For Heaven‘s sake, no! This can‘t be happening. It just can‘t be real!
These thoughts raced through the mind of police constable Kayden Dalton while he jogged next to the other new police constables in training.
They were running laps for half an hour in total and now it was only five minutes after they started.
Kayden already felt like he wouldn‘t survive the struggle of running.
Well, the running itself was no problem, he was sporty and athletic and regularly went on runs.
But his bladder was being jolted by the motion and felt like it was going to burst any second now.
Kayden sucked in his breath as deep as he could while continuing jogging.
„Are you already struggling, mate?“, someone asked next to him.
Kayden looked to his left and saw that constable Joe Brattleby grinned at him with slight amusement.
„You wish“, Kayden replied and grinned back.
What sounded like they were concurrents was only mocking between colleagues.
It was the first real day of police school but Kayden and Joe had done their A-Levels together and met a few years later again when they both came to get a place at this police school.
Kayden felt his bladder twinge and contorted his face.
It started to turn into pure agony to keep running and there were still 25 minutes left.
He asked himself how it could have been coming so far that he was here now - running with an overflowing, aching bladder.
***
The morning had started out particularly chaotic.
Kayden forgot to put on his alarm clock the night before and woke up at 8:30 instead of 7:30.
The day at the police school started at 9:00 o‘clock and he had a fair twenty minutes to walk.
There was no bus coming that would suit the right time and he didn‘t possess a car yet.
Rushing, he‘d showered, hastily eaten a banana and chugged down a cup of iced coffee.
Then he‘d brushed his teeth, dressed in his new police uniform and set off.
It was already 8:57 when he reached the school just in time but nevertheless his instructor Inspector Jack Blue had narrowed his eyebrows in displeasure.
He didn’t say anything but Kayden felt that he shouldn’t do anything wrong for the rest of the day.
And that was the moment he realised it: He didn’t even pee at home before hurrying out of the house.
Now he felt it was quite urgent and he wished he could just raise his hand and ask to go to the toilet.
But for one he didn’t dare and for the other Blue started to explain the programme of the day.
It was going to be all about testing physical abilities during many sportive activities.
First they went to a gym where an obstacle course had been set up.
Inspector Blue let them line up and then started to explain.
“You will do this obstacle course one by one and each time will be stopped and noted. So, you’re going to run slalom around those poles, then crawl under those sticks that are laid over the two benches without knocking them down. You turn left, jump over that trestle, then over the second one. Turn right, climb over the mattress wall and lastly shimmy along the rings. As soon as you step over the red line at the end, the time will be stopped and announced.”
One young constable raised his hand.
“Yes, please?”
“Sir, what time is ideal?”
“There’s no set time for this exercise. Try to be as quick as possible. Who’s the first in line?”
It was Joe.
“One, two three”, Blue counted and stopped the time on his clock.
Joe started running, dodged the poles and crawled under the sticks.
Unfortunately he knocked some of them down but quickened his pace and managed to jump the two trestles without any difficulty.
Also the wall and the rings went very well.
“One minute and fifty three seconds!”, announced Blue.
“You’re the next in line, Dalton.”
Kayden drew his breath sharply.
He couldn’t imagine how he was going to complete the course with his bladder being so full.
Then he gritted his teeth and started running.
First the poles.
With every sharp turn to the left or right, he felt his bladder pulsing uncomfortably.
Kayden threw himself down onto the ground and crawled underneath the sticks.
The pressure that was added to his bladder by this exercise wasn’t easy to bear and for a few moments he feared that he might leak a few drops of pee but luckily didn’t.
But when he got up and ran towards the first trestle, he felt a trickle of pee in his underpants.
Startled, he jumped but didn’t get it very well.
He almost flew over the trestle and was near falling to the floor behind it, but managed to keep his balance and jump the second one.
Come on, just the mattress wall and the rings and you’re done, he thought and quickened his pace.
During climbing the wall, he had to fight hard to keep control over his bladder.
Kayden jumped up to the rings and shimmied along.
Then he crossed the line and stopped, breathing heavily.
“One minute and five seconds, the new record, Dalton! Miller, you’re next!”, shouted Blue.
And so it went on until everyone finished the course.
Kayden felt the urge to dance on the spot but could contain himself somehow.
He wished he could give himself a quick squeeze but saw no chance to manage this discreetly.
