Scaffolder Danny Again - will he survive another ordeal?
Posted: 21 Nov 2023, 19:36
Dawn also remained blissfully unaware of what Danny had done during the H&S exam – all he’d told her was that he'd messed up the exam paper and had gone round to Jay's place straight afterwards to tell him about it, leaving her to sympathise, and not knowing that Jay and his washing machine had proved a Godsend for Danny that afternoon.
She was more focused on an event coming up shortly, at which she and Danny had been invited to a weekend event with some of the senior managers from her workplace. As a reward for completing a major project, the top people had set up a weekend retreat which included a barbeque, a culinary adventure and a special surprise feature for the Saturday evening. Dawn was excited, but also slightly nervous about what was in store, especially as Danny was not so keen.
“They’re really posh people Danny” she’d told him, “whatever you do, just make sure you don’t do anything to embarrass yourself – or me.”
“Like what!” Danny had scowled back, “how am I going to embarrass you?”
“Just be careful what you say or do in front of them. And make sure you don’t drink too much.”
At the back of both of their minds, they knew what was being referred to, but neither wanted to say.
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The weekend arrived and Danny and Dawn met up with the group of five other couples at a posh country hotel. They were pleasant enough, but very well-spoken, and Danny felt like a fish out of water from the very start. The Saturday afternoon barbeque was just about bearable, although Danny didn’t strike up a rapport with anyone else. They were all ‘old chap’ and ‘marvellous’ characters, and so when they were told that they evening event was a trip to a nearby theme park, Danny felt a bit more relaxed – that was more his type of thing. He'd had a few drinks at the barbeque, and so just before the minibus arrived to take them to the park, he’d nipped inside to use the toilet, although Dawn didn’t notice him disappear.
Thirty minutes later, they were at the park and queueing for one of the rides.
“I thought the whole idea of this was that we were guests and wouldn’t have to queue up?” Danny said quietly to Dawn.
“Shush!” she whispered back, “you don’t want to go to the toilet, do you?”
“Am I four years old!!” snapped back Danny irritably, before adding somewhat ominously, “I do need to go a bit actually, but I’m fine.”
“Oh God!” uttered Dawn quietly.
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A further 10 minutes had passed before everyone was being strapped into their seats for what seemed to be a mini-version of a big wheel, but the way they were being harnessed in suggested it was not quite what it appeared. Danny winced as the ride attendant yanked the leather strap tightly around his midriff, anchoring him to the seat, but also pressing into the pit of his belly and poking his bladder.
What was more concerning was that their arms were also being strapped by their sides.
“What’s this all about, eh?” Danny whispered, “I’m not liking the look of this at all!”
It was almost another 10 minutes before all the preparations had been completed and as the ride attendants began to step back, Danny asked one of them, “how long is this ride, mate?”
“Seven or eight minutes” came back the reply, and Danny nodded in grateful appreciation. He felt relaxed at the prospect of a quick twirl around in the air and then off again within a few minutes, and in a teasing voice, he whispered in Dawn’s ear, “I asked ‘cause I’m dying for the loo!”
“Oh my God, you’re not?!” His girlfriend looked mortified.
Danny nodded saucily with a little grin, “I am, seriously. I’ll try not to wee meself in the next seven minutes though!”
Dawn would have hit him playfully, but she was unable to move her arms away from her side.
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The ride started and swung them into the air, twisting them around and with each sudden stop, three carriers ended up facing each other, so that three couples were within touching distance at close quarters – or at least would have been, had they been able to touch. There were several screams and whoops of delight before each mini-stop, coming face to face with different couples every time, and even Danny was quite enjoying the fun, surprising himself at that.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang that frightened everyone far more than the twists and turns of the ride, and a flash of light followed by a few sparks did little to remove the panicky anxiety. The carriages began to grind to a halt and gradually came to a stop, with three of them swinging gently as they faced each other.
“What the fuck’s happened…!” Danny exclaimed.
Dawn couldn’t touch him, but she immediately scolded him for his outburst, “Danny!”
The carriages were still swaying softly, as one of the senior managers in the carriage opposite said, “Oh dear, I think we’ve malfunctioned old chap.”
The third carriage of the cosily-settled trio contained a young couple who were not part of the group, and they also initially made light of the situation, “Oh well” said the young guy, “at least we’ve got a nice view of the early evening sun and it’s a warm night!”
