Desperate for a Story: Pee Desperation Stories

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Those words still never truly left his brain. It wasn't just his father - as a fourteen-year old, wetting himself was exactly what his classmates needed to make him an official target. Sol was bullied endlessly for wetting himself, both physically and verbally. It was something that would never get away from him, even as he distanced himself from the event.

Everything crumpled around him; he broke into a tearful mess, hands squeezing, pale and shaking with desperation. Louis just wants to pee. But so does Harry. This is definitely not going to end well. Language: English Words: 1,952 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 11 Kudos: 144 Bookmarks: 7 Hits: 15,481Sam loved holding his urine, and yet he would love to be able to pee in public better than he used to. He was a little pee shy. He always pees after everyone in his office pees so that the toilet is just his. Sam is now waiting for Wallie to go to the Gents, but Wallie is still sitting there at his desk. Series Dami-ien-" Sol was still shaking, but he felt a long leak stream into his pants. "I'm so - I'm so sorry - but I need to..." he curled deeply, whimpering as he forced his bladder to hold everything in.

Get out." Sol's father's voice was cold. "And take your faggot boyfriend with you." The words were cruelly said - the meaning of the words even crueler. Sol tried to apologize, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head, a loud chorus of voices saying, You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so stupid. His whole body was vibrating, trembling from head to toe, and he was heaving as he cried. Damien." Sol smiled warmly. "Shut up, okay? I'm fine. It just hurts a bit because of all that pizza."

Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?" Robbing banks is thirsty work. Language: English Words: 3,113 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 111 Bookmarks: 8 Hits: 3,269

Louis loved to tease Harry. Language: English Words: 2,241 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 176 Bookmarks: 11 Hits: 15,956 Sam and Dean are having a holding contest. There's lots of desperation, losing control, and a little Wincest. It's not like there's any plot worth mentioning, really. He hated himself at that moment. For being gay, for having a small bladder, for being so stupid as to let it get this bad.

His eyes anxiously darted to the window, where trees blurred past him. The ride to his house was about ten minutes from the pizza place - ten minutes. That wasn't that long. He could it hold it for ten minutes. His bladder thought otherwise, sending a desperate wave of agony through Sol's body. Sol whimpered, and hunched forward, both hands squeezing harshly through the fabric of his jeans. His hands were clammy and sweaty, and he clawed desperately at his crotch, trying to stop a flood from happening. Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit?