didn't feel sexual, more just a function of her trying to examine a bigger, taller patient, but being that close to a woman who was completely in control was having an effect on me.

Then she had me lay flat on my back and pull the gown up to my chest. My cock had started to swell up a bit, with my loose boxers doing nothing to hold me in place. I prayed she wouldn't notice.

She listened to my bowels with the stethoscope, then began probing my abdomen with her fingertips.

"Any pain or tenderness?"

"No."

She worked her way down my torso until she was pushing right at the waistband of my boxers. She then pushed on my hips, one hand on each side.

"Any pain in your hips or lower back when I do this?"

"No."

By this point, I was semi-erect and starting to tent my underwear. She said nothing but her little smile had turned into a smirk.

"I'm going to take your pulse and check your respiration."

She grabbed my wrist with one hand and gently laid the other on my chest for a few seconds.

"Now I'm going to check the lymph nodes in your armpits. Please lift your arms above your head."

As she reached her fingers into my pits, the heels of her hands grazed my nipples. That sent shockwaves directly to my crotch. I let out the tiniest little squeak as my dick twitched noticeably. Again, a smirk.

"OK, stand up and drop your underwear. Time for a hernia check."

I slid my boxers down to my ankles.

"Just go ahead and remove them completely, please. I also need to check for testicular cancer so you'll need to spread your legs a little bit for me."

As I stood there, feet shoulder width apart, with my gown pulled up above my waist, she rolled a stool over so she was now eye level with my genitals. I was trembling with embarrassment because I was swollen up enough to begin defying gravity.

She moved her pinky up deep into my crotch and said "Cough for me." She moved to the other side and repeated the process.

After the hernia check, she began to roll my testicles around in her fingers. She gave each one a firm squeeze, with just enough pressure for me to let out a little grunt each time.

"Good. No lumps, bumps, or abnormalities. Firm but not hard. Do you do a regular testicular exam? Testicular cancer is the #1 cancer in men your age and self exams are the best way to catch it early."

I bleated out a pathetic little "Yes" to her question because I was about ready to pass out. I realized I had been holding my breath through the entire exam to avoid moaning out loud.

True to her direct nature, she calmly addressed the situation.

"Please don't be embarrassed by getting an erection. It's perfectly normal, especially for a young man who hasn't had sex in a month and who hasn't masturbated yet today. Besides, it gives me a chance to see if your erection is normal or if there are any strange curves or deformities. Everything looks good."

I was simultaneously embarrassed she mentioned it, relieved by her reassurances, and also aroused by how casually blunt she was. Thankfully, the throbbing started to subside a bit once she cut the tension.

"OK, turn around and bend over at the waist. I need to check for scoliosis."

I did as I was told. I was completely naked except for the gown hanging loosely off my shoulders. I felt utterly vulnerable. She stood directly behind me with one hand on each hip. Then she ran one hand up my spine and all the way back down to where my coccyx disappeared into the crack my ass. The small of my back has always been sensitive so this sent a shiver through my entire body.

"OK, you can get dressed and hop back up on the table."

While I was reaching for my underwear, she looked at my chart for a minute, frowned, then said, "Wait. Hold on a second. I'm sorry. I messed up a bit. This is a little out sequence but I need to check your hip and knee mobility. Hop back on the table and lay back. Just relax and let me move your legs. Don't try to help me, don't fight me."

Without thinking, I said "Yes, Ma'am."

There was her trademark smirk again. I laid back, naked from the waist down, with the gown bunched up around my chest. Somehow, having the gown on but covering nothing important made me feel more exposed than if I had been completely naked.

She flexed my knee and rolled it in, then out, then up toward my chest. Then she moved to the other leg and repeated the sequence. The entire time she was doing all of this, my cock and balls were flopping around, back and forth. I could feel drops of precum oozing out and trailing across my thighs and stomach.

Then she put one hand on each knee and pushed them apart until I looked like a frog. After that, she pushed both knees back up to my chest. Everything below the waist was completely exposed, including my ass. It was a whole new level of vulnerability and I could feel myself swelling up again.

"OK, good range of motion. No problems with flexibility or joint mobility. Go ahead and sit up."

She looked at the chart again and said, "Well, that's about it. You're in great shape and you won't have any trouble with the job. There's only one last test I could do. It's not required for, or typically performed on, a man your age but since you're here, I thought I'd offer it."

