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. His father didn't know about Damien. He didn't even know Sol was gay (lest he kill Sol for being such an abomination). And now? He knew his father was going to stand there and interrogate him, and Sol wasn't sure he could hold in his pee to that point. He wasn't even sure he could survive the whole situation. Helpless and lost, his eyes blurred as his crying got louder, both his hands squeezing to hold in his painfully full bladder.

Surely, that must have been his over-active imagination, creating nightmare scenarios. Surely, she had not just said what he thought she said. 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. Damian stopped. Then grinned. "Except you." He leaned down and kissed him. "You're even better than Pizza hut desert." 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."Even if he could himself picturing peeing into a bottle on a plane, that thing would do nothing to relive his need. On the other hand, he didn't have any other choices left. It was either that or pee his pants. Maybe it would take the edge of a little. I am the literal worst this is sin I'm so sorry Language: English Words: 2,212 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 1 Kudos: 91 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 10,641

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.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 -" He realized with horror that he would not be able to stop a second time. He also realized that the couple in the row in front of them, who were having a loud conversation not a second ago, had stopped talking and were probably trying to make out the source of the weird hissing noise. In spite of this realization, he couldn't stop. The bottle was beginning to spill over. Tim had a date at a cafe near his home, which he shared with his brother Tom and Tom's girlfriend. Tim had to teach an online class afterwards, and the coffee starts to work its way down. Series Sasha thought she could control her instincts around Anne while she was in heat. That was before she realized what Anne was like in rut.