Barely made it out of court (lostvideos)
Posted: 30 May 2026, 13:26
https://www.omorashi.org/topic/113006-b ... -of-court/
Barely made it out of court
by lostvideos
I have been a lurker for the longest time, but I recently had an interesting experience so I figured I would share it here. I am writing this in a rant on my phone, so apologies for any grammatical/tense errors.
I (33M) am a public defender and often find myself in days with little to no breaks and stretched thin between a plethora of hesitant or deceptive defendants. On this day in particular, I found myself waking up exceptionally early at around 5:30 a.m. to a notification that I had to be in court by 6:30 to cover for a coworker's emergency absence in a preliminary hearing for a case. During low traffic hours, my apartment is about 15 minutes away from the courthouse where I needed to be, and getting ready for court is no small task, especially because I have never been one for formalwear or suits in general.
I got ready in a hurry, threw on a suit and tie, and headed to court. While haphazardously assembling my outfit, I noticed I needed to pee (I often take a significant piss in the morning), but I figured I could just use the restroom in the courthouse before the hearing, or after if necessary. I grabbed an energy drink out of the refrigerator and headed out to the parking garage to leave to court. I knew at the time that my days were often busy, and that I didn't always get the chance to use the bathroom until I got home or back to our central office away from the courts, but because it was so early in the morning I wasn't in my best state of mind and I figured the courts would be slow enough for me to use the restroom anyways.
About fifteen minutes after leaving the house I arrived at the court to witness absolute hell on wheels. I can't specify what exactly closed the parking garage because it would absolutely reveal where and who I am, but the major roads and parking in and nearby the courts were not available. Unfortunately, the judge my coworker was assigned is a stickler for punctuality (he's said he'd rather go back to war than be late to court), and a text to and from a legal assistant working the midnight shift confirmed that I'd get no grace for tardiness even though I had to park nearly five blocks away from the courthouse. By the time I made it through the mess and onto the courthouse steps, I was sprinting to make it in on-time, and it felt like papers were flying out of my bag like frantic birds. If I remember correctly, I felt a bit of a light tingle during my hustle to the courthouse, but again, I had bigger fish to fry at the time.
The hearing lasted about three hours (give or take), and by the end I was really starting to feel the liquid I had the night before and the caffeine I had that morning. After speaking to my client in private, I was finished with the case for the day at around 11:30 a.m., and during the hearing and my conversations with my client, I was moving my legs back and forth trying to nurse my filling bladder. After leaving, I could really start to feel my bladder. I didn't have the chance to use the restroom because I was escorted by my boss to my next assignment (although if I'm being honest, I probably could have excused myself briefly, but played into the desperation), and my bladder started to feel a bit swollen, like it was a heavy rag sitting on my crouch.
Unfortunately, the second hearing I was in for the day required an enormous amount of manpower (it is a complex case and establishing anything with the DA's office has been egregiously terrible), and I was alternating between second/third chair for the duration of the six hour hearing. We took a ten minute recess at around 2:00 p.m., and I really wasn't enjoying the feeling anymore, so I made a beeline to the bathroom, but I was met by a line of at least a dozen people for just two stalls and two urinals. Because I had to continue working on the case, speak to some of the defendants and witnesses, and just run other administrative tasks, I made the decision to forego the bathroom during the first recess and promised myself I would use it during the inevitable second recess. At this point, when I was standing in line, I couldn't help but casually bounce my feet up and down, and I felt the tip of my cock getting moist as I clenched down hard to hold the flow inside.
Thankfully, when we went back inside the court, I wasn't required to speak, just prepare documents and help our side organize arguments and rebuttals, and all of that amazing legal stuff you've seen on TV. The wooden desks in the courtroom also gave me the ability to clench my thighs, and I clenched them hard to try and keep it together. My legs were definitely shaking back and forth constantly, and I'm absolutely certain my boss noticed as he poked a few glances under the table and asked if I was okay. I have to admit that I was a bit enticed by all of this, and I kept an unnoticeable semi for duration of the hearing and didn't stand up for fear of showing it.
The hearing concluded a few hours later, and one by one people left the courtroom. Luckily, our case was the first and last's in this courtroom's dockets, so the space would be empty, and I stayed sitting a bit later, feigning that I was buried in paperwork (which was believable due to the complexity of the case and veracity of counsel). My bladder felt like a ticking time bomb, and the pressure within was building to a fever pitch as we left the courthouse at around 5:00 p.m. I don't remember a lot (it's like a haze, almost) but my steps were unsteady on the way to the parking lot five blocks out, and my legs were trembling with the effort of holding myself upright. I could feel the warm liquid sloshing around me. You might wonder, why didn't you just use the courthouse bathroom? The answer? I don't know. I think it might have been a case of the "pee-brain" or a result of being turned on for such a long period of time, but I didn't even think of stopping by the bathroom as I walked through security and out of the courthouse.