„Alright, next up is sprinting. You‘ll line up here at that black line. Do you see the black line at the back of the gym? You‘re going to sprint there, touch the floor, sprint back, touch the floor here and redo it. The distance is ten metres, you have to repeat the procedure two times so you‘ll complete forty metres in total. Okay, Constable Dalton, you start“, Blue said.
No, why me? Why?
Kayden stepped up to the line and waited for the command to run.
„One, two, three, go!“, shouted Blue and Kayden started running.
He felt like flying across the gym, bending down to touch the black line at the other end.
During that downward motion, he felt another warm trickle of urine escaping into his briefs.
Paralysed with fear, his fingers touched the line and he remained in that position for a few seconds before he managed to clamp the trickle off.
Then he straightened himself up, turned around and started sprinting back.
But he knew well that he had lost valuable seconds.
Kayden felt like he wouldn‘t be able to run.
His bladder throbbed and every step was agony.
When he bent down in front of the others, a long spurt of pee trickled down his urethra and he could hardly contain himself.
Kayden wished desperately he could just reach down and squeeze his dick, but there was no way to do this while his colleagues and instructor were watching.
He knew he still had to run twenty metres and to bend down two times what wasn‘t making the situation any better.
With all his willpower, he got up and sprinted away from the group again.
While doing so, Kayden thought that they couldn‘t see anything but his back.
So he quickly clamped his fingers around his penis and gave it a hard squeeze.
Just for two seconds but it really helped to alleviate the feeling of acute urgency.
But still he would need to pee sooner rather than later.
Maybe they were having a break after this exercise?
He desperately wished for one and although he knew he was going to have to bring his need up to Inspector Blue then, he hoped for a break.
It was going to be embarrassing to tell his instructor that he needed the toilet desperately after just half an hour but it was better than wetting himself in front of everyone.
Let alone getting caught holding his crotch as a grown up policeman in training!
He didn't know how he managed it but in the end he stood next to his colleagues again, panting, while the next one started sprinting.
Kayden moved from foot to foot and bent his knee from time to time, making a great effort to look calm.
Suddenly the urge shot through his abdomen, his sphincter quivered, near to giving in.
Kayden crouched down abruptly, pretending he was lacing up his left shoe again.
He glanced up and saw that no one was watching, so he grabbed his crotch for a moment, easing the pressure.
Sweat was running down his back and he felt feverish.
How had it even become possible that he was in this predicament here and now?
Why couldn't it have been on another day, maybe any other day?
Kayden chewed on his lower lip, also biting the inside of his cheeks from time to time to distract himself.
But it was not much use, the pressure in his bladder was present the whole time.
Kayden kept rocking back and forth, not being able to stand still any longer.
“Are you alright, mate?”
Joe Brattleby stepped next to him, a questioning look in his blue eyes.
Kayden shrugged.
He knew Joe long enough to trust him and they were best friends, although they hadn't seen each other for almost a whole year now.
They had both been very surprised to meet each other again when they set foot into the building of the police school for their interviews.
“Nervous about the outcome of the exercises?”, Joe asked.
Even though they all had been accepted to police school, they might be expelled when they couldn't keep up to the expected levels in all areas.
“Yeah, a bit”, Kayden said, grateful for that excuse.
Yes, he knew and trusted Joe but he absolutely didn't want his mate to know he was bursting for a wee.
“Don’t worry, you did well so far”, Joe answered and patted Kayden’s shoulder.
“Mmmh”, Kayden mumbled, not even really listening to what Joe was saying.
I’m going to have to tell Blue what’s up. I can’t hold it. I won’t last out much longer. I really, really need to go. Oh damn, why does it have to be me?
These thoughts whirled though his mind and he wasn’t able to silence them.
Kayden was scissoring his legs and rubbing his hands down his thighs nervously from time to time.
He shuddered once, goosebumps running down his back because it was so urgent.
“Now that everyone did the sprinting, successfully, I can add, we’re going to have a quick break of five minutes”, Inspector Blue announced.
A break!
“You can already follow me outside. After the break, you are going to run for half an hour”, Blue said.
I have to ask now, before he leads us outside to the running pitch, Kayden thought and went past the other constables.
Just when he was walking behind Blue, he realised that he would never dare to ask.
There was no way he could imagine saying: “Excuse me, sir, may I quickly go and use the toilet, please?”
And even if he would ask and Blue gave him permission, he would have to return to the main building and search for the toilet there.
Why was it only a break of five minutes?
Kayden glanced around, wondering if maybe another constable needed to pee.
But none of them looked like it.
They were all chatting to each other or still breathing heavily because they've just completed sprinting.
