Omorashi FanFictions

Norway/all nordics (!repost!)

(I didn't write this, a lovely blog on Tumblr @thehallowednsfw DID and it's amazing! Full credit to them if y'all got Tumblr go follow them! In no way is this mine full credit to them!)

-Thinking about it now, it had been a stupid proposition. The fact that it had been Denmark's idea should have been enough alone to tell him that. But he still went along with it to shut him up.
-Denmark wanted to prove he was he king, to Sweden, and of course he dragged every one else in too. He challenged them all to a holding contest.

-He was sure he could win, boasting about how he had the larger bladder, how he didn't really need to pee before but did so they were all equal, encouraging them to do the same. They did and them sat five chairs in a circle in their large, mainly empty garage.

-Finland, being the mum of them all, suggested that a bucket in the middle of the circle would be a good idea, Sweden nodded and everyone else agreed verbally, not wanting to argue with the self appointed parents of the group.
-Denmark serves everyone with three pints of water, all of them downing them with varying degrees of discomfort.

-Sweden; non at all, Finland; whined a little, Iceland; complained about he temperature but stopped when Norway told him it was cute, Norway; suffered silently for the first two but made sure everyone else was as unhappy as he was by whining like a little bitch for the last one, Denmark; Practically opened his gullet and poured it down his throat.

-Nothing really happens for the first hour except casual chatter and occasional flirting. However, two hours in and Finland is whining again, fidgeting and shamelessly holding himself through his trousers. Finland could see, however, that Iceland was fairing way worse than him and he knew for a fact that he wouldn't want to be out first. He knew he had to do something.

-It only takes a few more minutes before Finland announces his loss before standing up from the chair and darting to the bucket, his moans of relief and the sound of the urine hitting the bottom of the plastic reciprocal driving everyone else closer to their own breaking point; those who had a front view having to turn away and try not to listen. They were all thankful when he took his place back in the circle.

-Next it was Iceland, repeatedly chanting the same words over and over again in Icelandic and jamming his hands between his legs, doing everything he could to scramble to his feet without letting a single drop out. However, he wasn't quite quick enough, glistening lines trailing their way down his trousers and darkening the fabric. He panicked and released the grip he had on himself to jam them down his pants and hurriedly pull himself out of the confinement of the clothes, hot piss leaking out in small, fast jets. He only just managed to aim correctly before his hold crumbled, a strong stream picking up and leaving him shivering with pleasure, his knees almost giving out.
-Finland, being the only one that could move properly, ended up having to support him while he finished emptying his sore bladder, obscene moans sounding from the smaller male. Once he was done, a deep blush spread across his face and he walked out of the room, only to come back a few minutes later with a fresh pair of trousers on.

-Norway was suffering, to say the least, and was regretting everything he had done today. His bladder was throbbing and feeling heavily abused, his knuckles white from the ironclad grip he had on the sides of the seat and his sides ached on and off with each passing wave of desperation that wracked his shaking frame. He was honestly convinced he was going to die, however he kept up the façade that he was fine and wore the same stone faced expression as always.

-Surprisingly, its Sweden who falls victim to is bodily functions next, him giving only a grunt before standing shakily and walking slowly over to the orange makeshift toilet. He un buttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulled himself out and repositioned his stance just as dark yellow urine began to trickle out. It stung, he wasn't going to lie, but the power of relief far outweighed the pain and left him week at the knees as the trickle turned into a powerful stream.

-The sight alone sent Denmark's hands flying to his crotch, gripping himself in a attempt to stem to trickle of urine that was forcing it's way out without permission, dampening his underwear before stopping again.

-He shoots Sweden a warning glare, a silent plea for him to hurry up and move before he made not only a fool of himself but a mess of the concreate floor, and Sweden, no where near finished, sighed and clenched his muscles, stopping the flow of urine almost instantly; that burned more.

-Denmark instantly shot up, pushing his cold hands bellow the waistline of his lose pyjama bottoms and pulled his dick free of the sodden boxer shorts and pissing a flood into the bucket. While he wanted to win, an he had fully intended to, but he didn't really mind losing to Norway, as long as he had at least beaten Sweden. They all looked at him in shock, perhaps because,

-No one was paying enough attention to Norway to see him release his death grip on the chair and instead hunch in on himself. No one heard him gasp or moan quietly. What they also missed was the gentle hiss of urine pouring out of him, soaking his trousers and the seat under him before cascading down to the ground like a burning waterfall, pooling on the concreate and darkening it as it seeped into the porous material.

-What they didn't miss, however, was the choked sob that escaped through gritted teeth as he tried desperately to stop the burning flow of urine, gripping tighter, pushing himself further into the chair. They all turned to face him, showing varied reactions, ranging from shock to sympathy and even mild disgust.

-Finland was the first to react, rushing to him and wrapping him and a hug from the side and shushing him in a low tone, telling him it's okay, that this happens to everyone. And as if to prove his point, Sweden gave off an alarmed noise and then a second lot of pattering could be heard, a dark patch forming on his left trouser leg and spreading down, glistening at the edges and spreading on the floor.

-It took about ten minutes to get Norway properly calmed down, the clean up slightly longer, but afterwards, they all huddled around to fire in the lounge and doted on Hanatamago and completely avoided the topic of the competition