Norman's Conquests (Part 3)
Posted: 26 Sep 2025, 20:42
(Continued...)
Norman picked up the grey briefs, gently caressing them in his hand before laying them flat on the table in front of him and stretching the two navy blue cotton socks into shape. They looked new and hardly worn. It had been over two years ago since the ground floor company had received a visit from the audit office, and the assigned auditor was a young guy called Nathan. He was a tall, auburn-haired and smart-suited 26-year-old lad, well-spoken, professional and friendly who had been assigned for a four-day project, and he had spent the first three days studiously working at one of the office desks, pausing only to thanks the girls for the cups of tea they regularly provided for him.
At the end of the third day, he approached Norman as he was packing up his papers.
“Would it be okay if I left my car in the car park tonight?” he asked, “only I’m going into town to meet up with a few friends. I don’t want to risk driving if I’ve had a drink, so I’ll get the train there and back and then get a cab here in the morning. I only live near the next station, but if I leave the car here, it’ll make life simpler?”
Norman shrugged, “Fine by me. I’ve got the new meeting room furniture being delivered this evening, so I expect I’ll be here until about midnight, clearing up and getting the room sorted.”
Nathan smiled, thanked Norman and tidied his papers on his desk before putting on his navy blue checked suit jacket and leaving the office, walking through the car park towards the nearby station.
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It was 11:25pm and Nathan and his three mates arrived at the mainline station after an unpleasant, hot journey on the tube. A quick glance at the departure board revealed that their train was set to leave in four minutes, and they began to run to their platform. They had all had a few pints each and despite their young ages, a dash was the last thing they all needed and they arrived on the platform breathing heavily.
“Oh look at this!” exclaimed Ross, “the train’s absolutely rammed. I’m not even sure we’re going to get on, let alone get a seat.”
“I think the next one, the fast one, has been cancelled” said Calum, “ This is probably the stopping service, but everyone’s on it. It’s worse than a tube at rush hour!”
“Just try and get on, we might have to force our way in” added an out of breath Eddie.
Nathan was equally as breathless, “Try and get on near the toilet though, I’ll need to go as soon as we're on there.”
A couple of minutes later, the train doors closed and it began to slowly pull away. The four lads were jammed just inside a set of doors and there was hardly room to look at each other.
“I reckon it’ll be a bit less packed further inside. Everyone stands by the doors. Shall we try and push our way through and see what it’s like?” said Ross.
The others nodded their agreement without speaking, but Nathan chimed in, “Go in the direction of the toilet because I’m going to have to find it.”
Ross had no idea about the location of a toilet but he began to lead the way, apologising to other people as he barged and forced his way past other less than impressed passengers, especially as he was followed by his suited mates. Ross’s assumption of it being less crowded proved incorrect and the four of them had found themselves right in the middle of the packed aisle.
“We’d best stay here for now” announced Calum, but Nathan’s fast-scanning eyes had spotted a sign at the end of the carriage.
“No, let’s keep going, the toilet’s in the next carriage, we need to get there!”
“Leave it out” replied Eddie, “we’ll never get there!”
“We’ve got to, we’ve really got to, just push through as quick as you can” said Nathan.
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It took around five minutes for the four lads to finally reach the end of the carriage, having upset a host more passengers, and as they reached the lobby area, the train had stopped at it’s next station and even more people were trying to force their way on.
“Let me get through” Nathan whispered to Ross, “I’m going to get to that toilet before it’s almost impossible to get in there.”
But his words were overheard by another older guy and he responded to Nathan, “The toilet’s out of order mate, it’s shut.”
Nathan was horrified, “It can’t be, surely?”
“They announced it as soon as we got on, it’s not working. It was on the departure board too, telling people to go before they got on.”
Nathan looked longingly at the toilet door, just a few metres away, and despite what he’d been told, he started to try and force his way in its direction.
“Mate, it’s shut! Look, there’s a closed notice on the door” said Eddie, “it’s no good trying, it’s shut!”
