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@thatoneguypissing
What happens next?
A man, looking anxious and grabbing his crotch, runs to a counter and ask a male receptionist there. He doesn’t notice that the receptionist is squirming.
“Excuse me, do you know where the nearest men’s room is?” The man asks.
Great fun! Read the replies and enjoy!
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Men’s Room at Gas Station (by joey)
A court jester who's been working at the palace all day with no chance to empty his bladder, summoned to the king's chambers in the evening. The king wants to be amused, and the jester tries his best, but something is off. He stumbles over his words when reciting his jokes, songs and poetry, especially when there's a watery metaphor involved. He doesn't dare attempt any acrobatics. Eventually he's hunched over a little at the waist, sweating through his makeup, unable to keep from un-subtly dancing about in place. He makes a few feeble attempts to ask if he can be excused, but the king is insistent that he stay. The jester's full bladder grows more and more heavy and taut until it's aching, pulsing and throbbing inside him. Soon it gets so bad that he has to blurt out the truth (even if doing so in front of his patron makes him blush under the white paint).
"Sire, I...I have to relieve myself."
The king simply pauses, gets up from his chair and stretches.
"Not a bad idea."
There's a chamberpot under the bed, of course, and the king kicks it out into the open with his foot, undoes his breeches and lets loose. All in full view of his jester, who has to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from groaning out loud. The sound of the other man's piss tinkling into the chamberpot is torturous. The poor, tormented clown is left shaking and whimpering into his sleeve. Relief is right there in front of him, and he's forbidden from it. The king finishes up and returns to his chair, looking his servant dead in the eyes with a smug smirk.
"You were saying?"
The jester knows the consequences of ruining the carpet in the royal chambers, so he has no choice but to squeeze his thighs together and give a sickly smile in return. He's barely clenching back the leaks that are threatening to stain his motley, left squirming on the spot and tugging at the bells on his collar. It's going to be a long evening.
"W-what are your - ah - orders, my liege?"
Throughout the ages there have been many servants who had to perform their duties for many hours with no opportunity to pee, so this scenario is plausible!
When you gotta go, you gotta go!
Favorite Pee Holding Things
- When a guy is just holding his piss, but isn’t desperate. Fanning his legs and tapping his foot and squirming. I like to be able to tell when a guy has to piss but he’s not because he’s talking with friends and not trying to focus on it, and doesn’t need to go so he doesn’t. - Guys who say they have to piss and try to go, but aren’t able to because they’re called back to do something - Guys who have to pee drinking more while they have to pee. Even better if they say they have to pee but are still drinking. - The shakey leg thing, it’s just cute - Cute guys bouncing up and down while waiting in a line to use the bathroom - Deep breaths in and out and stepping foot to foot because they really have to piss and are trying to not be obvious about it
I especially like the guys who say they have to piss but keep drinking. That tells me that they’re getting some enjoyment or satisfaction from holding it. Maybe they’re proud to be able to hold it even if there’s no one to appreciate this athletic feat.
the Prince sat at the head of the table listening to the councilors of the kingdom. At least he pretended to listen. He had at the beginning of the council session, he really had, but that had been hours ago. The men had droned on and on about expenditures and taxes and all the while the Prince’s bladder had swollen inside of him.
Now all he could do was try nodded his head as he focused on not squirming in his seat. Fuck. He had to piss. He shouldn’t have drunken so much of the water. Throughout the meeting his loyal cupbearer had been quick to never let his goblet fall empty, and with each monotoned analysis on tariffs with the neighboring kingdom, the prince had absent kindly took one sip after another till he had filled his bladder to bursting.
the Prince grimaced. It felt like a massive wine skin was balancing in his lap. The pressure was agonizing. The Prince’s breaths took up a swallower beat as he bounced the balls of his feet. His legs shook and beneath the table his legs twists around one another. Ahh. Fuck. He was a grown man darn it. He could hold it, he just had to make it through this meeting. There was no way he was going to excuse himself like a child. He winced as his bladder seized. His fist tightened against the table.
“Does Your Highness not approve of the canal expansion?” Asked one of the councilor, misinterpreting the Prince’s desperation for anger at whatever proposal he had just submitted.
“Sire, If I may, the expansion of the canal would be vital to the kingdom, particularly the lower wetlands.”
The Prince squeezed his eyes stuck. The Word wetlands sloshed around in his head. Despite himself he grounded his knees together.
“Right now the canal allows only a trickle of trade, but with a bigger wider passage of water , we could flood the lower wetland with all kind of goods, and with all the gold we’d have enough to fill the palace fountains with wine, I assure you the waters are are our key to success. If we do this results will come gushing in—“
“Alright!” The Prince snapped, a whimper in his throat, as he found himself ready to plead with the man to stop talking. Every word had been like a squeeze on his bladder. The images of rushing waters, of fountains spraying arch’s, AahH! It was all too much, the prince whimpered, jamming a hand between his legs, looking at the councilors who looked back at him in confusion. The prince let out is gasp as some of his piss squirted out, leaking into his underwear, spraying the material with his hot golden pee before he clamped down on his crotch, stopping bit. A dark wet spot, small the size of a prince formed on his trousers.