On my way to the parking lot, my cock was swollen and throbbing. I had to stop to regain control a few times as my bladder pushed through my strength and let out a few spurts. Halfway on the way back to my car, I went into an alley and ducked behind a dumpster to give myself a moment of privacy where I could really stop hiding my desperation so I could get a handle on it. I took a look at my member, and the tip flushed a dark, angry red. The skin of my shaft was stretched in a sort of taut manner, and my veins were bulging beneath its surface. I remember this moment so vividly; it's like I could feel every beat of my heart pulsing through my member, and the throb and absolute desperation to piss grew every moment.
As I continued my trek to the parking lot, I could feel a damp patch of urine spreading across the front of his pants. It was so weird, I could tell I was still holding it, but this was like it was it just was sliding out regardless. The fabric of my underwear was hot and moist against my skin, and the moisture sept through to coat his thighs and groin in a film of piss. I could smell the scent of piss, and I was shocked. I had read online and seen videos of people "peeing" their pants, but I always thought it was a mental thing. Like you couldn't mentally deal with the pain anymore and had to tap out. This was not that. I could have sworn I was still in the game, but the game was flying out of me through my penis.
My mind was racing, and my thoughts a jumbled mess of panic and desperation, worsened by a lack of sleep and two complicated cases. I knew that I couldn't hold it in any longer, but the idea of relieving myself in public filled me with a deep, shameful dread. What if someone saw me? What if he was caught in the act? I could be disbarred, arrested, or worse. In a brazen state of mind, I realized that I had no choice. My bladder was about to burst, and the pressure had built past a point of no return. This part gets a bit blurry with ecstasy, but I think I released a strangled cry, stumbled towards a cluster of cars, and fumbled at my zipper for a bit as piss streamed out of my cock. As soon I was able to spring it free, a torrent of piss erupted from the tip, and it splattered onto the pavement with a wet, sibilant hiss. I moaned in relief as I emptied my bladder with a steady (and oddly long) stream, and my legs shook with the force of my release. My abdomen was clenching and unclenching as it felt like every last drop forced itself out of me.
A few minute later, behind a few cars, and so close to my car, my pants were soaked through and my cock was flopping about. The fabric of my suit clung to my legs in these translucent, dripping strands, and the piss stains bloomed outwards like obscene inkblots. I knew I looked like a pathetic wreck, but I was so enticed by it I was completely hard. After a few moments and heavy breaths, I put myself back into my pants, zipped up my soaked trousers, and walked the rest of my way to my car. I knew I would have trouble explaining this to my dry cleaner, and I still have the suit (although it is now dry and very smelly) for fear of judgement for what happened that day.
Barely made it out of court
by lostvideos
I have been a lurker for the longest time, but I recently had an interesting experience so I figured I would share it here. I am writing this in a rant on my phone, so apologies for any grammatical/tense errors.
I (33M) am a public defender and often find myself in days with little to no breaks and stretched thin between a plethora of hesitant or deceptive defendants. On this day in particular, I found myself waking up exceptionally early at around 5:30 a.m. to a notification that I had to be in court by 6:30 to cover for a coworker's emergency absence in a preliminary hearing for a case. During low traffic hours, my apartment is about 15 minutes away from the courthouse where I needed to be, and getting ready for court is no small task, especially because I have never been one for formalwear or suits in general.
I got ready in a hurry, threw on a suit and tie, and headed to court. While haphazardously assembling my outfit, I noticed I needed to pee (I often take a significant piss in the morning), but I figured I could just use the restroom in the courthouse before the hearing, or after if necessary. I grabbed an energy drink out of the refrigerator and headed out to the parking garage to leave to court. I knew at the time that my days were often busy, and that I didn't always get the chance to use the bathroom until I got home or back to our central office away from the courts, but because it was so early in the morning I wasn't in my best state of mind and I figured the courts would be slow enough for me to use the restroom anyways.
About fifteen minutes after leaving the house I arrived at the court to witness absolute hell on wheels. I can't specify what exactly closed the parking garage because it would absolutely reveal where and who I am, but the major roads and parking in and nearby the courts were not available. Unfortunately, the judge my coworker was assigned is a stickler for punctuality (he's said he'd rather go back to war than be late to court), and a text to and from a legal assistant working the midnight shift confirmed that I'd get no grace for tardiness even though I had to park nearly five blocks away from the courthouse. By the time I made it through the mess and onto the courthouse steps, I was sprinting to make it in on-time, and it felt like papers were flying out of my bag like frantic birds. If I remember correctly, I felt a bit of a light tingle during my hustle to the courthouse, but again, I had bigger fish to fry at the time.
The hearing lasted about three hours (give or take), and by the end I was really starting to feel the liquid I had the night before and the caffeine I had that morning. After speaking to my client in private, I was finished with the case for the day at around 11:30 a.m., and during the hearing and my conversations with my client, I was moving my legs back and forth trying to nurse my filling bladder. After leaving, I could really start to feel my bladder. I didn't have the chance to use the restroom because I was escorted by my boss to my next assignment (although if I'm being honest, I probably could have excused myself briefly, but played into the desperation), and my bladder started to feel a bit swollen, like it was a heavy rag sitting on my crouch.