For a few seconds nobody else said anything, but Nathan was in a panic as he turned to Ross and virtually whispered in his ear,
“I’m going to have to get off at the next stop then, I was dying to go on the tube. I should have gone at the station but there wasn’t time. I’ll have to get off, I’ll never make it past the next stop.”
Despite his whispered comment, the guy who had heard his previous remark, spoke again, “It’s a semi-fast service, we don’t stop again now until Ascot.”
Ascot was where Nathan had left his car.
“What!” stammered Nathan, “how long’s that?”
“Twenty-five minutes” came back the response.
Nathan’s panic was obvious.
“I can’t wait 25 minutes!”
“You’re going to have to” the other guy replied, “or risk being strung up by everyone on here!”
Nathan turned back to Ross, “What am I going to do? I don’t know what I’m going to do? I’m never going to make it in time, I’m in absolute agony, I can’t hold this for 25 minutes!”
“Twenty-four minutes now” grinned Eddie, “I’ll count down for you!”
Nathan looked to the ceiling and pulled his shirt collar open a bit wider whilst blowing out his cheeks loudly, “I’m sweating. I don’t think I can do this. I might...you know”
"Might what?" replied Calum, knowing exactly what his mate had meant!
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After what seemed an eternity, Nathan turned towards Calum, “how long have we got left now?”
Calum glanced at his watch, “I don’t know, about 20 minutes I suppose.”
Nathan closed his eyes and screwed up his face, “It’s going to be a miracle if I last out, it really is.”
During the next fifteen minutes, every jolt and shudder of the fast-moving train was like a knife into Nathan’s bladder. He’d been for a pee in the pub before they’d left, but all that had done was to break the seal after several pints of lager. He’d found himself bursting to go on the tube, but he’d consoled himself with the fact he could use the gents at the mainline station. But it was now close to an hour since he’d been to the toilet and his bladder was screaming at him that it needed emptying.
“You alright there, Nath?” asked Ross, “still holding on okay? I could do with a tiddle myself to be honest, flipping pain the toilet being out of order.”
Nathan looked at his mate with half-closed eyes.
“I’m holding on through sheer will power, I honestly don’t think I’m going to make it in time?”
“Of course you’ll make it!” laughed Ross, “there’ll be a toilet when you get off.”
“I’m not going to last out” mumbled Nathan, “I’m going to get off at Ascot!”
“What for?” replied Eddie, “how are you going to get home from there? I know your car’s there but you’re not thinking of driving, are you? It’s only another seven or eight minutes on to our stop!”
“I can’t wait seven or eight minutes! I’ve just got to find somewhere to go” answered Nathan, “anywhere at all, I’ve just got to find a place to go. I’m in the final throes here!”
Eddie and Ross looked at each other.
“You’re not serious, are you mate?”
“I’m getting off” whispered Nathan, “I’m going to wet my trousers standing here if I don’t!”
“Alright mate, get off and find somewhere” replied Ross, “I reckon the toilet will be shut by now, but you’ll need to find a quiet spot if you can’t wait. Are you going to get a taxi back?”
Nathan was panicking in a way he couldn’t recall experiencing before, with his heart absolutely pounding in his chest and his stomach doing cartwheels. He nodded in response to Ross’s question, “If I haven’t already done it by then!”
It was five or six minutes later when the announcement was made that the train was approaching Ascot. Nathan could hardly stand still and his desperate predicament had become obvious to the other passengers in his vicinity, meaning that as the train approached the station, they were all trying to stand back to allow the suited lad to get to the door, including his three mates.
“Hope you find somewhere to go?”
“Take care mate, give us a ring sometime”
“Don’t be tempted to drive, get a taxi after you’ve had a wee!”
Nathan was almost beyond caring about what his mates thought. He was normally such a polite and professional lad, but he was at a stage where it was touch and go whether he could maintain his usual dignity.
“I’ve never been this close to wetting myself!” he said, in totally uncharacteristic fashion.