Couldn't they have a longer break after already two challenging exercises?
But it was no use wishing, they emerged from the gym and Blue led them to the running pitch were a long sandy running track awaited them.
Blue gave them a few minutes more and Kayden wanted to speak up about his need, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He’d always been shy about standing up for his needs and making them known to others. When he had been in school, it always had been extremely difficult to ask the teachers for a toilet break because he just couldn’t make himself say it out aloud.
There had been a one week trip to Paris in year 13 where this became a real problem for him.
They had been outside of their youth hostel and were led around the city by a guide.
Kayden, eighteen at the time, soon felt that he really needed to relieve himself but didn’t want to interrupt the guide at first.
To his suffering, they passed a few public toilets and every time he made up his mind and swore to himself he would mention his need to his teacher.
But every time a toilet was in sight, he felt like his mouth had been paralysed.
Kayden just couldn’t get the words out.
This went on for a fair one and a half hour.
He was shuffling around, scissoring his legs, pacing up and down.
In the end he even grabbed his dick through the pockets of his trousers.
It had been such a struggle and he didn’t absorb anything the guide was telling or showing the group.
After the tour was over, Joe, who had seen the predicament his mate was in, told their teacher he needed a bathroom break and Kayden as well as a few other students joined in.
Kayden was so relieved when he left the bathroom again and swore to himself he would never let anything like that happen to him ever again.
He swore to himself that he would speak up if he needed the toilet, told himself there was nothing embarrassing about it.
But for some reason, he felt embarrassed about it and broke his promise to himself over and over again.
These memories were extremely physically painful to him now because he felt the same.
Kayden quickly pinched his crotch and hoped nobody saw it.
It hurt but didn’t help anymore.
I need to pee, I just can’t run for thirty minutes like this, it raced through his head.
Just as he turned around to Inspector Blue and opened his mouth to finally ask for the toilet, the Inspector clapped his hands and announced: “Well, your break is over, ladies and gentlemen. Now line up here and I’ll count to three. You’re going to jog for half an hour, I’ll stop the time. Show me your best efforts.”
They lined up as he told him and started to jog at the word of command.
And there he was: Kayden Dalton, with a bursting bladder, so desperate that he even felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
Ashamed, he wiped them away and concentrated on breathing steadily.
Under no circumstances could he allow himself to cry, he had to keep a clear mind.
But he knew there was practically no way he would make it out of this run with his trousers still dry.
“Sure you're not struggling?”, Joe teased.
Kayden gave him a thumbs up and concentrated on keeping a constant pace.
Every single step jostled his full bladder around, his abdomen was really swollen and every movement hurt by now.
Every few steps, he leaked some drops of pee and felt how his briefs became more and more wet.
Kayden started to panic.
Could he maybe just cut off his run for a second when he passed Inspector Blue at the start line?
Then he could ask for the toilet, which would be even more embarrassing because they were in the middle of an exercise.
It would be unprofessional and it was possible that Blue would deny permission.
Beads of sweat came running down his face and he repeatedly wiped them away.
Pee. Pee! I have to pee so bad, for heaven's sake!
These thoughts were sung by a monotone voice inside his head over and over again.
When he was at the opposite side of the track from where Blue stood, Kayden repeatedly pinched his dick for a few moments.
It didn't ease the pressure but helped him to clamp off any spurt that wanted to come through.
He couldn't do anything against the almost constantly leaking drops, though.
The minutes passed and Kayden delayed one opportunity to ask Blue after the other.
Every time he neared the position of his instructor, he swore that he would ask this time.
But as always, he didn't dare.
It would be so, so embarrassing to not be able to complete the exercise because he had to go for a wee so bad.
What would Blue think if a constable in his team couldn't hold his bladder for half an hour?
Would he declare him unfit for the duty of a policeman?
But what Blue didn't know was the fact that Kayden hadn't been to the toilet since yesterday evening.
Kayden drew his breath sharply from time to time and had to slow down to an abrupt halt for three times because his bladder was near to give in.
His sphincter quivered worse than ever and he was so sure that he would pee himself that he couldn't even think straight.
Wetting himself would be far more embarrassing than asking but he couldn't get himself to do it.
When Kayden halted, he doubled over, shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and clamped his fingers around his penis.
He kneaded and pinched it to keep control of his overflowing bladder.
Inspector Blue eyed his new constables sharply and with great interest.
After some rounds, he saw something in the distance that caught his attention.
One of the young constables held a hand firmly pressed into his crotch for a second.