Nothing happened for several minutes, until a tannoy announcement was made. “Ladies and gents, we’re sorry about this, but there’s been a significant fault. I hope you’re all comfortable. Please just sit tight and we will keep you informed about progress. Apologies again.”
“What does significant mean then?” asked Danny.
“It’s probably a polite way of saying we’re going to be up here for some time” said Geoff, the manager.
“Oh, Jesus, don’t, no way!” mumbled Danny.
Dawn looked directly at him, almost knowing what was coming next, and as he saw her staring, he continued, “I’m busting for a piss!”
“Bad luck mate” grinned the young guy Ciaran, who had heard Danny’s comment, whilst Geoff added, “Time to prepare yourself for a trial then old man – at least be thankful you’re not an old man though, so you’ll be fine.”
Dawn tried to lean towards her boyfriend, but was prevented from doing so by the tight straps, and she whispered, “Are you going to be okay?”
Danny looked back, and unable to conceal his concern, he muttered as quietly as he could manage, “I really was dying to go when we got on. If we’re stuck up here for ages, I’m going to be in serious trouble, I’ll really need to go soon, like desperately.”
Dawn hardly knew where to look, but she caught the eye of manager Geoff’s wife, who raised her eyebrows and shook her head gently as if to say, ‘typical men’. Dawn tried to smile in response, but knowing Danny’s previous history, her heart was pounding.
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Five minutes later, nothing had happened and no-one had moved, but Danny was starting to inwardly panic. His need was growing, and as he realised that any means of escape was totally out of his own hands, every minute saw his urgency escalate. What had been an uncomfortable feeling in his bladder was rapidly becoming a constant ache and he could do nothing to ease it. Not only that, but every time he tried to move to change his position, the leather strap dug deeper into his midriff and exacerbated his discomfort, whilst he couldn’t move his arms or shift his legs.
“Danny!” Dawn tried to attract her boyfriend’s attention in as low a voice as possible, “are you okay?”
Danny shook his head slightly and let out a large sigh, “I’m gagging here, I really, really need to go. If they take much longer to get us down, I’m going to be in real trouble.”
“You might end up having to say a small prayer or two to ask for some divine intervention by the sounds of it, old son!” said Geoff, who had overheard the exchange.
The other young guy Ciaran also winked and commented, “You might end up tying a knot in it mate!”
Danny was irritated by the apparent mocking of his situation, and glared across before snapping back,
“Yeah go on, laugh why don’t you. That’ll be hilarious if I end up sitting in wet pants, won’t it!”
Dawn felt herself blush, as the two other couples looked at both her and Danny.
Conscious that several pairs of eyes were focused on him, he continued “I’m serious! You don’t know how badly I need to go, I actually feel like I might wet myself!”
Dawn wanted to cover her face with her hand, but was unable to move her arms, whilst Danny was also unable to free his own arms, but even worse, he couldn’t knock his legs together because of the position of the barrier, and he couldn’t even move his feet to alter his position. But his fidgeting around had been noticed elsewhere.
Suddenly, another tannoy announcement was made, “Could the occupants of carriage three please try and remain still and not make the carriage sway, it is not helpful.”
“It’s not bloody helpful that I’m stuck here nearly pissing myself either!” said Danny loudly.
All of a sudden, to their surprise, a tannoy voice spoke clearly from a small speaker above the carriage.
“Is there a problem in your carriage?”
“Er no, not really” replied Dawn quickly before anyone else could speak, but Ciaran jumped in quickly, adding, “well actually, there is a bit of an issue, someone needs to go for a wee pretty badly.”
“Is it yourself, sir?” came back the reply.
“No, it’s me!” announced Danny, “I’m desperate for the toilet. How quickly can you get us down?”
“We’re doing our very best sir. I hope that you will be back on the ground within, say 30 minutes…”
Danny interrupted, “Half an hour! Jeez, I’ll have wet meself by then!”
There was a moment’s silence in response, before the voice spoke again, “I’m sorry about that, sir.”
“Sorry ain’t much fucking good!” snarled Danny, “I’m going to have to piss in my trousers if we don’t get down before then. I’ve got to have a slash like you wouldn’t believe!”
The exchange had been heard in the other carriages, and suddenly a voice called out from below.
“Excuse me, but whatever you do, please do not pee on your seat. The floor is slatted and we’re in the carriage beneath. If you do it, you’ll get it all over us.”