"What's that, Doctor?"

"Have you ever had a prostate exam? Like I said, you're a little young to worry about prostate cancer but it might be a good idea to take a look. Also, I would be able to check for hemorrhoids or any abnormalities. It's purely voluntary but I wanted to make it available because we have the opportunity."

She raised an eyebrow at me and again shot me that mischievous little grin. She said it was voluntary but I felt like I would disappoint her if I didn't say yes and I didn't want to disappoint her. Also, I was honestly, more than a little intrigued by the idea. I managed to pull myself together enough to sound at least a little nonchalant about the whole thing. "Well, since I'm here, and since it's free..."

"Great. Stand up and bend over with your elbows on the table."

I heard her rummaging in a drawer, heard her snap on a fresh pair of gloves, then heard a wet heavy sound as she squeezed out a bead of lubricant.

"This will feel a little cold. As I apply pressure, bear down like you're going to the bathroom and try to relax."

I felt the cold of the lube on my hole and immediately tensed up.

"Relax now. It will be a whole lot more comfortable for you if you let me in."

She proceeded to rub me gently while applying steady pressure. I felt myself open up a little and the tip of her finger slipped in.

"Good boy. Take a deep breath, release, and bear down. I'll go slow."

I could feel every millimeter of her finger as she worked it in bit by bit. Soon she was all the way in and my breath was coming in ragged little gasps. I could feel her wiggling and probing inside me. I let out an involuntary little whimper.

"Are you OK?"

"Y-y-yeah."

"Am I hurting you?"

Without really thinking I blurted out a soft, sharp "God no!"

"Good. You know, a lot of men find this kind of stimulation very pleasurable. There are a lot of nerve endings in the anus that are tied in with the penis and the prostate gland is involved in the male orgasmic response."

When she said "orgasmic" my whole body shuddered and I bit my tongue to keep from making a noise.

"OK, your prostate is a little deeper than average and I'm having a hard time reaching it for the examination. I need to change my angle a little bit. Lay your chest flat on the table."

With that, she slid her free hand up to the small of my back and pushed me down. She also pulled her finger out and used that hand to lift my hips up a bit.

"Arch your back for me."

As I raised my ass and sunk down onto my chest, I heard her apply more lube to her glove. I felt very small, and for the first time ever, submissive.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm going to insert two fingers so I can push in deeper. Same as last time, relax and bear down. It should be easier this time."

She slowly worked her middle and ring fingers in. As she did, my sense of self control faded away. I was whimpering and shaking as she slipped further into me.

"You're really quite receptive to anal stimulation. Again, that's normal and has nothing to do with your sexual orientation. However, if you ever decide to receive another man anally, remember to protect yourself and practice safe sex."

I was about to protest her statement about receiving men but that was about the time her fingers found some place inside me I didn't know existed. My knees went weak and I let out an involuntary moan. She had found my prostate.

"There we are. Excellent. Now I'm going to check all the lobes."

I could feel her fingers gently probing and pushing on that spot inside me. I could feel precum starting to ooze out as she felt around. I moaned again, louder and more freely. I arched my back more and pushed back onto her, not caring how I looked or sounded. I mumbled out a quiet "Oh fuck" as she continued to work her fingers around, even briefly thrusting them in and out. I started to wonder if I could cum this way because it felt so good.

Then she suddenly stopped and pulled out. I immediately missed the sensation and let out a gasp of protest. Her voice was calm and sweet, but very professional.

"Alright, we're done here. Everything feels normal. No abnormalities. Your prostate is a little swollen but that's to be expected considering you've reached a high level of sexual arousal. Again, it's all very natural. Here are some wipes. I'm going to step outside and let you get cleaned up."

Then she looked directly at me with that same amused expression and said, "If you feel the need to, um, relieve any 'tension', please make sure you clean up after yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that, she snapped off her gloves and left the room. As I straightened up, I felt a long bead of precum hanging from the wet tip of my cock, reaching almost all the way to the floor.

I stood there dumbly for a minute trying to process what happened. I needed to cum really bad but I also felt a huge weight of embarrassment crush down on me. Was I really just humping myself onto the doctor's fingers as she performed a medical procedure? Was it 100% professional or was she teasing me on purpose? Did she just give me permission to jack off as long as I didn't make a mess? How long did I have until she came back? What if she walked in while I was stroking? Why was my ass so sensitive? What the actual fuck just happened?!