His mates stood back to let him off and as the door opened, Nathan felt an intense pain in his belly as he stepped down onto the platform. The station was brightly lit and instantly became busy as people disembarked. Even if the toilet was still open, it was on the other platform and Nathan didn’t have time to cross the footbridge. There was no way he could relieve himself on the platform in front of everyone and he began to hobble out of the exit into the equally brightly-lit street. It was a high street with now-closed shops, but with nowhere secluded to solve his painful predicament.
Although still absolutely desperate to go to the toilet, Nathan felt slightly less panicky now that he was out of the confines of the packed train carriage and he began to think more rationally. The office where his car was parked was only about 150 yards walk. His best bet was probably to get there and pee in the darkness next to his car. The prospect almost made him momentarily lose control and he had to tense his muscles to avoid catastrophe.
As he turned the corner into the car-park, he was still containing himself – just, but the initial horror of seeing a light on in the car park was negated by a sense of salvation as he saw a lit-up office just adjacent to the front entrance. Of course, that caretaker Norman said he’d be there until midnight. He seemed a decent guy, surely he’d let him in to use the toilet? Oh the relief, he could actually use a proper toilet to end this nightmare.
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Nathan tapped several times on the glass door and almost instantly, the blind in the office was pulled back and Norman looked out, acknowledging the auditor with a thumbs up before the internal entrance lit up.
Nathan was relieved beyond belief, but the impending relief also intensified his need and as he heard the door being unlocked, he was stepping from foot to foot as he strained every sinew in his body to hold on.
“I didn’t expect to see you back, boy, not at this time …”
Norman was interrupted by a frantic-sounding voice.
“Er, hello, it’s Norman isn’t it? Erm, Norman, I desperately need to come in and use the toilet, please, if I can?”
“Oh okay” Norman replied, “as he slowly unlocked the door and carefully opened it, but Nathan couldn’t wait to get inside.
“Oh please, hurry up! I’ve been on the train and the toilet was out of order! I nearly had an accident, If I don’t go now…”
Before he knew it, he had pushed past Norman and into the lobby, and as he turned back to see Norman slowly and even more carefully locking the door behind him, he had no option other than to virtually march on the spot, bouncing frantically from one foot to the other.
“The toilet, please, Norman. I need to use that toilet!”
Norman seemed unmoved as to the urgency of the situation.
“The one down here on this floor is locked up now. I can go and get the keys, but they’re in my office at the back of the building. It’ll take me a few minutes, or if you’d prefer, you can use the gents up on the second floor, which is always open…”
“God, Norman, I don’t care, which ever one is the nearest, it’s absolutely critical. Please! Just get me to a toilet, otherwise…”
Norman looked at him quizzically, almost waiting for him to finish the sentence.
“Otherwise, or else … I’m going to do it in my pants!”
“Okay boy” replied Norman, continuing in his unflustered tone, “it’ll probably be quicker if we go to the upstairs one, we’d better use the stairs as the lift can be a bit unpredictable and I wouldn’t advise using it at this time of night.”
He ushered Nathan out into the corridor, and as he walked behind him, he could see Nathan’s hobbled stance, as he almost seemed to be walking with his legs pushed together.
“Have you been into town? You look like you’ve had a few drinks, a good night was it…”
Nathan could feel his bladder muscles involuntarily easing as the pain in his lower belly intensified. He couldn’t help himself letting out a couple of little ‘aarghs’ and ‘oohs’ and he simply HAD to make sure that Norman understood how close he was to losing control.
“Aargh, I’m nearly going in my trousers!”
“Oh” replied Norman nonchalantly, “do you want me to go on ahead and make sure it’s open? It’s not the next landing, it’s the one further up.”
Nathan stopped still and bent forwards at the waist as he felt a warm spurt wet his underpants. It was short and sudden, but the sensation was enough to send him into total panic…
“I’m actually doing it!”
“I’ll see if the one on the next floor is open” said Norman, with slightly more urgency, and he moved past Nathan so that he could step up to the next landing.