Danny’s fury and exasperation was getting the better of him.
“That’s the least of my problems pal. I’m going do it my pants sitting here in a minute. How fucking embarrassing is that gonna be for me if I wet meself. And you’re ticking me off in case you get splashed. I’m nearly going to the toilet in my trousers here, I’m in agony. Try putting yourself in my shoes.”
“Sorry old son” came back the reply, “a bad situation for you, I know. Good luck holding it in.”
“Danny, that’s my boss!” whispered Dawn in horror.
As Danny bowed his head and let out a little moan of anguish, Ciaran in the opposite carriage took the opportunity to poke more fun at the situation, knowing the only reaction could be a verbal one.
“I wouldn’t mind being in your expensive-looking shoes pal, they’re pretty smart on your feet, very nice. Mind you, I wouldn’t want to be in your pants, that would be a completely different story!”
Danny was livid, “Why don’t you zip it shut mate! You don’t know what this is like, I’m in danger of embarrassing myself and all you can do is take the mick. You wouldn’t be so mouthy if it was you!”
“Actually, she knows all about when I did pee myself once” Ciaran said, nodding at his partner before adding, “I told her all about it, how my mum had to change my nappy before putting me in the buggy!”
There were a few smirks from the others, but although Danny was still seething, he was also fearful.
“Dawn, I don’t know what to do?” he confessed, “I think I’m going to wet myself in a minute!”
There was no more time to be coy, and Dawn called out ‘hello, hello, are you still there?’ several times, and after a few seconds, the tannoy voice again sounded, “Yes, we’re still in touch, don’t worry.”
“You’re going to have to do something quickly” Dawn said, “it’s my boyfriend, he desperately needs to go to the toilet. If nobody does anything soon, it’s going to be too late, he’ll have an accident!
There was a short pause before the reply came back.
“We’re really, really sorry. The engineers are working as fast as they can, but it’s going to be a while yet. I’m afraid your boyfriend is going to have to cope as best as he can…”
Danny interrupted with a bellowing voice, “What do you suggest, eh? I can’t get my hands down to undo my trousers, so even I had something to piss into, it wouldn’t work. It’s going to happen, and there’s fuck all I can do. I’m going to end up just weeing, you know, pissing on myself any minute.”
Manager Geoff spoke more eloquently from a short distance away, “I think he’s telling us all that he’s going to wet his knickers, unfortunately.”
(to be continued...)
She was more focused on an event coming up shortly, at which she and Danny had been invited to a weekend event with some of the senior managers from her workplace. As a reward for completing a major project, the top people had set up a weekend retreat which included a barbeque, a culinary adventure and a special surprise feature for the Saturday evening. Dawn was excited, but also slightly nervous about what was in store, especially as Danny was not so keen.
“They’re really posh people Danny” she’d told him, “whatever you do, just make sure you don’t do anything to embarrass yourself – or me.”
“Like what!” Danny had scowled back, “how am I going to embarrass you?”
“Just be careful what you say or do in front of them. And make sure you don’t drink too much.”
At the back of both of their minds, they knew what was being referred to, but neither wanted to say.
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The weekend arrived and Danny and Dawn met up with the group of five other couples at a posh country hotel. They were pleasant enough, but very well-spoken, and Danny felt like a fish out of water from the very start. The Saturday afternoon barbeque was just about bearable, although Danny didn’t strike up a rapport with anyone else. They were all ‘old chap’ and ‘marvellous’ characters, and so when they were told that they evening event was a trip to a nearby theme park, Danny felt a bit more relaxed – that was more his type of thing. He'd had a few drinks at the barbeque, and so just before the minibus arrived to take them to the park, he’d nipped inside to use the toilet, although Dawn didn’t notice him disappear.
Thirty minutes later, they were at the park and queueing for one of the rides.
“I thought the whole idea of this was that we were guests and wouldn’t have to queue up?” Danny said quietly to Dawn.
“Shush!” she whispered back, “you don’t want to go to the toilet, do you?”
“Am I four years old!!” snapped back Danny irritably, before adding somewhat ominously, “I do need to go a bit actually, but I’m fine.”
“Oh God!” uttered Dawn quietly.
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A further 10 minutes had passed before everyone was being strapped into their seats for what seemed to be a mini-version of a big wheel, but the way they were being harnessed in suggested it was not quite what it appeared. Danny winced as the ride attendant yanked the leather strap tightly around his midriff, anchoring him to the seat, but also pressing into the pit of his belly and poking his bladder.