“I-I agree with the c-canal expansion ,” the prince said hastily, desperate, in more ways than one, to end the meeting. “Is that all?”
“Thank you sire, that is a wise decision-“
The Prince bit back a moan shifting in his seat. Slamming a fist against the table. He could feel the volume of piss bearing down his shaft, hitting the floodgates of his bladder like a besieging arm, it slammed into wave after wave. He wasn’t sure how many waves he could enduring. He fidgeted. “I said is that all?”
“y-yes, sire—“
“Then go! You have my orders, go, go!” The prince waved for the councilors to leave, feeling his own words squeeze his bladder. He had to go. Gahh! Fuck he had to go so bad! He need a chamber bot. He needed one now! He’s Al even settle for that blasted pitcher of water! Anything, anything at all he could empty his aching overfull bladder. Anywhere but in his pants!
The gods it seemed had other plans for him. The moment the last of the councilors was out of the room, the Prince lost all sense of decorum. He had to pee! The fierce mannered prince was hon, replaced with a prince on the verge of tears in his desperation to pee. He moaned, jamming both his hands between his legs, squirming and writhing in his chair with abandon, his faces turning red as he moaned and whimpered like a slut as he desperately tried to hold back his impending accident.
“No! No-nnononono!” Cried the Prince has he crossed his legs, bouncing desperately in his seat. He couldn’t get up! His bladder was so full, so heavy, he knew the instant he tried to stand it would all come gushing out! “Fuck! No! This can’t be happening! Please, Please! Gaahhh!” The Prince felt another squirt shoot out into his underwear. He was losing control. “Please! Don’t let me piss myself! Fuck! I-I can’t! Hold it!”
“Your Highness?”
the Prince was for a moment taken out of his seated potty dance as he looked up, realizing that while the councilors were gone, he was not yet alone. There was the cupbearer, eyes wide as he stared at the state of his prince, and there, in his hands, frozen in shock, was that damn water pitcher.
The Prince lost all control over his bodily functions as his bladder burst, and a surge of hot golden piss came surge out of his cockhead. His mouth opened as he moaned in ecstasy as he gave up and piss his pants, feeling the gushing torrent of pee quickly overwhelm his underwear and soak through his pants. He pants, whimpering bad pee gushed and gush and GUSHED out of him, floodingbhis pants and the seat between his legs. It pour out like a golden river, pooling beneath him, soaking his trousers and turn the thin fabric see through. Yet she was still peeing. He shudder, gasping and moaning as more piss rushed out of him, emptying his bladder with avengement. Soon the chair could not contain its and it filled up, pouring over the sides and cascading down to the floor like a fountain. The prince dropped his head down to the table, embarrassment and humiliation filling him as his bladder emptied all over the floor, running in rivulets down his legs and over the sides of the chair till the prince was left sitting in a lake of his own piss.
One time, I was traveling and needed gas and to pee. It wasn't desperate yet but severe. I pulled off the freeway and debated whether to go in and use the restroom or pump the gas first. I chose to get the gas. As I was pumping th need did get frantic. I was trying to wait just a few more minutes to finish the gas. I knew I had squirted a little but thought it wouldn't be noticeable. I kept pumping and a couple more squirts happened. I finished pumping the gass, put the nozzle back in the bracket and the cap back on the truck. I started walking toward the store and a steady stream started. I looked down and a dark patch was growing rapidly. It turned into one of those out of body frantic times when you don't know if you should keep walking into the store with obviously pee soaked khaki colored cargo shorts or get back in the truck. I suddenly snapped to and turned around to get in the truck. When I sat back down in the seat I totally soaked the shorts. I buckled my seatbelt and hit the road. I drove another hour and a half in the shorts.
Did I say this was one day? Yes. It was one day ago. Yesterday almost 24 hours ago.
The Prince and the Knight
“oh— Mhmm!” The prince moaned as he hurried as much as he could through the castle halls, his gloved right hand jammed between his legs. He really needed to piss! The prince moaned again as he turned the corner and caught sight of his private chamber, his knight standing guard before the door.
“Everything all right sir?” Asked the knight as the prince approached, forcing himself to stand up straight. The prince looked up at the bigger man, and opened his mouth to tell him to get out of the way. His bladder felt like an over stuffed water skin and threatened to burst at the seems. A few small leaks had escaped the prince, leaving small stains on his underwear but he still had time. Rapidly dwindling time. Gah! He screamed in his head. He couldn’t wait to stand over the chamber pot and whip out his cock and spray it.
