Tom squirmed in his seat, hoping nobody noticed. He crossed his legs and stared at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. When it finally did, he stood quickly and rushed out of his last period classroom.

He walked to the other end of the long hallway to the nearest men's room. Why is there only one bathroom per floor? he thought, There are way too many students for that. To his dismay, the door was locked.

He bounced up and down as he read the sign on the door. Closed for maintenance? This is why they should have more restrooms! He crossed his legs tightly for a moment before setting off.

Sighing, he headed downstairs. "Tom!" a man's voice shouted, "You're late for detention. Come with me. Now."

He had completely forgotten about his detention that day, which he had gotten by mouthing off to his English teacher. He looked at Mr. Jenson and started to ask, "Can I just-"

"Whatever you've forgotten in your locker can wait until after detention," Mr. Jenson said dismissively.

"But sir, I-"

"No, Tom. Get in the room now," he repeated, completely oblivious to his student's bouncing and leg-crossing.

"Sir, I really need to go-" Tom tried.

"Tom! You are now ten minutes late for detention, therefore you will serve the usual half hour plus the time you have wasted."

Groaning, Tom took his seat. He crossed his legs and tried to focus on the math homework he had with him. That worked for about fifteen minutes. A strong urge hit him and he bent over and whimpered quietly.

He began to not-so-subtly bounce in the desk. Mr. Jenson, mistaking this movement for impatience, said, "Tom, only twenty-five minutes now. You can wait that long to get home."

Fifteen minutes later, Tom asked once more, "Please may I-"

"No speaking during detention, Tom. Next time you do, it's another five minutes. Believe me, I don't want to be here any longer than I have to, either. The rest of you may go." The other three students in detention hurried out.

Tom whimpered and shifted his weight. Gotta pee, gotta pee... he thought over and over. His situation was becoming increasingly urgent. Scratch that, it was more than urgent. It hurt. Mr. Jenson picked up his water bottle and took a long drink from it. The swishing of the liquid was too much for Tom.

A small amount of urine shot into his underwear. He managed to stop it, but he didn't know how long he was going to last. "Gotta go," he whispered to himself.

"That's five minutes, Tom," Mr. Jenson warned.

"But I-"

"Ten."

Tom wisely shut up. He looked at the clock. Eighteen minutes to go. Another squirt came out. This time Tom had to grab himself to stop it. He was glad he sat at the back of the room.

Ten minutes of constantly holding himself later, he wondered how he had even made it this far. He felt a very strong urge followed by more piss in his pants. There was now a small wet spot on the outside. He doubled over in pain and fell to the floor clutching himself.

"Tom, get in your seat plea... Oh. Uh, Tom, do you...? You should probably go to the restroom." His face fell as he realized what the boy had been trying to tell him all along. Tom didn't move. His bladder was close to bursting and he didn't think he could move. "Tom? Are you alright, son?"

Tom took a deep breath and shook his head. "I- um..."

Mr. Jenson understood. "Here..." He walked quickly over to Tom and held out his hand to help the teen up. Tom made no move to reach for it, both hands still clasped in his crotch. Mr. Jenson picked the boy up and set him on his feet.

Tom doubled over immediately. "Shit!" He exclaimed as more liquid poured out of his overfilled bladder. The teacher supposed he could let that one slide.

Tom was now doing a full-on potty dance in front of his teacher. "I need to- ah!" Tom yelped. He was pissing himself. He gave a resigned sigh and let go. Pee flooded his jeans and sneakers and pooled around him. It didn't stop for almost a minute.

To his surprise, he felt a strong arm around him. "Come on, let's get you home," Mr. Jenson said, and led him out.

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