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@lilytheweirdo
Men.
Men holding their piss.
Men holding it discreetly, trying not to let others know how badly they have to go.
Men subtly squirming, shifting from foot to foot, bouncing on their heels.
Men stumbling over their words while whoever they’re talking to notices they how tense they look.
Men thinking they’re being really discreet, but it’s actually incredibly obvious to anyone around them that they’re struggling to hold it together…
I love male omo <3
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.
Imagine someone desperately rushing to their bathroom after a long day with no breaks. Their achy bladder sloshing with every move, and hands between their legs. They get there, sagging in relief, only to discover the door is jammed. They bounce in place, the relief that was snatched from them feels like it’s going to be their undoing. The look around, desperately trying to find a solution and their eyes land on a throw pillow on the couch. They toss it to the floor and rip their pants down, sitting on it like a toilet. The stream is instant, and it’s almost silent as the fibers soak it up. They start to think that maybe there won’t be much of a mess until they realize just how soaked the pillow is, and they’re barely half empty. A puddle starts to form around them, seeping into the pants at their ankles…
We were on a bus ride, sitting side by side. My boyfriend had been holding his pee for hours, and it was clear he was reaching his limit. He shifted in his seat, fidgeting, and whispered, “Babe… I really need to pee. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
I raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Really? Is it that urgent?” He groaned, pressing his legs together tightly, “Yes… yes it is! Every bump in the road is making it worse!”
The bus hit a speed bump, and he yelped, grabbing the edge of his seat. His face scrunched up with discomfort, his hands pressing against his lap as if trying to hold his bladder in place. He squirmed in his seat, bouncing slightly on his heels, whispering, “Babe… please… I can’t wait… I’m going to burst…”
I couldn’t resist a little teasing, leaning close and whispering nonsense gossip in his ear. Immediately, he squirmed harder, shifting from side to side, trying desperately to stay still. “Babe! Stop teasing me! Every little touch… it’s making it impossible!” he hissed, voice strained.
Minutes felt like hours. Every turn of the bus, every bump, every sudden stop sent sharp jolts through his bladder. He gripped his lap with both hands, rocking slightly, trying not to panic. His face was flushed, his legs bouncing subtly — it was obvious he was at his absolute limit.
Finally, the bus stopped at a red light, and he whispered with desperation, “Babe… I don’t think I can hold it until the next stop. I… I might have an accident if we don’t move now!”
I sat back, watching him like a mix of adorable chaos and helplessness — he was squirming like a tiny puppy, caught between the unbearable pressure of his full bladder and the impossibility of moving on the crowded bus.
The bus hit a pothole, and suddenly, despite his best efforts, a small leak escaped. His eyes widened in horror as he tried to shift, squeeze, and hold it in, but it was no use. He whispered frantically, “I’m… I’m losing it!”
Within seconds, the pressure became too much. He squirmed and fidgeted helplessly, unable to stay still, and… he peed a little in his pants right there on the bus. He froze, mortified, pressing his hands to his lap, while the warmth spread slightly — a mix of panic and relief washing over him.
I couldn’t stop laughing, but I also tried to comfort him. “It’s okay, it happens!” I whispered. He leaned back, exhausted and embarrassed, muttering, “I couldn’t hold it… it was impossible…”
Yesterday, after class, my boyfriend and I were gossiping playfully. I lightly hit his belly, and he jumped, gasping, “Ahh! Don’t do it, I need to pee!” I teased, “Is it that urgent?” He tried to act calm, “No… I can hold it for a bit.”
Time ticked by… nearly two hours. And then he groaned, “I need to go now. I really have to pee.” I, being a little mischievous, playfully punched his belly again. That’s when he completely lost it — he squirmed like a little puppy, pleading, “Uff, baby, please! I’ve been holding it for two hours! I’m so uncomfortable… it feels like it’s right at the tip! If I stand up, I might… just a little… pee my pants!”
I teased him some more, “Wait a few minutes, let me finish gossiping.” He practically begged, voice strained, “Baby, please! It’ll just take a minute! It’s so urgent — I could just open my zip and everything would come out! I can’t stay still! I really can’t wait any longer; it’s driving me crazy, and every second feels impossible!”
By this point, it was impossible not to imagine how desperate he felt. Every shift, every poke, every second of waiting amplified that sharp, relentless need… the kind of urge that makes you squirm in your chair, tap your feet, and wonder if you’ll make it to the bathroom in time.
And of course, I didn’t help — I climbed onto his lap, teasingly pressing close, trying to kiss him while whispering nonsense gossip. The extra weight and closeness made his fidgeting worse.Every tiny movement — leaning forward, laughing, kissing him teasefully — made him squirm harder, his legs tensing, hands clutching his lap. He shifted, squirmed, and whimpered, “Baby… please… just a minute… it’s so urgent! I… I really can’t hold it anymore!”His desperation was hilarious and painfully real — the kind of urge that makes every second a tiny torture, where even breathing feels like it could trigger an accident.
Baby… I… I really can’t hold it!” he pleaded, twisting and squirming. Every little touch, every laugh, made him shift desperately, trying to hold it in. His legs were bouncing, his hands gripping his lap, and it was obvious he was reaching his limit.
“Baby… please… just a minute… it’s so urgent! I… I really can’t hold it anymore!” he groaned, practically vibrating with tension. I pressed a little closer, laughing at his puppy-like reactions, and he groaned louder, “I’m telling you… if you don’t stop… I swear… I’ll… I can’t… it’s gonna come out!