I was kind of freaked out and even though I was horny as hell, I decided I needed to get cleaned up and get out of there before I got in any trouble.

When the doctor returned, it was like nothing weird had happened, like the doctor didn't just have two fingers deep in my ass and wasn't making me moan like a slut. If she was teasing me on purpose, she gave no indication at all. She also gave no indication that she was upset with me or that I had behaved badly.

We just talked about the physical requirements of the job and she gave me advice about avoiding workplace injuries and heat stroke. As we wrapped up, she asked me if I had any last questions. I was going to say something about the exam but thought better of it. I just said "No questions. I'm good."

"OK, we're done. It was nice meeting you. Best of luck with the new job."

She got up to escort me to the door. Just before she opened it, she turned and said, "I know you just got your world rocked quite a bit. I also know this won't be your last experience with anal play. You liked it way too much to stop here. Just remember what we talked about, OK? Go slow, use lots of lube, and be safe."

With that, she left the room and went down the hall to her office. I've been a sucker for strong women and femdom since that day. And that may have been my first experience with anal/prostate play but it definitely wasn't the last.

Wow! I wasn't expecting this. Your ability to recall, structure the events clearly, and create suspense is applaudable.

Oh she was certainly teasing a bit because why would she call you good boy? lmaooo

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thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.

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An Unforgettable Date

Part 1: The Stuck Zipper 

Really long self indulgent writing! Woo! New character too. Through the pov of a girl. 

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7 omorashi challenges to make certain chores more fun

1. Before you go to the grocery store, drink a lot of water. You’re not allowed to pee until you get back home.

2. Wait to clean the bathroom until you’re super desperate.

3. Make a list of all the chores you have to do and drink a glass of water after each one is done.

4. Wash your dishes in warm water while desperate.

5. Drink a lot of water before putting your laundry in. You’re not allowed to pee until all of it is done and put away.

6. Clean while desperate and instead of listening to music listen to water noises.

7. Before your morning pee, you have to make your bed perfectly.

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Challenge: Stop'n'Go

Challenge type: Omorash/Pee-holding, bladder control

Time to complete: 1 day(preparation), 2-8 hours(actual challenge)

NOTE: If you feel sick or can’t drink another glass, then don’t continue! Listen to your body and make sure you continue safely.

This challenge will be using Rapid Desperation. Put simply, you need to spend a day drinking only water and going as often as you can. Even if it’s just a little bit, go. When your pee is almost clear, you’re ready to start.

EASY MODE:

Empty your bladder, then begin with a glass of water. Once you feel an urge, use the bathroom, but you are not allowed to fully empty your bladder. You’re allowed to pee for as long as you want to, but do not empty your bladder. After two hours have passed, you may fully empty your bladder.

NORMAL MODE:

Empty your bladder, then drink two glasses of water. Once you feel an urge, use the bathroom, but you’re not allowed to fully empty your bladder. You’re only allowed to pee just enough to take the edge off. You must drink a glass of water every hour. After four hours have passed, you’re allowed to fully empty your bladder.

HARD MODE:

Empty your bladder, then drink a glass of water and a diuretic(soda, coffee, etc). Once you feel an urge, use the bathroom, but you cannot fully empty your bladder. You’re only allowed to pee long enough to take the edge off, and you cannot go longer than 8 seconds. A second is shaved off for each hour that passes(ex: 8 seconds at hour 1, 7 at 2, 6 at 3, and so on). You must drink a glass of water every hour. Once eight hours have passed, you’re allowed to fully empty your bladder.

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Dice Holding Piss Challenge.

Today I’m getting nasty. Today I’m letting fate take charge. Let me know how you got on.

Rules:

You need a dice (If you haven’t got a dice use an app)

Each round you roll the dice and you get a instruction 

If you complete the challenge and can prove to me you are dry, you are free to do what you want. 

If not… PUNISHMENT, you will role the dice when you have pissed yourself and do the forfeit provided.

