currently writing a non-omo royalty story... and obviously my brain is short circuiting and going straight to the handsome knight pissing himself... 🤤
he's been holding all day in his metal armour. he can't just fish himself out of his trousers and take a quick piss somewhere... no, he needs privacy and time to remove all of his armour. he can't even squeeze his thighs together due to the amount of noise his armour makes. he's so constricted it hurts.
there's no way he can make so much noise... maybe he's supervising the queen in an important dinner, or as she's making an important speech. his whole reputation, hell, even his job would go to ruins if he interrupted her majesty!
his bladder throbs urgently inside of him. it's been hours since he's even seen a lavatory, nevermind a chamber pot. he's wondered if her majesty has noticed him staring daggers into each goblet, each towel, each sofa, each silk blanket... each would eagerly hold his steaming hot urine, but he just had to be wearing the heavy, constricting armour.
and so he stands there, trying his best to look professional and not keel over, try to hold himself, cross his legs...
leaks keep battering his linen underwear, little by little dampening them. they start out as small droplets, but soon escalate into spurts and even a full-on stream drips down his thigh at one point. each small shuffle grazes his peehole against the sodden fabric, teasing him. he wishes he could just pull them off, aim into a corner, finally pee...
alas, even the strongest knights have a weakness. he just can't take it anymore... leak after leak keep sneaking past his fatigued muscles, and soon, a stream starts. it pushes past his barriers, his remaining muscle strength, and even the thick fabric of his gambeson. it hisses out, stream presumably thick, thudding against the metal of the armour. the knight is utterly humiliated as he stands there, frozen as the warmth of his own urine soaks down his legs, collecting at his feet.
however, business is more important than a soaking. he finishes off after about a minute passes, but her majesty is not done. he continues to stand there in his own mess, his urine cooling down by his feet.
thankfully, his metal armor does save him in some aspect... his helmet hides the deep red blush stationed on his cheeks, and the body pieces hide his newfound throbbing erection.
