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The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting. I am squirming a little and getting distracted. If I could not find a nearby restroom, I would start getting worried. 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. Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.

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When I went downstairs I saw another small note. I made you a smoothie that is in the freezer. Don’t forget your cup of coffee and there is ice tea in the fridge. I was slightly nervous about all of the liquids without control of the bathroom, but also excited. I watched a couple episodes of tv while I had my coffee and my smoothie then I when to get ready to leave. I put some tea into a cup got my stuff together, turned my toy on and texted to say I was heading to the store. Having the pre-flight jitters?", he heard a friendly voice from next to him. He turned to actually look at the guy sitting next to him for the first time. He's actually quite attractive, all lean muscle and broad shoulders, with just a hint of scruff on his cheek. Exactly his type, to be precise. Fantastic. Not only was he going to pee his pants on a flight, he was going to do it next too a gorgeous guy. Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?" one of them was very vocal about how badly he needed to piss and that he couldn’t hold out through the numerous number of stops- eventually he could no longer sit still and was literally pacing up and down and threatening to get off at the next station as he couldn’t take it any longer! One of his friends told him to relax-saying that it was: “all in the mind” to which he replied that he actually had a full bladder and was on the verge of wetting his pants! You can use the restroom when we are in the air. Please take your seat now." Her voice was friendly, but insistent.Thirty minutes later, they still hadn't moved and Ben was beside himself with worry. He was teetering closer and closer to the edge of losing control. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. If only he knew how long he still had to wait. If he knew there would be relief in 15 minutes, he could make it. But what if they didn't move for another hour? What if they didn't move for another two hours? Good morning! I am glad to hear from you! I see you read my note and thank you for asking. Before you go to the bathroom I want you to finish getting ready, finish showering, brush your teeth, do your hair, do your makeup. You can go right before you put your clothes on and toy in. I hope you have a yummy breakfast! He made the last few meters and gripped the handle. The door wouldn't open. It was like a nightmare come true. He moved the handle several more times, unable to accept this cruel turn of fate. Surely, there hadn't been anybody leaving their seat to use the bathroom before him, had there? He couldn't recall seeing anyone. Then again, he had been quite busy trying not to piss himself. I have leaked and have to hold myself to stop from doing it again. I can not think about anything else. I am completely desperate and feel like I only have minutes left.

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We are having a little technical problem, sir. It is not possible to use the restroom at this moment." 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. It is very obvious I am desperate. I am holding myself and crossing to stop from peeing. I can go another 30 minutes max.He went to take his seat, which of course was at the very end of the plane. He tried to hurry, feeling the glare from some of the other passengers, but it's really hard when he had to pee worse than he ever had to before in his life. Oh God, why didn't he just go after he got off the train. To hell with making the bloody flight. Everything is wrong, but it's not medical. Or maybe it was medical. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Other people never had these kinds of problems at seventeen, did they? Sol moaned loudly, body wrenching forward, hands jammed in his crotch. His boxers were wet and damp, encouraging the rest of his bladder to pour over them. Sol winced and squeezed and wriggled. He couldn't give in. He couldn't- Sol would be okay. He had some issues that needed to be worked out, but Damien would help him through it. Are you okay?" Damien had an iron grip on the steering wheel. "It sounds like you're in too much pain. Babe, I'm taking you to the ER, okay?"

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He reached his row and of course it's a window seat, which meant he had to awkwardly squeeze past the guy sitting next to him. Thankfully, it's only two seats on each side, the plane being rather on the small side. But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong." Baby, you need to learn to control that bladder of yours and what is a better way to make sure you don’t have another accident than a day in public practicing your holding? It is quite simple of a task little one. You had 32 ounces of water before we left for the mall and now you are going to need 68 more before we even considered a bathroom, but we have already5 gone over this so what don’t you get?” I tried to assure him that it would be a few more minutes, but it did feel like the lift was moving painfully slow. He crossed his legs and was jiggling his feet wildly - I’m pretty sure he had his member firmly pressed between his thighs. I love you," Damien said, peppering Sol's tear-streaked face with kisses. "I love you, please. Please don't say you're gross."I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better." Surely, that must have been his over-active imagination, creating nightmare scenarios. Surely, she had not just said what he thought she said.