Punishments: 

1. You cannot cum for a week.

2. You have to cum, but using no hands or devices you have to get yourself off.

3. You have to post a picture of your pissed clothes.

4. You are no longer aloud to use the bathroom to piss for the next 48 hours, find other means and share you troubles.

5. For the next 8 hours you can’t pee without cumming you can’t cum without peeing, every time you use the bathroom you get off and overtime you get off you pee where you are. I wouldn’t cum in your bed if I was you.

6. Wait 2 hours. Put on a TV Program, you have to dribble in your clothes overtime the scene changes, you do this till you are soaked. Again.   

Let the pissing begin, If you haven’t emptied then its too late. 

What you’ll be wearing:

1- Just underwear

2- Leggings/ tight clothes 

3- Diaper

4- Jogging bottoms

5-Shorts/ Skirt 

6- Your choice

1) Lets start by drinking water, if you ROLL:

1-2 Drink 2 glasses of water

3-4 Drink 2 glasses of water and a coffee 

5-6 Drink 3 glasses of juice and a coffee.

2) Wait this amount of time:

1- 30 mins 

2- 1 hour

3- 1.5 hours 

4- 2 hours

5- 2.5 hours

6- 3 hours

3) Drink some more

1-2 Drink 1 glasses of water

3-4 Drink 1 glasses of water and a coffee

5-6 Drink 1.5 glasses of juice and a coffee.

4) Exercises are good for you.

1- as many sit ups as possible for 60 seconds 

2- lay on the floor and pull your knees to your chest

3- lay on you belly, put a ball or something hard between the floor and your bladder and lay on it for 60 seconds.

4- Squats. lots of squats. 60 seconds 

5- Legs out wide and relax every muscle for 30 seconds.

6- Sexersize, grind on your pillow for 60 seconds.

5) Pressure release.

1- You can release for 3 seconds.

2- You can let 3 drops out.

3- You can let yourself pee for one second 4 times for the next 40 seconds 

4- You can’t release but you can listen to waterfall sounds for 2 minutes why everyone else has a little relieve.

5- Push until it nearly comes out. then stop.

6. you can release but only into a bottle cap if you spill any you have to return to challenge four and re-roll

6) Netflix and wet.

1-2 watch 1 explain episode and drink another glass of water.

3-4 watch 2 explain episodes and drink 2 glasses of water.

5-6 watch 3 episodes, drink 3 glasses and you can’t grab yourself at any time 

7) Russian Roulette.

1- Start again but miss out challenge 2,3 and 6 

2- Do challenge 4 again but this time the times doubled, then re roll this challenge.

3- Watch the wetting hypnotic video on youtube and then re-roll

4- Roll the dice again and double the number, this is how long in minute you need to wait until you can roll 7 again.

5- Drink a glass of water and re-roll 

6- You are finished well done, if you are dry, you have your freedom. 

Send me the aftermath…

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Pee with added pain and sadness is emorashi

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So did anyone else feel VERY WEIRD during

That Part

Of the Parappa the Rapper game or is that a me-specific kink related trauma-

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Holding Contest

Warning: This story contains omorashi content. If you do not like/know what that is, don’t read! Summery: On a boring afternoon, Jake and Dean are looking for something to do. As they’re thinking: they both realize they have to piss. Dean decides that holding their pee is what they’ll do for the afternoon. Who wins? 

“Jakeeee! I’m bored” whined a boy. “Same” said Jake, followed by a sigh. “Well… Dean, what do you want to do?” Jake asked. “I don’t know.” Dean paused. “I have to piss, give me a minute.” Dean stood up from the couch and began to walk away. “So do I…” Jake realized. “Let me come with you” Jake said. “Wait, then that’s what we can do!” Dean said, chuckling. 