What was more concerning was that their arms were also being strapped by their sides.
“What’s this all about, eh?” Danny whispered, “I’m not liking the look of this at all!”
It was almost another 10 minutes before all the preparations had been completed and as the ride attendants began to step back, Danny asked one of them, “how long is this ride, mate?”
“Seven or eight minutes” came back the reply, and Danny nodded in grateful appreciation. He felt relaxed at the prospect of a quick twirl around in the air and then off again within a few minutes, and in a teasing voice, he whispered in Dawn’s ear, “I asked ‘cause I’m dying for the loo!”
“Oh my God, you’re not?!” His girlfriend looked mortified.
Danny nodded saucily with a little grin, “I am, seriously. I’ll try not to wee meself in the next seven minutes though!”
Dawn would have hit him playfully, but she was unable to move her arms away from her side.
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The ride started and swung them into the air, twisting them around and with each sudden stop, three carriers ended up facing each other, so that three couples were within touching distance at close quarters – or at least would have been, had they been able to touch. There were several screams and whoops of delight before each mini-stop, coming face to face with different couples every time, and even Danny was quite enjoying the fun, surprising himself at that.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang that frightened everyone far more than the twists and turns of the ride, and a flash of light followed by a few sparks did little to remove the panicky anxiety. The carriages began to grind to a halt and gradually came to a stop, with three of them swinging gently as they faced each other.
“What the fuck’s happened…!” Danny exclaimed.
Dawn couldn’t touch him, but she immediately scolded him for his outburst, “Danny!”
The carriages were still swaying softly, as one of the senior managers in the carriage opposite said, “Oh dear, I think we’ve malfunctioned old chap.”
The third carriage of the cosily-settled trio contained a young couple who were not part of the group, and they also initially made light of the situation, “Oh well” said the young guy, “at least we’ve got a nice view of the early evening sun and it’s a warm night!”
Nothing happened for several minutes, until a tannoy announcement was made. “Ladies and gents, we’re sorry about this, but there’s been a significant fault. I hope you’re all comfortable. Please just sit tight and we will keep you informed about progress. Apologies again.”
“What does significant mean then?” asked Danny.
“It’s probably a polite way of saying we’re going to be up here for some time” said Geoff, the manager.
“Oh, Jesus, don’t, no way!” mumbled Danny.
Dawn looked directly at him, almost knowing what was coming next, and as he saw her staring, he continued, “I’m busting for a piss!”
“Bad luck mate” grinned the young guy Ciaran, who had heard Danny’s comment, whilst Geoff added, “Time to prepare yourself for a trial then old man – at least be thankful you’re not an old man though, so you’ll be fine.”
Dawn tried to lean towards her boyfriend, but was prevented from doing so by the tight straps, and she whispered, “Are you going to be okay?”
Danny looked back, and unable to conceal his concern, he muttered as quietly as he could manage, “I really was dying to go when we got on. If we’re stuck up here for ages, I’m going to be in serious trouble, I’ll really need to go soon, like desperately.”
Dawn hardly knew where to look, but she caught the eye of manager Geoff’s wife, who raised her eyebrows and shook her head gently as if to say, ‘typical men’. Dawn tried to smile in response, but knowing Danny’s previous history, her heart was pounding.
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Five minutes later, nothing had happened and no-one had moved, but Danny was starting to inwardly panic. His need was growing, and as he realised that any means of escape was totally out of his own hands, every minute saw his urgency escalate. What had been an uncomfortable feeling in his bladder was rapidly becoming a constant ache and he could do nothing to ease it. Not only that, but every time he tried to move to change his position, the leather strap dug deeper into his midriff and exacerbated his discomfort, whilst he couldn’t move his arms or shift his legs.
“Danny!” Dawn tried to attract her boyfriend’s attention in as low a voice as possible, “are you okay?”
Danny shook his head slightly and let out a large sigh, “I’m gagging here, I really, really need to go. If they take much longer to get us down, I’m going to be in real trouble.”
“You might end up having to say a small prayer or two to ask for some divine intervention by the sounds of it, old son!” said Geoff, who had overheard the exchange.
The other young guy Ciaran also winked and commented, “You might end up tying a knot in it mate!”
