Alec has done this multiple times, and each session feels like riding a roller coaster of emotions. Anger, nervousness, shame, embarrassment—he goes through it all while trying to hold his piss. He’s also sneaky as fuck, which you’ll see for yourself. Because he became difficult, we ended up letting him piss probably earlier than we would have liked. But don’t let that put you off—this boy was desperate.
     Throughout the night, this twink drank a ton. Kay even said that if he hadn’t been so difficult, Alec would’ve been perfect: big dick, sexy body, and vocal about needing to pee—euphoria. His desperation hit hard. He was breathing heavily, moaning, grunting—his facial expressions were practically begging for relief. At one point, we asked him to grab a chair. He stormed out of the bathroom, slammed the door behind him, and returned with a large wet spot on his boxers. We assumed he peed a bit—maybe more—but we didn’t care. No big deal. We were going to push him to that limit again, and we did—sooner than he expected.
     When asked to stand up, his boxers were noticeably wetter than when he sat down. The nervousness and desperation on his face were pure gold. His cheeks flushed red, and he kept staring down at his dick like he was trying to control it with his mind. He was swollen—his circumcised cock clearly outlined against the fabric of his boxers. He kept drinking water, determined to push himself closer and closer to the breaking point. As the leaking grew more uncontrollable, he begged—over and over—until finally, in a burst of frustration, he yanked his dick out and pissed into the toilet, shouting “Fuck you, you stupid bitch!”