”
He couldn’t focus on anything except the unbearable pressure. Every muscle in his lower body was tense, his bladder screaming for release. He whimpered, twisted, and squirmed, completely unable to stay seated quietly
Finally, I teased him one last time and got off his lap. The moment he stood up, his body almost gave out — he rushed toward the bathroom, trying to hold himself together. He shuffled quickly, hands pressed to his lower body, and small little leaks happened as he moved. It was chaotic, funny, and entirely human — he was so desperate, trying to make it all the way.
By the time he reached the bathroom, he finally let go and relieved himself properly, the tension melting away. He sighed in relief, leaning against the wall, exhausted but happy. I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole dramatic, adorable scene — it was like watching a cartoon character racing to the bathroom!
bulge pics are just better when their cock is leaking and leaving a wet spot on their pretty underwear.
When they're trying so hard to keep their composure but their hand keeps subconsciously drifting toward their crotch because they NEED to hold themselves or it's going to come out.
can we take a moment and talk about that feeling when you’re so full that you can’t even cross your legs because the tiny amount of pressure it puts on your bladder is unbearable relative to the relief it gives you
need a sweet whimpery man to cry at me cause of how badly he has to pee, begging me to let him go, the little sobs and whines and “please” and how he keeps repeating how he has to go and the little “nonono” with every leak.
Good boys hold it, ok darling? You wanna be a good boy for me?
latchkey incontinence is cute and all but what abt ppl who wet when they’re nowhere near a bathroom. ppl who just… reach their limit in a park, a movie theater, a train station, a grocery store, a parking lot… and completely have an accident. not on purpose, not by choice. they just held too long and too much. and the urge got too strong and their muscles failed.
i love this kind of wetting bc like… u KNOW the victim was fighting and holding until the very last desperate second. it’s not like they were doing fine until they went near a bathroom, they were TRYING not to wet themselves even tho there was nowhere to go. just… it rly amplifies both the desperation and the embarrassment after wetting. bc they truly could not have held for even another second. it’s so cute. who knows what kind of crazy squirming and whimpering they were doing?
Where are the good omorashi videos, the ones where they squirm and whine and whimper. I don’t mean half hearted jumping around with the fake ass ”I need to go SOOO bad” I mean actual people seconds away from losing it.
Actual people leaking through their fingers while grabbing their crotch, whimpering saying they cannot hold it any longer, that they’re gonna leak. Like helloooooo
Japanese creators do it the best but I also wanna know what they’re saying..
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wanna sit on someone's full bladder and grind against it, watching them squirm and struggle with no way to hold themselves. really grinding against their bladder with my ass and even bouncing a little on it. feeling them leak more and more when i feel something wet under me.
UGH YESSSSS
Want to watch a girl lying on her front, trying to lift her hips enough so her aching bladder isn't squished by the surface she's lying on. She's moving her hips in desperate circles so her leaking clit sticks out of her panties. She's almost overstimulated but can't cum for some reason. And she gives up, shakily sits up on her knees and tries to move her legs, but all she's really able to do is pull her panties under her balls and start messily spraying piss from her hard clit.
omo tropes i absolutely adore:
humping to help hold. watching someone wiggle and whimper and moan while rubbing against their hand or a pillow (or my fav: a partner's leg) is enough to make anyone's mouth water. when someone is so close to an accident that they have to distract themselves with the enticing friction of something pressing on their parts? delicious.
peeing in bottles. for dick owners, they have to try and aim their twitching cock into the hole while drops leak out of the tip. for pussys, they have to line up their pee hole with the bottle's opening, oftentimes making a mess because the piss just sprays out too aggressively. either way, it's just sooo *chefs kiss*
physically holding the pee hole shut. this is something i've tried a couple times myself and let me tell you, it's a truly magical thing. with a finger firmly pressed against someone's pee hole, you essentially cut off their option of relief completely. no matter how hard they squirm and relax and even push, nothing can come out. they're forced to sit with the maddening feeling of fullness until eventually the finger is removed and all the piss comes gushing out of them in a torrent.
begging. probably a basic answer but i don't care, i'm a whore for dirty talk. phrases like "i can't hold it much longer" or "i feel so full" or even just "please let me pee" is enough to make me instantly slick. bonus points if there's a term of authority in there like mistress or sir.
peeing outside, especially in the woods. there's something so electrifying about squatting down behind a bush or watching a stream splatter against a tree trunk or make a puddle in the dirt, especially if someone is at their absolute limit and has to find a spot for a last resort.
having to stop mid way through peeing. imagine finally, finally getting the release you crave and then all of a sudden having to shut it off. the shiver you get, the way your pee hole convulses, your bladder aching with all that liquid still trapped inside. my favorite scenarios of this include: being stumbled upon while peeing outside, someone physically pulling a character away from the toilet, a dom stopping a sub's stream just to be mean, and even the classic "i'll just pee a little to relive some pressure."
being tied up while desperate. one time i read this fic about a girl being strapped to a chair and pressed for information by this guy who kept giving her water as "mercy" since she'd been there a while. her bladder started filling and soon she was desperate and he used that to his advantage, pressing on her bulge and teasing her until she broke and told him everything in exchange for access to the bathroom. i can't remember how it ended and god i wish i could find that again, because the idea of being restrained and not even able to squirm is delicious.
the iconic pee dance. i mean come on, what's not to love? when someone's resolve finally crumbles enough for them to abandon all sense of dignity, you know they're truly at their breaking point. seeing the full package is truly a treat; i'm talking hands shoved between thighs, feet prancing back and forth, knees bending up and down, body hunched over at the waist, face scrunched in concentration, the whole ordeal. it's the sexiest sight imaginable, especially if that dance suddenly stills and a flood follows soon after.
Manspreading is only allowed when the man is desperate to piss and I'm forcing his legs apart so he can't use his thighs to clench back his pee