Danny was irritated by the apparent mocking of his situation, and glared across before snapping back,
“Yeah go on, laugh why don’t you. That’ll be hilarious if I end up sitting in wet pants, won’t it!”
Dawn felt herself blush, as the two other couples looked at both her and Danny.
Conscious that several pairs of eyes were focused on him, he continued “I’m serious! You don’t know how badly I need to go, I actually feel like I might wet myself!”
Dawn wanted to cover her face with her hand, but was unable to move her arms, whilst Danny was also unable to free his own arms, but even worse, he couldn’t knock his legs together because of the position of the barrier, and he couldn’t even move his feet to alter his position. But his fidgeting around had been noticed elsewhere.
Suddenly, another tannoy announcement was made, “Could the occupants of carriage three please try and remain still and not make the carriage sway, it is not helpful.”
“It’s not bloody helpful that I’m stuck here nearly pissing myself either!” said Danny loudly.
All of a sudden, to their surprise, a tannoy voice spoke clearly from a small speaker above the carriage.
“Is there a problem in your carriage?”
“Er no, not really” replied Dawn quickly before anyone else could speak, but Ciaran jumped in quickly, adding, “well actually, there is a bit of an issue, someone needs to go for a wee pretty badly.”
“Is it yourself, sir?” came back the reply.
“No, it’s me!” announced Danny, “I’m desperate for the toilet. How quickly can you get us down?”
“We’re doing our very best sir. I hope that you will be back on the ground within, say 30 minutes…”
Danny interrupted, “Half an hour! Jeez, I’ll have wet meself by then!”
There was a moment’s silence in response, before the voice spoke again, “I’m sorry about that, sir.”
“Sorry ain’t much fucking good!” snarled Danny, “I’m going to have to piss in my trousers if we don’t get down before then. I’ve got to have a slash like you wouldn’t believe!”
The exchange had been heard in the other carriages, and suddenly a voice called out from below.
“Excuse me, but whatever you do, please do not pee on your seat. The floor is slatted and we’re in the carriage beneath. If you do it, you’ll get it all over us.”
Danny’s fury and exasperation was getting the better of him.
“That’s the least of my problems pal. I’m going do it my pants sitting here in a minute. How fucking embarrassing is that gonna be for me if I wet meself. And you’re ticking me off in case you get splashed. I’m nearly going to the toilet in my trousers here, I’m in agony. Try putting yourself in my shoes.”
“Sorry old son” came back the reply, “a bad situation for you, I know. Good luck holding it in.”
“Danny, that’s my boss!” whispered Dawn in horror.
As Danny bowed his head and let out a little moan of anguish, Ciaran in the opposite carriage took the opportunity to poke more fun at the situation, knowing the only reaction could be a verbal one.
“I wouldn’t mind being in your expensive-looking shoes pal, they’re pretty smart on your feet, very nice. Mind you, I wouldn’t want to be in your pants, that would be a completely different story!”
Danny was livid, “Why don’t you zip it shut mate! You don’t know what this is like, I’m in danger of embarrassing myself and all you can do is take the mick. You wouldn’t be so mouthy if it was you!”
“Actually, she knows all about when I did pee myself once” Ciaran said, nodding at his partner before adding, “I told her all about it, how my mum had to change my nappy before putting me in the buggy!”
There were a few smirks from the others, but although Danny was still seething, he was also fearful.
“Dawn, I don’t know what to do?” he confessed, “I think I’m going to wet myself in a minute!”
There was no more time to be coy, and Dawn called out ‘hello, hello, are you still there?’ several times, and after a few seconds, the tannoy voice again sounded, “Yes, we’re still in touch, don’t worry.”
“You’re going to have to do something quickly” Dawn said, “it’s my boyfriend, he desperately needs to go to the toilet. If nobody does anything soon, it’s going to be too late, he’ll have an accident!
There was a short pause before the reply came back.
“We’re really, really sorry. The engineers are working as fast as they can, but it’s going to be a while yet. I’m afraid your boyfriend is going to have to cope as best as he can…”
Danny interrupted with a bellowing voice, “What do you suggest, eh? I can’t get my hands down to undo my trousers, so even I had something to piss into, it wouldn’t work. It’s going to happen, and there’s fuck all I can do. I’m going to end up just weeing, you know, pissing on myself any minute.”
Manager Geoff spoke more eloquently from a short distance away, “I think he’s telling us all that he’s going to wet his knickers, unfortunately.”
(to be continued...)