Unfortunately, the second hearing I was in for the day required an enormous amount of manpower (it is a complex case and establishing anything with the DA's office has been egregiously terrible), and I was alternating between second/third chair for the duration of the six hour hearing. We took a ten minute recess at around 2:00 p.m., and I really wasn't enjoying the feeling anymore, so I made a beeline to the bathroom, but I was met by a line of at least a dozen people for just two stalls and two urinals. Because I had to continue working on the case, speak to some of the defendants and witnesses, and just run other administrative tasks, I made the decision to forego the bathroom during the first recess and promised myself I would use it during the inevitable second recess. At this point, when I was standing in line, I couldn't help but casually bounce my feet up and down, and I felt the tip of my cock getting moist as I clenched down hard to hold the flow inside.
Thankfully, when we went back inside the court, I wasn't required to speak, just prepare documents and help our side organize arguments and rebuttals, and all of that amazing legal stuff you've seen on TV. The wooden desks in the courtroom also gave me the ability to clench my thighs, and I clenched them hard to try and keep it together. My legs were definitely shaking back and forth constantly, and I'm absolutely certain my boss noticed as he poked a few glances under the table and asked if I was okay. I have to admit that I was a bit enticed by all of this, and I kept an unnoticeable semi for duration of the hearing and didn't stand up for fear of showing it.
The hearing concluded a few hours later, and one by one people left the courtroom. Luckily, our case was the first and last's in this courtroom's dockets, so the space would be empty, and I stayed sitting a bit later, feigning that I was buried in paperwork (which was believable due to the complexity of the case and veracity of counsel). My bladder felt like a ticking time bomb, and the pressure within was building to a fever pitch as we left the courthouse at around 5:00 p.m. I don't remember a lot (it's like a haze, almost) but my steps were unsteady on the way to the parking lot five blocks out, and my legs were trembling with the effort of holding myself upright. I could feel the warm liquid sloshing around me. You might wonder, why didn't you just use the courthouse bathroom? The answer? I don't know. I think it might have been a case of the "pee-brain" or a result of being turned on for such a long period of time, but I didn't even think of stopping by the bathroom as I walked through security and out of the courthouse.
On my way to the parking lot, my cock was swollen and throbbing. I had to stop to regain control a few times as my bladder pushed through my strength and let out a few spurts. Halfway on the way back to my car, I went into an alley and ducked behind a dumpster to give myself a moment of privacy where I could really stop hiding my desperation so I could get a handle on it. I took a look at my member, and the tip flushed a dark, angry red. The skin of my shaft was stretched in a sort of taut manner, and my veins were bulging beneath its surface. I remember this moment so vividly; it's like I could feel every beat of my heart pulsing through my member, and the throb and absolute desperation to piss grew every moment.
As I continued my trek to the parking lot, I could feel a damp patch of urine spreading across the front of his pants. It was so weird, I could tell I was still holding it, but this was like it was it just was sliding out regardless. The fabric of my underwear was hot and moist against my skin, and the moisture sept through to coat his thighs and groin in a film of piss. I could smell the scent of piss, and I was shocked. I had read online and seen videos of people "peeing" their pants, but I always thought it was a mental thing. Like you couldn't mentally deal with the pain anymore and had to tap out. This was not that. I could have sworn I was still in the game, but the game was flying out of me through my penis.
My mind was racing, and my thoughts a jumbled mess of panic and desperation, worsened by a lack of sleep and two complicated cases. I knew that I couldn't hold it in any longer, but the idea of relieving myself in public filled me with a deep, shameful dread. What if someone saw me? What if he was caught in the act? I could be disbarred, arrested, or worse. In a brazen state of mind, I realized that I had no choice. My bladder was about to burst, and the pressure had built past a point of no return. This part gets a bit blurry with ecstasy, but I think I released a strangled cry, stumbled towards a cluster of cars, and fumbled at my zipper for a bit as piss streamed out of my cock. As soon I was able to spring it free, a torrent of piss erupted from the tip, and it splattered onto the pavement with a wet, sibilant hiss. I moaned in relief as I emptied my bladder with a steady (and oddly long) stream, and my legs shook with the force of my release. My abdomen was clenching and unclenching as it felt like every last drop forced itself out of me.
A few minute later, behind a few cars, and so close to my car, my pants were soaked through and my cock was flopping about. The fabric of my suit clung to my legs in these translucent, dripping strands, and the piss stains bloomed outwards like obscene inkblots. I knew I looked like a pathetic wreck, but I was so enticed by it I was completely hard. After a few moments and heavy breaths, I put myself back into my pants, zipped up my soaked trousers, and walked the rest of my way to my car. I knew I would have trouble explaining this to my dry cleaner, and I still have the suit (although it is now dry and very smelly) for fear of judgement for what happened that day.