Nathan wanted to run, but he physically couldn’t, and as he lifted his leg to move up to the next stair, he felt a warm trickle all down the inside of his right thigh. The next step up resulted in the same outcome and another hot dribble weaved down his thigh again, but the third one was more of a stream which made his crotch feel hot before running down his leg and behind his knee.
Nathan glanced down as he lifted his leg on another step, and he could see a dark stain on the upper leg of his navy-blue check trousers. If he hadn’t known what to do on the train, this was ten times worse and without even contemplating the embarrassment, he called out,
“Norman! I’m wetting my trousers!”
There was no response, but as Nathan lifted his foot onto the first-floor landing, he felt himself start to urinate in one constant stream. His legs were slightly apart and he had one hand holding the stair-rail and one hand cupped beneath his crotch as he experienced an intense warmth all down his right leg, with his hot urine cascading down his thigh and around his knee before spreading around the back of his calf and pouring down his shin, into his sock and over and inside his shoe.
With a gasp of both relief and sheer horror, he lost the ability to fight the urge to hold on any longer and he just uncontrollably went to the toilet in his trousers and pants, standing and wetting himself in absolute torrents. His navy-blue suit trousers were turning dark all down his right leg, with little trickles showing down his left thigh, and the crotch was stained dark, with clear urine running through the material of his trousers and splattering onto the green carpet, which was turning dark as the pool formed around his tan-coloured lace-up shoe.
Nathan was suddenly aware of Norman standing just a few feet away, staring down at the puddle which was still spreading around the auditor’s feet.
“I’ve done it in my trousers!” Nathan’s voice was quiet and shaky, but in contrast, Norman spoke loudly and pointedly.
“You’ve wet your pants, my lad!”
Nathan was still going to the toilet as he stood on the carpeted landing. His legs were hot and sticky with his trousers sodden, and despite the large steaming puddle all around his feet, his tan shoes and his navy blue socks were saturated, and he could feel the warmth all around and under his toes.
“I’m so sorry” he mumbled, “I’ve had an accident. I don’t know how I didn’t go in my trousers on the train, I was absolutely terrified I was going to wet myself in front of everyone. And now I’ve done it in my pants, I just couldn’t make it to the toilet. I’m so sorry, I’ve made a mess on the carpet.”
“That’s okay boy” replied Norman, “at least you’ve only done it in front of me. You’ve just given me another hour’s work though, cleaning that carpet where you’re standing!”
Nathan looked down in embarrassment at the dark stain all around his feet where the urine had soaked into the carpet.
“Sorry!” he mumbled again, “actually, I need to go again, I still need to go!”
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Thirty minutes later, Nathan was waiting for a taxi to take him home. After initially wondering whether a cab would pick him up him in his condition, he had taken Norman’s advice.
“Look lad, I’d take you home myself but I’ve only got my pushbike! If you’re worried about the taxi, why don’t you take off your underpants and then put your trousers back on, tie your suit jacket around your waist and then when you sit on the seat, the wetness won’t soak through, especially if you’ve got no sopping wet pants underneath. I could lend you a pair of trousers, but they’d only be fishing trousers.”
Nathan had politely declined that offer, but he’d taken off his drenched underpants and having also realised that his socks were sodden, he’d taken them off too and put his shoes back on, opting for the sockless look.
“Don’t worry about your pants and socks, I’ll dispose of them for you. Just get yourself home and cleaned up, boy.”
Nathan had shaken Norman’s hand, embarrassed as hell but grateful for the assistance, although he pleaded, “Please don’t tell anyone else, will you, I beg of you.”
“Why would I tell anyone?“ responded Norman, adding mysteriously, “I’ll add it to my list of secrets!”
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In his office, Norman smiled to himself at the memory of seeing the auditor firstly wet himself, then arrive the next morning, dressed in a grey-coloured suit, and hardly able to look Norman in the eye.
He glanced down again at the grey Hugo Boss briefs and short navy blue socks.