For a moment, Blue thought he must be mistaken.
But then he saw the constable doing it again.
At first he didn't think much of it.
Maybe the young man needed to “adjust” the position of his private parts or had an itch or whatever.
Well, grabbing oneself in public maybe wasn't the finest manner but Blue didn't care, if he was honest.
As long as the constable, Kayden Dalton, if he remembered correctly, wouldn't do that in public when he was out on duty, everything was alright.
Suddenly, Dalton came to an abrupt halt and doubled over.
Blue narrowed his eyes to see clearer what was going on.
Was this young constable unwell?
For a brief moment, it looked like Dalton was about to vomit but then Blue saw that this wasn't the reason for his stop.
Dalton put his hands into the pockets of his trousers and touched his crotch again through them.
Still Blue could not imagine what was the matter.
But when Dalton repeated this manoeuvre again a few metres later, he finally understood.
“I don't believe it. That constable has to pee urgently. It looks like he's held it for quite a while”, Blue mumbled very quietly to himself.
Later, Kayden couldn’t recall how he managed to complete the run without a full blown accident, but he managed it.
His briefs had a growing wet patch inside them though and he kept leaking drops and a few short spurts, but somehow he could still hold on.
The constables stopped when Blue called them, all panting and more or less short of breath but content.
They all completed the task at hand and almost all of them did it without stopping running in between.
“I am very happy with what I saw so far. And with that we're all going to have lunch. Follow me, please.”
At first, Kayden didn’t realise that this was his chance.
But when he sat next to two other constables at a table in the canteen, it struck him that this was exactly the break he needed.
Suddenly, a forceful spurt of pee shot out of him.
The scorching piss seemed to burn his skin and he feared that the wetness might be visible on his police trousers now.
Ask Blue, for heaven's sake, just ask!
But at the same moment when he was finally desperate enough to blurt out that he needed the toilet, Blue said: “Alright, I'm gonna sit over there with my colleagues. I suppose you're old enough to eat by yourselves and I don't have to supervise you.”
And for the first time, he smiled and lost his stern look.
His comment made the constables smile and caused a bit of laughter among them.
Only Kayden didn't feel like laughing.
It was over.
Blue was going to go away and he again hadn't asked.
He would wet himself mercilessly, sitting in the canteen with his new colleagues and superiors.
He felt his heart sinking and pressed his fingers against his dick, when a constable said out of nowhere: “Excuse me, sir, but could I go and use the toilet?”
Kayden raised his head which he had lowered down in resignation.
His eyes grew big with surprise.
That was it.
It was going to be so easy, he wouldn't even have to ask by himself!
“Sure, just leave the canteen, turn left and follow the corridor. Then you'll find the toilet”, Inspector Blue answered and smiled again.
Kayden stood up abruptly.
“Actually I have to go too”, he said.
“You're on break, everyone who needs to can use the toilet. And when we're in the middle of training, don't hesitate to ask me for a break. Of course a police officer should be able to contain him or herself for a while but I don't want anyone to suffer from urgent bodily needs. Alright?”
Everyone nodded and Blue went away.
Kayden and the other constable left the room.
“I already need to go since the training started”, the other confessed to Kayden, when they were hurrying down the corridor.
“Oh, I'm James Hunter by the way. Call me Jamie, everyone does.”
“I'm Kayden Dalton. And I need to go since this morning as well”, Kayden said.
He felt constant dribbles of pee leaking into his briefs and was dangerously near giving in to wetting himself.
Then they finally reached the gents.
Jamie opened the door and Kayden dashed past him, panting a quick “Sorry!”, as he bumped slightly into Jamie's shoulder.
Then he reached the first urinal, unzipped his trousers and quickly pulled his penis outside.
The hot stream of pee jetted out of his penis and he put his head back on his neck.
The piss gushed out of him forcefully and pattered down into the urinal with a violent tinkling noise.
It also hit the water and the splashing lasted for a fair minute, before the stream faded into a trickle and stopped completely.
Midway through the process of urinating, Kayden feared that Jamie might laugh at him because he peed for so long but then he realised that the other constable was in the same predicament as he was.
„That was a rather good relief, wasn’t it?“, Jamie asked, when he zipped his trousers back up, flushed the urinal and stepped to the sink.
„Not just rather, it was the best relief ever. I can’t remember ever having had to pee so badly as I had today“, Kayden replied and also started washing his hands.
His briefs had become a fair amount wet but luckily it was not visible on his trousers, although it felt clammy and a bit uncomfortable.