“What do you mean?” Jake asked. “We can not pee and see who gives up first” Dean said. “So we’re holding our piss? Jake asked, feeling his cock slightly twitch in his pants. “Mhm” Dean replied. “We can challenge each other and try and get each other to give up” Dean continued. “I’m cool with that, I suppose” Jake said. He was more than cool with it, feeling himself get slightly hard at this prospect. “You can challenge me first” Jake told Dean, smiling. “Okay, how badly do you have to piss? 1 out of 10” Dean questioned. “Just a four, not much. Where are you at?” Jake tapped his fingers on his pants a bit. “I’d say a 6, so how about you drink two more cans of soda. That sound even us out” Dean sat back down on the couch, crossing his legs casually. Jake began drinking his sodas, and in a couple of minutes was done. “My turn, yeah?” Jake asked. “Yup…” Dean said, tapping his foot up and down a bit. “I want you to keep your legs uncrossed until you start leaking. You can fan your legs and squeeze but I don’t want your knees ever crossing over one another.” Jake stated. “Easy” Dean replied, and uncrossed his legs. “How’s your bladder feeling?” Dean asked. “I feel the soda starting to come through… 6 out of 10 now” Jake whined. “Good” Dean smiled, and took a deep breath as he felt a few pulses send to his dick signalling him intensely that he needed to piss. “Grab a belt and pull it as tight as it will go around your waist. Keep it on till one of us gives up” Dean replied, tapping his foot and squeezing his cock in his hand to help him hold. Jake whined and stood up, taking a deep breath as standing made him have to piss more. He bit his lip and took a hand to his crotch to gently squeeze as he walked to find a belt. He found one and wrapped it around his waist in front of a fidgeting Dean. Once it was tight around his waist he began prancing around and squeezing his cock with his hand. “Alright… okay… Dean you uh” he stammered, running a hand through his hair while gripping his dick in the other as he paced around the room. Dean sat tapping his knees and squeezing his thighs together rocking back and forth waiting for his challenge. “I what..?” Dean asked, rocking and squeezing his cock in one hand now. He felt like he was going to burst any time soon. “You have to… go pour yourself a glass of water… slowly. I’m not coming to watch” Jake affirmed. “Fuck…” Dean said, standing up and squeezing his cock, bending over a bit. Jake had to admit Dean looked hot like this. Both their cocks were hard and they both desperately wanted to piss. Dean walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, turning the tap on he poured himself another glass of water. He pranced from foot to foot with one hand tightly grasped around his dick. When he walked back, he saw Jake sitting on the couch crossing his legs tightly with his hand on his dick. “8 out of 10” Jake said. “I’m… there too” Dean breathed, prancing. “I’ve leaked a bit…” Jake said, biting his lip. “I want to give up…” Jake said. “Please do!” Dean squeezed himself tighter. He wanted to piss. “No… I won’t go before you” Jake said. “Fuck… dammit” Dean said, sitting back down. He set the glass of water on the table. “Drink that” Dean said, holding his thighs tight against his cock and rocking back and forth holding himself. He felt like he was going to leak any minute. “No… I can’t… I’m just” Jake whined. “I’m so full… please just go piss” Jake said. Dean took deep breaths. “You have nothing to lose, we made no bet or anything… “ Jake spoke. “Imagine how relieved you’ll feel emptying that all out into the…” Jake winsed “Toilet, and washing your hands after feeling calm and less full!” Jake coerced. Dean had leaked and bit his lip, squeezing with all might. “Either drink up or go let it all go…” Dean said, crossing his legs now. “I’ll… go piss I guess” Jake said. He stood up and nearly dashed to the bathroom. For thirty five minutes, Dean was entertained with this but now he just desperately wanted to piss. He followed Jake, struggling to not leak and held himself with both hands. Jake pulled down his shorts and let his cock out, pissing a stream for a good thirty seconds. Dean squirmed and leaked a bit hearing the sound, and when the toilet flushed he quickly followed. He pulled his cock out and let all that he was holding out, peeing for a good minute and fifteen seconds. Jake smiled “You really had to go, yeah?” He chuckled. “Fuck.. yeah I did. I feel much better.” Dean said. “How long were you holding before we started?” Jake questioned. “Like…an hour or so.” Dean replied. “Damn” Jake looked in awe. They both went back to the living room and sat on the couch. “Want to do this again sometime?” Jake asked. “Definitely.” Replied dean.

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I just wanted to read some Orwell for English 2 H...

when u find omorashi in classic literature

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When a character has to unbutton their jeans because they’re pressing on their full bladder is the reason I live

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Tails is the best friend in the world.

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Omovember 8: Participating in a holding contest

Click on em to see them bigger and in order lmao. The prize was going to be that they walked out with dry pants, so I guess the winner got played there.

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This is old but here

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I had the blank version just sitting around, and I used it to my advantage @yuurirashi

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there’s only one gender and, unfortunately, it’s piss