Sorry, mate, how much longer will you be?" There was a definite pleading tone to his voice, but he didn't care about that either. He just needed to pee. There was no answer from inside the toilet. He stopped a stewardess on the way by. Yeah, yeah, sure." Damien's face was crumpled with worry. "You sure you're alright though? It's not an ulcer or anything, right? Want pain meds? I have Advil. I always bring Advil-" It becomes apparent that the Tower's resident teenager has some... aiming issues. It falls to Tony to solve them.

I know what you need now," Damien whispered softly. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and to the bathroom. You can do it." All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore. He let go and the torrent started up once more. He moaned in pure pleasure already afraid of the moment when he would have to clamp down again, which would come all to soon. Even through the haze, he heard the sound of frantic movement on fabric next to him and a small grunt, then there was silence.

What can I say, It's what I love.

When he stood, he had a horrifying moment when he thought he would not be able to walk to the toilets. He bent over slightly, cursing silently. He was in plain view again, which meant he also couldn't use his hand anymore. He started to move slowly, focussing on maintaining control. It was not so far, he could make it.

I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -"After all, wetting yourself while fully conscious and awake, even at fourteen, was pretty abnormal. But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong."