His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.
He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.
You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap.
"Baby, please--"
"Shh."
You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.
Your own dick twitches at the sight.
"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."
You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.
"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."
"I'm still so fucking close."
Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.
"I can't, I gotta focus--"
He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.
"Gooood job."
He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."
"You can do it. Just a little longer."
You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do?
The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut.
You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.
"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.
You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.
"I'm g-- I'm--"
He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.
Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.
"What happened, baby?"
His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.
You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.
You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief.
He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.
"What happened, baby?" You whisper.
"I ha-had an accident..."
You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."
"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"
"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear.
"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"
"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it.
"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"
Fuck, he's so desperate.
Fuck, it's making you desperate.
"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home."
You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"Let's go."
You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.
"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.
"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door.
He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.
"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car.
"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."
He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"
And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.
Submissive men are so hotttt. Like what do you mean I can have a man whimpering all pathetically and bucking into my hands as I'm jerking him off? Crying into my neck, asking me if he can cum. I need that. I really do.
really into the idea of someone who is super desperate, who keeps thinking they finally found a great place to piss but ultimately keeps getting interrupted the second theyre about to finally let go. they're ready, leaking, and lined up like five and every single time theyre about to go they get interrupted and have to fix their clothes and pretend like theyre not absolutely bursting to piss, and they then desperately search around for somewhere else to go and hope that nobody else walks in as they start to undo their pants
want to dominate a guy double my size and watch as he lets me do whatever i want. because even though he could stop me he wont since he wants to be used
babe: Absolutely. This isn't just sex— it's a beautiful, intimate experience. ✨ Let me know if you want me to rephrase that orgasm, or if there's any other pussy I can help you with. 😃
omo porn is hard to find where they arent taking off they panties before peeing like cmon i wanna see the fabric get wet and all that gay stuffWHY ARE YOU DRINKING IT WHY ARE YOU DRINMING IT WHY ARE YOU DRINKING JT
piss kink safety patrol! (for golden showers, drinking piss, internal pissing— anal and vaginal, holding, and wetting)
if you are being pissed on
very very minimal safety risks here
close those eyes baby! the second piss is anywhere near the face— close your eyes. that shit stings. have you ever had cum in your eye? it’s like that, but way harder to wipe off.
try not to do this with any fresh piercings, new tattoos, open wounds, or anything else that’s begging to get infected
if you are ingesting urine
what medications is your partner on? can they be passed through urine? (most likely they can be— in very trace amounts. but those trace amounts can be important to be aware of depending on your situation)
has your partner recently ingested something (medication, food, etc) that you are allergic to? or something that interacts with your meds? if they have, is it worth that risk?
has your partner recently taken any drugs? can they be passed through urine? (most likely they can be— in very trace amounts. those trace amounts may or may not be enough to cause a reaction, and may or may not be enough to fail a drug test <- has happened to people!)
on one non-safety note… you’re probably not going to love the taste of piss. regardless. you might! but most do not. it’s piss. really well hydrated piss can be very enjoyable (I like it a lot!), really dehydrated piss might make you puke. diet changes the taste— just like cum, but more directly. coffee, asparagus, lots of meat… all things that can make it particularly strong (and some people love that! some people do that on purpose! but I would maybe not… start there). lots of juice + lots and lots of water can make it very mild. medications and supplements can change the taste. lots of people anecdotally like the way beer or diet soda makes it taste. first piss of the day is considerably stronger and more unpleasant than any other time.
if you are doing internal pissing (anal)
if you are getting it straight from the tap (penis or funneled in): minimal to no risk. pee is not sterile! urine is not sterile. but you’re not gonna run into a ton of issues here. the real concern is if you’re dealing with abnormal abrasions, likely from particularly rough anal sex, you’re going to be more at risk for infection. keep an eye on it, take a shower, etc. you’re probably all good.
if you are getting a larger volume than one normal pee (bottle, etc, any amount of built-up fluid from multiple pees): this is less a safety risk and more just a heads up. chances are this will kind of accidentally enema you. and then you will shit. pretty immediately. if you’ve done a ton of anal prep (including enema) beforehand, you’re likely going to be fine.
if you are doing internal pissing (vaginal)
now we’re looking at pH balances. urine is more basic than the natural flora of a vaginal ecosystem, which can cause problems.
if you are prone to UTIs, yeast infections, or bacterial vaginosis, you should probably prepare for that. if that’s the risk you’d like to take, that’s your choice! but if your pH balance is delicate, piss is absolutely going to disrupt it.
even if you’re not prone, the risk for all of the above is there!
PEE. AFTER. BEING. PEED IN. please 😚 you’ll save yourself so much trouble. and I mean pee, don’t just evacuate the foreign piss. if you’re not already peeing after sex in general… start now!
if you’re doing any kind of holding:
any long-term holding (and I mean, like, having holding your pee for long periods of time become a part of your life for years) can result in slight to moderate incontinence (leaking) and weakened pelvic floor muscles. make sure you’re doing pelvic floor exercises! it’s best to sometimes give yourself an extended break from a holding kink, but I won’t tell you what to do.
there’s no real One Answer for “how long is it okay to hold at one time?”, but it’s better to do high hydration/stronger desperation/shorter hold than it is to do low hydration/less need to pee/longer hold, for hydration purposes. the longer you hold, the more you are at risk for UTIs and potentially bladder infections (cystitis, a kind of UTI). bladder infections have a chance of becoming kidney infections. no, there’s no One Set Time, but no, it’s not safe to hold all day either. listen to your body as best you can.
find your limits and set them. I’m prone to UTIs (and have a weak bladder), so I have different levels of “okay to hold”. I have found the maximum amount of water and its correlating hold times that work for me— and hold time is never over an hour. that’s my risk profile.
if you’re wetting
sitting in your wet mess can be fun and humiliating, but can also cause rashes. I literally cannot speak to diaper instances, I have no experience there, but most fabrics will start to be uncomfortable while wet after a while, and sitting in your piss can cause chafing, rashes, skin irritation… and again, sitting in pissed in underwear (or garments close to the genitalia) can cause UTIs + yeast infections, especially in vulvas.
AS ALWAYS, when dealing with someone else’s fluids inside your body, you are at risk for STIs. get tested, keep getting tested, take PrEP, have the conversations, know your body, and above all, be aware of what risks you run. this shit is fun and wonderful— funderful— and should stay that way. safe pissing (or lack thereof) everybody!
need need need to be locked in a chastity belt and pumped full of aphrodisiacs until i can't do anything but cry from desperation. can't think or move or talk or remember my own name, just cry and try to plead with my desperate pathetic whines. and i need that to happen every day until i know nothing but the misery of knowing i don't get to orgasm
When you really really have to pee and your bladder is so so full to bursting but your waist band is so tight that it makes the whole thing so much worse. It starts to hurt too much and you can’t just squirm anymore so you waddle to the bathroom but quickly realize you can’t undo the draw string and it’s too tight to pull down over your hips…
holy shit i love when i get turned on and i kind of lock my legs and start grinding into my own thighs and like. idk all my blood rushes to my gut and my heart starts beating so hard i can hear and feel it, and my whole body js heats up and starts sweating. makes me feel like a REAL animal holy shit
He’s shifting in his seat a little more than usual. His legs are pressed tightly together. He pulls at the lower part of his seatbelt so it isn’t pressing into his bladder. He wiggles in his seat and lets out a shivery breath. When he catches me looking at him, he tries to act like nothing is wrong, even though he is so obviously desperate.
Imagine a male waiter being tormented during all his shifts by a cruel female boss, who keeps sending him off on "one last task" before finally letting him frantically rush to the bathroom on his hours-late break. This happens all the time, and he finds he sort of likes it - the panicked rush, the lack of control, the way he almost but never quite feels like he's pleasing her when he can put off his need as long as she forces him to.
gradually, his bladder expands due to their game. Slowly he can take more, and she starts encouraging and then requiring him to drink more during his shifts. one extra drink...then two... Then three.
then one night, she keeps him from his break entirely. He's never been this full, never felt so desperate, never so near to leaking. He uses every trick he's ever learned and he's sweating, moaning whenever he isn't in front of customers.
eventually, his boss comes over. He thinks she's taking pity on him for once, and then she leans in and says:
the waiter is literally trembling as he crosses into her office. She shuts the door and it bursts out of his mouth, even though he's never actually said it out loud in front of her before:
"I need to pee, boss. Please, just— I'll be right back—" he's crossing one leg over the other, hinging at the waist, doing everything except grabbing his crotch.
she nods. "I know." She says simply. He feels his dick give a twitch in his pants. "But I'm not done with you yet."
He doesn't want to argue, wants this to never end, but he also knows he's never been so close to an accident in his life. He feels so full his pants are tighter, every movement jostles his rock-hard bladder and he feels it rush up and down his spine with aroused panic. "But— boss, I mean it. I'm sorry, I've got to—"
"no." She reaches into her desk, and brings out a long length of something he doesn't recognize. It looks like plastic tubing. "You don't need to go yet. You and your weak bladder just need some help holding all that piss."
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