‘There was no chance he was ever going to be asking for them back!’
Norman picked up the grey briefs, gently caressing them in his hand before laying them flat on the table in front of him and stretching the two navy blue cotton socks into shape. They looked new and hardly worn. It had been over two years ago since the ground floor company had received a visit from the audit office, and the assigned auditor was a young guy called Nathan. He was a tall, auburn-haired and smart-suited 26-year-old lad, well-spoken, professional and friendly who had been assigned for a four-day project, and he had spent the first three days studiously working at one of the office desks, pausing only to thanks the girls for the cups of tea they regularly provided for him.
At the end of the third day, he approached Norman as he was packing up his papers.
“Would it be okay if I left my car in the car park tonight?” he asked, “only I’m going into town to meet up with a few friends. I don’t want to risk driving if I’ve had a drink, so I’ll get the train there and back and then get a cab here in the morning. I only live near the next station, but if I leave the car here, it’ll make life simpler?”
Norman shrugged, “Fine by me. I’ve got the new meeting room furniture being delivered this evening, so I expect I’ll be here until about midnight, clearing up and getting the room sorted.”
Nathan smiled, thanked Norman and tidied his papers on his desk before putting on his navy blue checked suit jacket and leaving the office, walking through the car park towards the nearby station.
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It was 11:25pm and Nathan and his three mates arrived at the mainline station after an unpleasant, hot journey on the tube. A quick glance at the departure board revealed that their train was set to leave in four minutes, and they began to run to their platform. They had all had a few pints each and despite their young ages, a dash was the last thing they all needed and they arrived on the platform breathing heavily.
“Oh look at this!” exclaimed Ross, “the train’s absolutely rammed. I’m not even sure we’re going to get on, let alone get a seat.”
“I think the next one, the fast one, has been cancelled” said Calum, “ This is probably the stopping service, but everyone’s on it. It’s worse than a tube at rush hour!”
“Just try and get on, we might have to force our way in” added an out of breath Eddie.
Nathan was equally as breathless, “Try and get on near the toilet though, I’ll need to go as soon as we're on there.”
A couple of minutes later, the train doors closed and it began to slowly pull away. The four lads were jammed just inside a set of doors and there was hardly room to look at each other.
“I reckon it’ll be a bit less packed further inside. Everyone stands by the doors. Shall we try and push our way through and see what it’s like?” said Ross.
The others nodded their agreement without speaking, but Nathan chimed in, “Go in the direction of the toilet because I’m going to have to find it.”
Ross had no idea about the location of a toilet but he began to lead the way, apologising to other people as he barged and forced his way past other less than impressed passengers, especially as he was followed by his suited mates. Ross’s assumption of it being less crowded proved incorrect and the four of them had found themselves right in the middle of the packed aisle.
“We’d best stay here for now” announced Calum, but Nathan’s fast-scanning eyes had spotted a sign at the end of the carriage.
“No, let’s keep going, the toilet’s in the next carriage, we need to get there!”
“Leave it out” replied Eddie, “we’ll never get there!”
“We’ve got to, we’ve really got to, just push through as quick as you can” said Nathan.
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It took around five minutes for the four lads to finally reach the end of the carriage, having upset a host more passengers, and as they reached the lobby area, the train had stopped at it’s next station and even more people were trying to force their way on.
“Let me get through” Nathan whispered to Ross, “I’m going to get to that toilet before it’s almost impossible to get in there.”
But his words were overheard by another older guy and he responded to Nathan, “The toilet’s out of order mate, it’s shut.”
Nathan was horrified, “It can’t be, surely?”
“They announced it as soon as we got on, it’s not working. It was on the departure board too, telling people to go before they got on.”
Nathan looked longingly at the toilet door, just a few metres away, and despite what he’d been told, he started to try and force his way in its direction.
“Mate, it’s shut! Look, there’s a closed notice on the door” said Eddie, “it’s no good trying, it’s shut!”
