In the heart of Prague, a Czech man battles a losing war against his bursting bladder. His jeans, once a crisp blue, darken as the fabric absorbs the steady trickle of piss. He clenches, trying to stop the flow, but it's no use. The stream becomes a gush, his jeans clinging to his skin, the wet denim chafing against his cock and balls. He's a mess, a public spectacle, but there's no stopping the flood until his bladder is finally, blissfully, empty.