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Submitted: Logan

[meatthing666-deactivated2026072]

What I need is a kinky, sadistic couple or poly thing or roommates. Multiple people who want to see me suffer.

Most ideal is they keep a catheter in me, locked in a way I can't physically go to the bathroom without someone unlocking me. They keep me on a very limited schedule of how often I can empty my bladder. Maybe they keep me gagged or otherwise don't permit me to speak. I go person to person trying to beg to have my bladder emptied. One refuses, the other insists I must have gone already. They torment me more and more, mocking my desperation until I'm willing to do literally anything for even a little relief.

They edge me intensely, with frequent reminders that I'm never allowed to cum. They lock me up in a cage under the bed while they fuck each other's brains out. I get to listen to the more submissive ones beg to cum and earn it while I'm left frustrated just a foot beneath them.

[pridesmyvirtue]

arrogant lil bro that thinks himself above masturbation because he does not need to satisfy such primal urges, no, never!

stoner older bro that has little concept of modesty, especially when he's at home

lil bro's constantly so pent up, sometimes he can barely think through the wave of hormones flooding his system without any proper sort of release. lashing out at his brother, nagging him about how messy he leaves things and how he smells and how he dresses (or barely does, really)

older bro just smirks and shoves a knee between the boy's legs, his expression gets smug when the kid moans loudly and goes bright red

"Ohh, so that's why you're so easily pissed off lately. You need some help with this, kiddo?"

[pridesmyvirtue]

"I don't need any help, I'm perfectly fine without- aA-A-hnmf"

lil bro's panting, trying not to rut into his older brother's thigh, a wet spot forming over his boner

"What was that, hmm?"

the poor kid just lets out a whiny little growl when big bro just keeps rubbing his knee against his neglected cock

lil bro's hips twitch forward a couple of times, before he fully loses control

big brother's so proud of himself, looking down at his younger sibling humping into him desesperately after denying himself for so long

[whatshewontdo]

Oh…I can see how you got that confused. By pit stop I didn’t mean that we’d be going in to a rest area. No no no, it’s where I pull over and you huff my rank armpit. Get it? Pit…Stop. The smell can really help distract you from just how badly you need to pee. Why would I take you to a service station? I’m having such a good time watching you squirm and struggle while you try to hold it! I know you’re regretting those tight jeans and big belt buckle now! Squeezing and digging in to your tender tummy adding more pressure. Listen here. We’ve got just over an hour left. You can make it! I know you can. Here get in there and have a good little pit stop. Focus on something else. You know some dogs can hold so long they only go once a day. If they can you can hold it in for me. Now don’t you dare wet yourself. If you piss on my car seat, I’ll piss directly in your mouth. Not that weak clear waterey piss either. I’m talking cloudy bitter thick dark yellow piss. Coffee, beer, and soda. It’ll stink. So do whatever it takes to stay dry or drink the consequences…shit. I think I missed a turn back there. That’ll add at least another 20 minutes…

[dert0m]

[suitedboy177]

Why do we do this? We’re just going to get all horned up and we can’t get off.

I almost got off last time just for making out with yo. It’s worth a shot. He’s out of town. As long as we don’t take our cages off, we are following the rules.

Then finger my hole. I think that’ll do it for me.

That’s the spirit let’s see if we can get your juice to come out. You’re such a good boy.

…..

[stuffedfullbabe]

Since yall liked them so much, catheter kink again

Imagine going to bed and waking up to a full bladder- but no way to empty it. Your dom tells you that you pee too much anyways, so you have to wait until they let you go. But now it’s been 5 hours and it’s starting to ache, you really need to pee- and your dom doesn’t care. It’s now been 12 hours since you woke up and your bladder is bulging a lot, your dom lightly presses on it and laughs at you when you whimper. They explain that you still aren’t going.

