The classroom clock ticks loudly, echoing the boy's racing heart as he sits in his own puddle of urine. His shorts, once a barrier, now a second skin, cling to him, the dampness a constant stimulation. He's powerless to stop the rush of blood to his crotch, his cock stiffening at the taboo act. He looks around, eyes wide with fear of being caught, but the classroom remains empty, leaving him to his humiliating, exhilarating ritual.