For a few seconds nobody else said anything, but Nathan was in a panic as he turned to Ross and virtually whispered in his ear,
“I’m going to have to get off at the next stop then, I was dying to go on the tube. I should have gone at the station but there wasn’t time. I’ll have to get off, I’ll never make it past the next stop.”
Despite his whispered comment, the guy who had heard his previous remark, spoke again, “It’s a semi-fast service, we don’t stop again now until Ascot.”
Ascot was where Nathan had left his car.
“What!” stammered Nathan, “how long’s that?”
“Twenty-five minutes” came back the response.
Nathan’s panic was obvious.
“I can’t wait 25 minutes!”
“You’re going to have to” the other guy replied, “or risk being strung up by everyone on here!”
Nathan turned back to Ross, “What am I going to do? I don’t know what I’m going to do? I’m never going to make it in time, I’m in absolute agony, I can’t hold this for 25 minutes!”
“Twenty-four minutes now” grinned Eddie, “I’ll count down for you!”
Nathan looked to the ceiling and pulled his shirt collar open a bit wider whilst blowing out his cheeks loudly, “I’m sweating. I don’t think I can do this. I might...you know”
"Might what?" replied Calum, knowing exactly what his mate had meant!
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After what seemed an eternity, Nathan turned towards Calum, “how long have we got left now?”
Calum glanced at his watch, “I don’t know, about 20 minutes I suppose.”
Nathan closed his eyes and screwed up his face, “It’s going to be a miracle if I last out, it really is.”
During the next fifteen minutes, every jolt and shudder of the fast-moving train was like a knife into Nathan’s bladder. He’d been for a pee in the pub before they’d left, but all that had done was to break the seal after several pints of lager. He’d found himself bursting to go on the tube, but he’d consoled himself with the fact he could use the gents at the mainline station. But it was now close to an hour since he’d been to the toilet and his bladder was screaming at him that it needed emptying.
“You alright there, Nath?” asked Ross, “still holding on okay? I could do with a tiddle myself to be honest, flipping pain the toilet being out of order.”
Nathan looked at his mate with half-closed eyes.
“I’m holding on through sheer will power, I honestly don’t think I’m going to make it in time?”
“Of course you’ll make it!” laughed Ross, “there’ll be a toilet when you get off.”
“I’m not going to last out” mumbled Nathan, “I’m going to get off at Ascot!”
“What for?” replied Eddie, “how are you going to get home from there? I know your car’s there but you’re not thinking of driving, are you? It’s only another seven or eight minutes on to our stop!”
“I can’t wait seven or eight minutes! I’ve just got to find somewhere to go” answered Nathan, “anywhere at all, I’ve just got to find a place to go. I’m in the final throes here!”
Eddie and Ross looked at each other.
“You’re not serious, are you mate?”
“I’m getting off” whispered Nathan, “I’m going to wet my trousers standing here if I don’t!”
“Alright mate, get off and find somewhere” replied Ross, “I reckon the toilet will be shut by now, but you’ll need to find a quiet spot if you can’t wait. Are you going to get a taxi back?”
Nathan was panicking in a way he couldn’t recall experiencing before, with his heart absolutely pounding in his chest and his stomach doing cartwheels. He nodded in response to Ross’s question, “If I haven’t already done it by then!”
It was five or six minutes later when the announcement was made that the train was approaching Ascot. Nathan could hardly stand still and his desperate predicament had become obvious to the other passengers in his vicinity, meaning that as the train approached the station, they were all trying to stand back to allow the suited lad to get to the door, including his three mates.
“Hope you find somewhere to go?”
“Take care mate, give us a ring sometime”
“Don’t be tempted to drive, get a taxi after you’ve had a wee!”
Nathan was almost beyond caring about what his mates thought. He was normally such a polite and professional lad, but he was at a stage where it was touch and go whether he could maintain his usual dignity.
“I’ve never been this close to wetting myself!” he said, in totally uncharacteristic fashion.