It’s been close to 20 hours now and your struggling to stand, sitting helps a bit, but when your laying down you can do nothing but whine. Your dom comes over with a funnel and attached it to the end of your catheter line. They unclasp the line and begin emptying their bladder into the funnel- into your bladder. You cry as your bladder fills past it’s regular limits and becomes uncomfortably full. They clamp the line closed again and they manage to get you to sleep (sleep meds perhaps). Your only worry is what will happen when you wake up.

[tinklebab]

A puppy boy desperately rubbing his crotch against the corner of his dog bed, his bladder full to the brim. You went out earlier, without taking him on a walk or letting him into the garden, and his training had been going so well you hadn't even thought to leave out a puppy pad before you had to run out to work.

Now puppy is stuck between wanting to be good and the tingly feeling of his pee hole. The little twitches of his muscles begging to just let out a little bit, to release some of the still growing pressure only being held back by his desperately grinding. It's only a little time until he can't hold it back and he knows it, already feeling his pee hole fighting against a leak that's so, so close to just spurting out. And how good it would feel to just let it sneak past his burning, needy pee hole.

He keeps desperately looking outside at the garden, making him whimper in need at all the places be could mark his territory. Knowing that just behind the locked door, knowing he is so close to just being able to release and spray the grass with this big piss he's been holding for far too long.

But he wants to be a good puppy, even though he doesn't know when you will be back...

[pleaseholditforme]

"Mistress, I'm sorry."

You linger close to your boy. He's squirming, as much as he can against his restraints, anyway. You've got him chained to the wall of your playroom. Forced to stand, he's wound his legs around one another as much as he possibly can.

"I-I'll be good. Really. P-please, just let me...just let me go? J-just for tonight?"

You smile but say nothing. That always sends him spiraling. You could just tell him to be quiet, to speak when spoken to. You could remind him that the reason you had him drink *so much water* earlier was because he forgot the golden rule of not asking to use the bathroom before you told him he could.

But that would ruin the fun of this — of your poor little bladder slave, half out of his mind with desperation and arousal, whining and begging and at your complete mercy.

"Please, mistress — oh, oh no."

You calmly reach out and touch his bladder. His skin is hot to the touch and just a little damp with sweat. He's been exerting himself a lot over the past — when did he start crying out pleas? Half an hour ago?

He's been half-hard since then. And as you gently drag your fingertips from one hipbone to the other, arcing across the enormous drum of his bladder, you get to watch his cock jerk while he gasps.

He's filling out, precome shining at the end of his cock, even as he whines and gasps.

"M-mistress! O-oh, I can't, I can't I can't please please please—"

Utterly mindless and desperate, eventually he's not even saying real words. He chokes on sobs and yelps in pain as you press harder on his bladder. It's so tight and so full, your fingers can't even actually dent it. It's so huge you can press your entire palm against it, fingers stretching over its pleasant bump, and give it a shake, and you can barely sense anything at all — it's just too tight in there to feel water slosh or see it dip in under the pressure.

So you try harder, humming to yourself as you do so. "My," you finally say out loud. Your bladder slave's cock is fully hard now, neglected but dripping with what you hope, for his sake, is only precome. "You're actually full, aren't you, you poor thing? You should have said it was this serious."

The only answer is a moan that turns into another dry sob as you shake your fingers in place, jostling his bladder in tight little circles.

[pissdummy2]

being forced to hold until my bladder feels ready to burst, begging you for permission to piss, and they tell me that they'll consider letting me have relief if i let them piss in my ass

i'm so dizzy with trying to clench and hold back that i agree, bending over, and it's so hard relaxing enough for them to fit a funnel into my ass without leaking. maybe i do leak a spurt and they spank my ass hard enough that i correct myself immediately, crying quietly with my need and focusing entirely on holding my muscles tight and just taking the funnel neck sliding into my ass

moaning when i feel hot piss flooding my insides, it's torture hearing their groan of relief while my bladder aches and makes me squirm, and now i'm filled up even more. they pull out the funnel but before any of it leaks they slip a plug in, making sure it'll stay inside, even more pressure on my bladder, humiliating me holding their piss too

but i did what they asked, so now i beg can i please let go, i'm so full and desperate that i think i'll do it right here the second i hear any affirmation from them, pissing myself like a dog on the floor and moaning with relief. i'm squirming, bursting, holding myself, begging, waiting for affirmation to relieve myself, because they promised right?