The prince tensed as his bladder spasmed and sent a torrent of per straight down his shaft. The prince let out a slutty moan as he again was forced to jam his hands between his legs grabbing his crotch in a tight grip. He bent and folded in on himself, whimpering as he stood up on the tips of his toes. Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!
“what’s wrong?” Asked the knight, rushing to the Prince’s side. “Are you hurt?”
the prince shook his head, his face blushing red. How could he tell him that he was seconds away from pissing his pants? Ahh! The Prince pushed the knight away and stumbled to the door before stopping.
“ahhAHHH!” The prince half shouted and half moaned as he reached for the door handle. “I-I-I c-can’t hold it! I am gonna piss myself!”
“oh no!” The knight moved to grab the prince, ready to carry him to the chamber pot— but alas— he was too slow and too late.
HSSSSSSS!
The sound of a pipe springing a leak was deafening in the corridor as the dam holding back the Prince’s bladder broke! The prince let out a gasp and a high pitch squeal as hot warm gold piss invaded his pants, flooding his underwear. It gushed out like a river, soaking the fabric and running down in rivulets over his hands that remained weakly cupping his leaking crotch. A dark stain spread out afrom his crotch on the royal’s fine garments. Before twin gold cascades of the Prince’s pee fell down his legs. A massive puddle forced in the Prince’s boots and on the stone floor.
The prince moaned as he as he slammed a fist against the bed chamber door, his body relaxing as he gave up. A second wave of piss poured out of him shoot straight through the over saturated underwear and trousers to arc downward to the floor. The Prince’s face was flushed red with embarrassment while the knight watched his charge wet himself.
the prince continued to pee his pants for what felt like forever till finally the stream stop and he was left bent over standing in a puddle of his own urine. The prince shimmered as he turned to the knight.
“C-Could you fetch me some new pants?”
“of course”
I've written stories about the days of princes and knights, when their duties did not allow them to pee for prolonged periods. Imagine a great, sprawling castle with just one communal toilet/urinal area - and the prince has a secret viewing port into it.
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Can I have some bathroom rules for when I'm at home and on-the-go (stores and such)? I live alone so go crazy with the home rules ☺️
I'll start with some rules for going out! 1. If you are leaving anywhere, or mentally getting ready to leave, you are not allowed to use the bathroom. Even if you realize you need to pee, you need to hold it until you get somewhere else. That includes when you leave your home. 2. You either need to bring a drink with you or plan to get a drink while you are out. If you are out for more than an hour, you need to finish this drink before you go home. 3. If you are just going out for errands that won't take more than an hour or two, you should not use the bathroom until you get back home. 4. You may only go to the bathroom once per place you visit, unless you are drinking alcohol. If you have been somewhere for a while and need to pee a second time, you're just going to have to hold it until you go somewhere else. 5. All other rules aside, no avoidable accidents in places where other people have to deal with it. But if you have to break the rules because you are too desperate to hold it any longer, you have to send an ask to tell me why and what happened. Be descriptive 😉 Let me know if you like these rules or want something else!
The most important rule is to never pee just before going out. No "precautionary pees"! Almost as important is the rule that you drink at least one 12-ounce beverage while you're out. And always plan that you will hold it until you get home.
Dumb as they come
Billy wasn't packing much in the brain department, but he made up for it with his oversized package. His coach introduced him to method acting, emphasizing that to be a better wrestler, Billy needed to always think, live, and act like one. Unlike his teammates, Coach insisted that Billy wear his singlet to classes and around campus, even forbidding him from pulling on his warm-ups after matches. Instead, Billy had to walk around, meet fans, take pictures, and sit in the stands wearing just his gray singlet. The fans and his classmates found it hilarious, constantly chuckling and snapping pictures of the dumb jock strutting around in his tight, revealing singlet. To Billy's mortification, these pictures flooded the internet, even leading to the creation of a fan site featuring close-up shots of him in his singlet at wrestling meets, sitting in the cafeteria, and an extremely popular set of Billy working out and stretching in the grass on the campus quad.
He even wore the singlet under his jeans, making peeing awkward. So he would hold his pee until he was pinching his member, and that would make him hard. That was quite a spectacle!
another imagine your fave thing
they’ve been struggling with the need to go for hours, but they’re in a meeting, and as someone in a higher position of work, they don’t want to show weakness in front of the others.
some time passes. their legs are shaking under the table, and their hands are clenched tightly at their side as they try to hide their desperation and keep their composure. a particularly strong urge hits, and they can’t help but whimper as their hands fly between their legs.
noticing the worried glances from their coworkers next to them, they pull their hands back and try to look professional.
“p-please excuse me for a moment.” they stutter as they slowly get up to leave.
the rest of them opt to ignore the sound of them running to the restroom and slamming the door behind them. they especially choose to ignore the sound water against water, and the loud sigh of relief.
Like wow - I never knew this actually happened… Is this a regular thing?….
hey! when u gotta go, u gotta go! ;)
