Drank four litres of water and let a girl control my bladder until the point of extreme desperation.

She made me hold for hours, leaving me in absolute agony.

As my crotch muscles became exhausted straining to keep the dam from bursting, I began to dribble and leak, spurts of piss dampening the crotch of my jeans. A dark wet patch of shame slowly spread between my legs as spurts of piss escaped my aching bladder.

I become so desperate I was unable to hold back the deluge without my hands jammed tightly between my legs, my sphincter burning in agony.

By the end, my swollen bladder become so tortured I was left curled up in the bath, hands clamped tightly into my crotch to keep from wetting. The fullness of my bladder left my abdomen so bloated I had to loosen my belt and unbutton my jeans.

Capitalising on my desperation, she decided to torture me by forcing me to do press ups, my bladder spurting into my crotch with each and every one. She then forced my to sit on the toilet, pull down my jeans and underwear and continue to hold, taunting the prospect of relief before my eyes. My tortured bladder burned with every second, pleading to be allowed to let go.

Finally, hours of agony, my exhausted bladder gave way and the dam burst, sending a deluge of piss gushing down my dick and jetting out into my boxers, soaking my crotch. The torrent quickly soaked my jeans, forming a huge wet stain of humiliation between my legs. The release felt orgasmic as the floods of warm fluid saturated my crotch, immersed my dick and pooled between my feet. The waterfall continued to flow for several minutes, leaving me standing in a huge puddle of my own making.

For the rest of the evening, my strained bladder was too weak to even keep back the smallest amount of piss, dribbles of pee escaping into my underwear as my sore sphincter sought a reprieve.

What an enjoyable experience.