and they just say "i only said i'd consider it. keep holding, or you'll regret it" and pat my ass before walking away smiling, leaving me sobbing on the floor

[honestlyknotty-deactivated20241]

i kind of need to have my bladder controlled.

i need (need need need) someone to make me drink and drink at work. make me squirmy. whiny. make my leg bounce under my desk while my jeans press against my bloating bladder. liter after liter until it's time to clock out.

you don't let me pee before i leave, of course. in fact, you don't let me leave until after i've sat in my car and drank a final liter. i can squirm all i want there, press my hand between my legs. groan. beg. you make me keep my pants buttoned though, and then i can finally drive home.

there's traffic, because there's always traffic. a thirty minute drive turns into an hour and then longer and i can't focus on much more than the steady stretching of my bladder bulge, then the trembling and quivering of my pee hole. but i can't leak, because you'll punish me, and i certainly can't burst, unless i want to clean pee out of my seat and floorboards.

you can send me to the store before i go home. give me a list of things to buy. preferably things all over the store. preferably things you'll use on my holes or bladder at another time. i'll go and i'll struggle not to squirm, and i'll fight the urge to shove my hand between my legs or burst in the middle of one of the isles. and i'll manage, just barely, to make it out of the store and the rest of the way home.

and you'll coo and tell me how good i did all day while i beg and beg for you to let me pee. and you'll tell me to sit on the toilet, with my pants and panties still buttoned, and tell me to wait.

and wait.

and wait.

and then get up, without any relief, and send me off to bed. and i'll cry. i'll plead. i'll offer anything and everything to be able to relieve myself of my bursting bladder. and you'll shake your head, because you just peed, silly ! i watched you ! you certainly don't need to pee any more !

and you can tell me that any more begging will be interpreted as begging for more liters, which i certainly don't want. so i let you send me to bed, shaking. gasping. legs crossed and rocking until i either fall asleep leaking or burst on myself, since there's absolutely no way i'll make it until morning.

you'll punish me either way.

[downtownboners]

My friend whose pic I posted before needed to be exposed again, so enjoy these pics of him

[buddhachukotkaeamagiciansurrey]

[beedee-universe]

The boys have always used you for their entertainment and pleasure.. both are real alpha bros. They decided to let you drive them to their parent summer house for a few days. Your duties.. cook, clean up, entertain them and see to their sexual urges.. on the second day, the boys decided to do an outside work out in their underwear… at the end of the… Mike shouted at you “Towel bitch” … you realised you forgot the towel and said you’d go back for one… he laughed and said “ ha ha… that’s not good… we are gona have to teach you a lesson..” he leans back against the pole, arms in the air and says.. “Down on your knees and crawl over… your gona lick every drop of sweat off me.. ha ha” You get down and crawl over… he says “Wait… take my trainer off… take my socks off one by one and we wanna hear you suck the sweat outta my socks” His brother Dave looking on say “Dude that’s nasty those things are rank, when did you last change them”… Mike says.. “”not since we got here ha ha.. he will love it.. then you can lick all the way… then drop my shorts and give those sweaty balls a real good clean.. my cocks really sweaty too… best you suck on it for a bit… ha ha” you get to it… and you hear Dave say.. “Dude… that’s nasty… I’ll want my ass cleaned too, this could take a while…”

[jamestmedak]

[SUBMISSION]

Oh, this gamer is going to play some fucking GAMES with your head, your cock, your very being. Let’s see. Maybe pump yourself while licking these soles for 30 minutes while trying NOT to cum. Or maybe 15 minutes and you’re just sucking the toes. Yeah, that’s a good idea. And you’re being filmed the whole time. And you have to say your name while you lick and suck. If you successfully don’t cum after your time is up, horny as you are, the video will be deleted. But if you cum before time is up while saying your name and suffering under this gamer’s beautiful bare feet, then, I dunno, maybe that video will be immediately released online. 