His mates stood back to let him off and as the door opened, Nathan felt an intense pain in his belly as he stepped down onto the platform. The station was brightly lit and instantly became busy as people disembarked. Even if the toilet was still open, it was on the other platform and Nathan didn’t have time to cross the footbridge. There was no way he could relieve himself on the platform in front of everyone and he began to hobble out of the exit into the equally brightly-lit street. It was a high street with now-closed shops, but with nowhere secluded to solve his painful predicament.
Although still absolutely desperate to go to the toilet, Nathan felt slightly less panicky now that he was out of the confines of the packed train carriage and he began to think more rationally. The office where his car was parked was only about 150 yards walk. His best bet was probably to get there and pee in the darkness next to his car. The prospect almost made him momentarily lose control and he had to tense his muscles to avoid catastrophe.
As he turned the corner into the car-park, he was still containing himself – just, but the initial horror of seeing a light on in the car park was negated by a sense of salvation as he saw a lit-up office just adjacent to the front entrance. Of course, that caretaker Norman said he’d be there until midnight. He seemed a decent guy, surely he’d let him in to use the toilet? Oh the relief, he could actually use a proper toilet to end this nightmare.
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Nathan tapped several times on the glass door and almost instantly, the blind in the office was pulled back and Norman looked out, acknowledging the auditor with a thumbs up before the internal entrance lit up.
Nathan was relieved beyond belief, but the impending relief also intensified his need and as he heard the door being unlocked, he was stepping from foot to foot as he strained every sinew in his body to hold on.
“I didn’t expect to see you back, boy, not at this time …”
Norman was interrupted by a frantic-sounding voice.
“Er, hello, it’s Norman isn’t it? Erm, Norman, I desperately need to come in and use the toilet, please, if I can?”
“Oh okay” Norman replied, “as he slowly unlocked the door and carefully opened it, but Nathan couldn’t wait to get inside.
“Oh please, hurry up! I’ve been on the train and the toilet was out of order! I nearly had an accident, If I don’t go now…”
Before he knew it, he had pushed past Norman and into the lobby, and as he turned back to see Norman slowly and even more carefully locking the door behind him, he had no option other than to virtually march on the spot, bouncing frantically from one foot to the other.
“The toilet, please, Norman. I need to use that toilet!”
Norman seemed unmoved as to the urgency of the situation.
“The one down here on this floor is locked up now. I can go and get the keys, but they’re in my office at the back of the building. It’ll take me a few minutes, or if you’d prefer, you can use the gents up on the second floor, which is always open…”
“God, Norman, I don’t care, which ever one is the nearest, it’s absolutely critical. Please! Just get me to a toilet, otherwise…”
Norman looked at him quizzically, almost waiting for him to finish the sentence.
“Otherwise, or else … I’m going to do it in my pants!”
“Okay boy” replied Norman, continuing in his unflustered tone, “it’ll probably be quicker if we go to the upstairs one, we’d better use the stairs as the lift can be a bit unpredictable and I wouldn’t advise using it at this time of night.”
He ushered Nathan out into the corridor, and as he walked behind him, he could see Nathan’s hobbled stance, as he almost seemed to be walking with his legs pushed together.
“Have you been into town? You look like you’ve had a few drinks, a good night was it…”
Nathan could feel his bladder muscles involuntarily easing as the pain in his lower belly intensified. He couldn’t help himself letting out a couple of little ‘aarghs’ and ‘oohs’ and he simply HAD to make sure that Norman understood how close he was to losing control.
“Aargh, I’m nearly going in my trousers!”
“Oh” replied Norman nonchalantly, “do you want me to go on ahead and make sure it’s open? It’s not the next landing, it’s the one further up.”
Nathan stopped still and bent forwards at the waist as he felt a warm spurt wet his underpants. It was short and sudden, but the sensation was enough to send him into total panic…
“I’m actually doing it!”
“I’ll see if the one on the next floor is open” said Norman, with slightly more urgency, and he moved past Nathan so that he could step up to the next landing.
