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Trapped in his jeans, the man's bladder aches with urgency. His steps become hurried, his breath shallow as he clenches, trying to hold back the tide. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, his face a mask of concentration. The first few drops escape, darkening the denim, and he groans, knowing the floodgates have opened. The flow increases, his shorts becoming heavier and more transparent, as he finds an odd satisfaction in the release, the cool air against his skin a stark contrast to the warm, wet fabric clinging to him.