Of course, even if you “win” and don’t cum, you’ll be so worked up and dripping pre that should he offer you another round to try and prove yourself, of course you’ll take it, knowing full well that you’ll lose …

[ PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR MASTERFUL FEET TO ME NOW — I BEG OF YOU: http://jamestmedak.tumblr.com/submit ]

[cuddlebubblebutt-deactivated201]

[justsomenutt]

Your husbands new trophy boy had just gotten back from his daily 6 mile run. You finished putting the last of his clothes in the dryer, then crawled up to the master bedroom you used to share with your husband. The evidence of a morning romp still evident, you ignored it and crawled into the en suite bathroom to politely inquire as to what your husbands boyfriend would like for his breakfast; as was part of your daily requirements.

You paused suddenly and attempted to back up out of the bathroom amid a torrent of mumbled apologies compliments of finding your husbands boy toy sat on the toilet. He laughed and told you not to go anywhere and that he was finished. You averted your eyes as he stood up, still uncomfortable with this new experience between the two of you, and looked down at the Italian tile as he made his way to the vanity and admired himself.

“Hey, flush that, would ya?” he casually tossed out while tracing the razor sharp line of his jaw with one long, well manicured finger. You moved, relieved that the task gave you a purpose and that you were freed, momentarily anyway, from kneeling there feeling awkward and foolish. Your relief drained out,however, when the toilet bowl and it’s floating contents reminded you why the situation was so uncomfortable in the first place. Wanting to close this chapter of your morning as quickly as possible, you simply reached up and flushed as commanded, removing one aspect of the morning’s discomfort. “Thanks buddy,” he said, in a way that somehow made you feel even smaller. “Now, get behind me and get that face buried deep in my ass and get that tongue to work. I’m going to shave while I think about what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”

He turned on the faucet in a way that made clear no further discussion would be necessary. You looked at this cocky, handsome, ripped, young stud that had taken everything from you and all you could think as you gingerly made your way to the vertical trench that separates the two massive mounds of his ass was, “there hadn’t been any toilet paper in that bowl.”

[showmeyourfeet]

[itshardforyouhuh]

“If you want to taste it just come taste it!” my former best bud exclaimed pulling that daft face at me.

Since I’d confessed my foot fetish and submissive nature to him he’d seen to it that our relationship changed quickly. Just a few months later and my dick was locked up, and he had me on my knees with my hands cuffed to the radiator behind me.

I couldn’t get near those beautiful feet that I needed to taste so badly. It was fucking cruel. My dick was straining so hard against the cage. I was close to tears, I’d been here for hours.

“Please Boss, please just let me taste them, please, please, please”, I whimpered and pleaded.

He laughed. It was a mean laugh.

“I already gave you permission dafty, come and get them!”

He knew I couldn’t. He was just bored and using me for entertainment.

My dick tried to twitch, a tear rolled down my cheek.

[freudlich]

[itshardforyouhuh]

You know I can’t unlock you bud! You literally told me you’d beg me to release you and that I should never give in! I’d be the worst best friend in the world if I promised to help you experience your “denial” fetish and then permitted you everything you wanted wouldn’t I?

You can rub my feet til Matt gets home, unless you think that would make it feel more intense? That’s your problem, not mine.

Dyou know Matt was so horny this morning we fucked twice? I really don’t know what it is about not cumming that you enjoy so much… fucking and cumming is the best. Though, that’s not my problem either is it?

[nyfeet]

[itshardforyouhuh]

I’m sorry fag it’s just so funny. God, or evolution, or whatever made you literally the horniest sluttiest person I’ve ever met, but also gave you a fetish for chastity and denial? Like, I’ve never known anyone who is so constantly in heat like you. I swear I can feel it radiate out of you. How could I not laugh at your predicament? You’re just fucking wired wrong.

Anyway, if you want to kiss this foot before you leave, you’ll need to send me another hundred and agree to keep that cage on for another week. Sound good?