Nathan wanted to run, but he physically couldn’t, and as he lifted his leg to move up to the next stair, he felt a warm trickle all down the inside of his right thigh. The next step up resulted in the same outcome and another hot dribble weaved down his thigh again, but the third one was more of a stream which made his crotch feel hot before running down his leg and behind his knee.
Nathan glanced down as he lifted his leg on another step, and he could see a dark stain on the upper leg of his navy-blue check trousers. If he hadn’t known what to do on the train, this was ten times worse and without even contemplating the embarrassment, he called out,
“Norman! I’m wetting my trousers!”
There was no response, but as Nathan lifted his foot onto the first-floor landing, he felt himself start to urinate in one constant stream. His legs were slightly apart and he had one hand holding the stair-rail and one hand cupped beneath his crotch as he experienced an intense warmth all down his right leg, with his hot urine cascading down his thigh and around his knee before spreading around the back of his calf and pouring down his shin, into his sock and over and inside his shoe.
With a gasp of both relief and sheer horror, he lost the ability to fight the urge to hold on any longer and he just uncontrollably went to the toilet in his trousers and pants, standing and wetting himself in absolute torrents. His navy-blue suit trousers were turning dark all down his right leg, with little trickles showing down his left thigh, and the crotch was stained dark, with clear urine running through the material of his trousers and splattering onto the green carpet, which was turning dark as the pool formed around his tan-coloured lace-up shoe.
Nathan was suddenly aware of Norman standing just a few feet away, staring down at the puddle which was still spreading around the auditor’s feet.
“I’ve done it in my trousers!” Nathan’s voice was quiet and shaky, but in contrast, Norman spoke loudly and pointedly.
“You’ve wet your pants, my lad!”
Nathan was still going to the toilet as he stood on the carpeted landing. His legs were hot and sticky with his trousers sodden, and despite the large steaming puddle all around his feet, his tan shoes and his navy blue socks were saturated, and he could feel the warmth all around and under his toes.
“I’m so sorry” he mumbled, “I’ve had an accident. I don’t know how I didn’t go in my trousers on the train, I was absolutely terrified I was going to wet myself in front of everyone. And now I’ve done it in my pants, I just couldn’t make it to the toilet. I’m so sorry, I’ve made a mess on the carpet.”
“That’s okay boy” replied Norman, “at least you’ve only done it in front of me. You’ve just given me another hour’s work though, cleaning that carpet where you’re standing!”
Nathan looked down in embarrassment at the dark stain all around his feet where the urine had soaked into the carpet.
“Sorry!” he mumbled again, “actually, I need to go again, I still need to go!”
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Thirty minutes later, Nathan was waiting for a taxi to take him home. After initially wondering whether a cab would pick him up him in his condition, he had taken Norman’s advice.
“Look lad, I’d take you home myself but I’ve only got my pushbike! If you’re worried about the taxi, why don’t you take off your underpants and then put your trousers back on, tie your suit jacket around your waist and then when you sit on the seat, the wetness won’t soak through, especially if you’ve got no sopping wet pants underneath. I could lend you a pair of trousers, but they’d only be fishing trousers.”
Nathan had politely declined that offer, but he’d taken off his drenched underpants and having also realised that his socks were sodden, he’d taken them off too and put his shoes back on, opting for the sockless look.
“Don’t worry about your pants and socks, I’ll dispose of them for you. Just get yourself home and cleaned up, boy.”
Nathan had shaken Norman’s hand, embarrassed as hell but grateful for the assistance, although he pleaded, “Please don’t tell anyone else, will you, I beg of you.”
“Why would I tell anyone?“ responded Norman, adding mysteriously, “I’ll add it to my list of secrets!”
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In his office, Norman smiled to himself at the memory of seeing the auditor firstly wet himself, then arrive the next morning, dressed in a grey-coloured suit, and hardly able to look Norman in the eye.
He glanced down again at the grey Hugo Boss briefs and short navy blue socks.
‘There was no chance he was ever going to be asking for them back!’
