Male Pee Desperation Omorashi Bundle #1

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Damien, please." Sol couldn't argue with him about this. He didn't have the energy or concentration to debate. His whole body was shaking in agony, his bladder feeling swollen and rounded with pee. After a moment of agonizing silence, Damien finally said, "Fine. Home. But if the Advil I give you doesn't work, I'm taking you the hospital."

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. Damien shrugged with a smile. "What can I say? I like to impress my favorite boy in the whole wide world." Sol would be okay. He had some issues that needed to be worked out, but Damien would help him through it.

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Get out." Sol's father's voice was cold. "And take your faggot boyfriend with you." The words were cruelly said - the meaning of the words even crueler. Sol tried to apologize, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head, a loud chorus of voices saying, You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so stupid. His whole body was vibrating, trembling from head to toe, and he was heaving as he cried. Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit?

Sol had got into the habit of telling Damien everything. The only thing he hadn't mentioned was...well, the incident. Sol didn't think he could tell anyone that after the reaction he gotten from his father and classmates. What if Damien felt the same way? It was very possible. He reached his row and of course it's a window seat, which meant he had to awkwardly squeeze past the guy sitting next to him. Thankfully, it's only two seats on each side, the plane being rather on the small side.

You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. How could you be so stupid and let this happen? A little", he admitted, glad that he other gut put his fidgeting down to a fear of flying. The man next to him nodded. 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. 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.

But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong." 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: 58,509 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. Sorry, mate, how much longer will you be?" There was a definite pleading tone to his voice, but he didn't care about that either. He just needed to pee. There was no answer from inside the toilet. He stopped a stewardess on the way by. 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-

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He gave a longing glance at the toilets as he rushed past. But that would just have to wait a little longer. There were bound to be toilets on the plane. Unlike the damn train, which much to his horror, hadn't featured any such facilities. The slow jog he had fallen into to reach his destination in time, did nothing to improve his mood or his condition. He felt like he might loose it at any moment. I know what you need now," Damien whispered softly. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and to the bathroom. You can do it." 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. Having the pre-flight jitters?", he heard a friendly voice from next to him. He turned to actually look at the guy sitting next to him for the first time. He's actually quite attractive, all lean muscle and broad shoulders, with just a hint of scruff on his cheek. Exactly his type, to be precise. Fantastic. Not only was he going to pee his pants on a flight, he was going to do it next too a gorgeous guy. 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.