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Bryce In Trouble (Preview)
🕑 Added 2023-06-10 16:00:10 +0000 UTCBryce hurried into the building, scurrying straight past the bar. His hand had worked its way into his pants pocket so he could hold his dick discreetly, but it wasn’t giving him a very firm grasp. Soon, he’d have to grab himself for real again, and he wanted to be away from the bar patrons when that happened.
Locating the men’s room in the back of the bar, Bryce almost ran the final few steps and grasped the handle, giving it an eager tug. His bladder throbbed, and his thighs rubbed together when he felt some scorching heat building up in his length. He was so close, he couldn’t start leaking now.
But, the door didn’t open.
Ohhh, come on! Someone was already in there?
Well, he supposed, it was a bar. Everyone was drinking a lot, he’d been naïve in thinking that there wouldn’t be a wait. He should just be grateful there wasn’t a whole line. Bryce leaned against the wall, stepping lightly between his feet as he waited. ‘Come on,’ he thought. ‘Come on, hurry. I’ve been holding it all day!’ Why had he done that to himself?! It was his own fault he was so uncomfortable and desperate now, plenty of chances to piss and he’d passed all of them up…
He prodded himself just above his cock, feeling the firm swell of his bladder tremble. God… His middle felt hard as a rock, so much liquid trapped inside of him. The thought of all the tea he’d had today, of how he’d failed to release any of it… All of it was sloshing around in his bladder, desperate for an escape, and the door wouldn’t open. He had to hold it, had to hold it because he’d been so careless and hadn’t relieved himself sooner.
What a careless, little fool he was, the immense pressure bearing down on his trembling urethra was his punishment. He’d been so bad… Hadn’t behaved himself at all…
