Janus didn't know why he agreed to doing this. He'd actually put the poll up as a joke—but he had no clue that this many of his followers had a piss kink. He loved the uproar he'd get from them when he did what they liked, so he decided he'd do this, besides, what if he did actually end up liking it? The worst that could happen was wet pants.

Now, Janus wasn't shy with the camera-at all, so he didn't mind showing his face. Besides, he wasn't ashamed. It was just porn, and if his mother found his account, shame on her for watching it.

So, he got the stream ready, coming on camera already desperate. He knew he could easily fake it, but he liked to be real, plus, it was more fun this way. He got to feel everything.

So, he turned on the camera for the livestream, and began. He gave it a little while for people to get on, and sipped a bit of his water, biting his lips, crossing his legs, and curling his toes in desperate distress as he talked to his followers, already getting thousands of comments. He may have overdid it with the water, but he had been excited. He didn't want this stream to be so short, so he would hold as long as he could.

"Okay guys," he announced as he was ready for the livestream, enough people watching, "over the course of two hours, i've had a bottle of water, a cup of coffee, and some tea" his voice was shaky and he tapped his foot. He was already very desperate. He hadn't expected to feel this way so soon. "As you may have already guessed, this is the piss kink video."

He got a ton of comments, and he tried to read as many as he could as the chat flooded, and he read some out loud, knowing that he'd likely be getting requests for what to do in this video.

"Okay..so, i'm seeing quite a few people telling me what to do. My my, am I going to be your little pet this time around? Are you all going to be my masters? Well then, okay.." he smirked, the chat flooding once again.

"Oh, I see a bunch of you telling me to stand up. To hold, and not dare ruin my tight jeans..." so, he stood up, adjusting the camera to a perfect angle, and bit his lip, "may I squirm?"

The chat went wild, and he was given permission, everybody yelling at him about how they'd love to see him squirm and hold himself, to try desperately to hold back the flood gates.

His camera was good quality, so the video wasn't blurred. They could see him perfectly.

So, he stood away from the camera to get the good angles, and started whimpering and squirming. God, he felt so heavy..and his jeans-his jeans were so, so tight.

He read some comments aloud, some of which told him to do some challenges while desperate, some told him to do exercises, and some told him to just squirm.

So, he did one in particular, that told him to turn on running water noises. So, he grabbed his phone and turned on a heavy faucet running water noise, and that really got him squirming, grabbing at his crotch, rocking his hips, rutting against his hands, and grabbing himself tightly.

His knees were locked together tightly, and he could really feel the pressure.

"Gah-" he gasped, "I-I leaked-s-sorry master.." he muttered, his now wet fingers glistening, holding his crotch tightly where there was defiantly a wet patch on his light blue skinny jeans.

The chat went wild, and he was faces with intense punishments for his mistakes. A few caught his eye, but one in particular didn't seem too bad, but it didn't seem easy at all.

'Spread your legs and Press on your bladder for forty seconds, hard. Hold it, and if you leak, repeat it'

He read it aloud, well, at least it wasn't him having to crank a vibrator up his ass on high speed with no squirming.

So, he asked, "should I lay down or stay standing up?"

Ninety seven percent of the comments commanded him to stay standing up, so he did, closing his eyes and squeezing his left hand into a tight fist as he put his right hand over his full bladder, and pushed.

Well, the commenter never said he couldn't grab himself or squirm, they just simply said, don't leak. So, the whole time he had his hand pushed tightly against his bladder, he held himself with his other, squeezing tightly, one thigh crossed on top of the other as hight as possible as he rubbed his knees together.

He got through the forty seconds, panting, gasping, and squirming in between doubling over and twisting his body every which way.

When he finished, he quickly removed his hand, now using both of them to hold and squirm.

He quickly bounced up and down, his legs practically glued together as he shivered, intaking sharp breaths over and over again, breathing somehow seeming to put even more weight on his bladder. The sound of running water loudly looping from his phone not helping in the least.

"Do five jumping jacks and drink some more water" he read a post, voice cracking and shaking.

As he stood up straight from his hunched position, he moaned and groaned, quickly finishing his task of five jumping jacks, though it felt like forever. The jostling and jumping really didn't help him at all, and what was even worse was when he picked up that cold glass of water, condensation dripping from the sides, ice cubes floating tauntingly.

He was commanded from the chat to drink it slowly, both hands on the glass, and to squirm and hold with no hands. So he put the cup up to his lips, and drank it slowly, water running down his chin as he took long sips and huge gulps. By the time he'd finished the water, he had a bunch of ice cubes left, and of course the chat found a good use for them.

He was told by his 'masters' to put the ice on his bulging bladder, and to press it in until it melted completely. The cold ice on his warm skin was a complete shock to him. It took all of his willpower not to leak or dribble-hell, to not piss himself on the spot.

He hissed through his teeth every time he felt the uncomfortable, cold pang of the ice melting into water. He squirmed and fidgeted as he watched said water run down into his pants and felt it as it tickle his member.

He cursed loudly as he finished the last ice cube, bucking his hips and biting his lips. God, how long has it been? It couldn't have been long, but it was agonizing and he felt like he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He couldn't disappoint his followers, though, so he held on.

He continued for a while longer, doing more challenges, (and punishments when he dared to leak) but soon enough it just became too much for him, as he fell to the ground, hands jammed between his thighs, knees together- it was a pathetic sight to the chat, who were teasing him. God, he knew they loved it.

His eyes were filled with tears, because god, it hurts-so, so bad. He knew if he stood up he'd loose control.

'A little dangerous there with no towel' one commenter in the chat said.

And it certainly was. He wondered why he hadn't gotten a towel-well, he figured the chat would just love to see him, a messy, pathetic mess, sitting in a puddle of his own making.

"P-please, master-may I go? I just-just can't take it anymore! It hurts, it's forcing it's way out! I can just feel it!" He begged from the floor, tears escaping his eyes as his cock twitched in his pants. God, it felt so uncomfortable, yet so arousing.

'No' was the word that was flooded throughout the chat. He was even given commands to stand back up and show everyone his pathetic squirming.

He was told to hold it until he physically could not take it anymore. Not by choice, but by the giving in of his own body. So, he waited, and stood up, bending down and holding himself as tight as he could.

He even tried to just stand still without holding or squirming, however finding out quickly that it wasn't possible without causing himself a major accident immediately, so he continued to squirm, hold, do challenges, and punishments, until-

He leaked...and this wasn't just the usual leak, it was a huge spurt, and everyone watching the stream could see it. And the chat was now in an uproar.

He knew everyone was typing furiously, watching their screens with intent as they posted comments, not even bothering to check any spelling.

So Janus' eyes grew wide, and he continued to squirm, but to no avail. At this point the looped running water video was turned off. They'd wanted to hear his squeaks, moans, groans, and cries.

So, his hands flew away as they became piss soaked and shiny. His pants were soaked within seconds, thighs and pants becoming soaked, a huge puddle quickly forming below him, the drips and hisses making the chat scream.

Not to even mention the noises Janus was making along with it. His desperation was so satisfying, his release was amazing. He was relived and overwhelmed, and he sunk to the floor, sitting in the puddle of piss, still going, sighing and sagging the weight of his body to the ground.

So, when he finally finished, letting out the usual post-piss sigh, he finally started checking the chat, as well as the damage. There were to many heart emoji's and moaning faces to even comprehend, there was so much praise and applause.

And there was so much piss, too.

So, his voice and breath still shaky, he announced breathily to his followers that he was finished, and thanked them for coming to the chat and donating.

He gave them a quivering smile, still dazed, and turned the stream off.

I might edit later, but then again, probably not 🥲