Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2021 16:08:13 +0000
From: jeansloader . <jeansloader@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Robbie's Public Encounter (scat)

It was a warm, late summer evening when Robbie was walking hurriedly
through the shopping mall to the toilets. Clenching as he walked, the
pressure on his hole was almost unbearable as he held back the urge
to shit. The hunky 23 year old wasn't simply going to relieve himself
however.
After several days of mailing back and forth online with a guy he knew
only as D, a very kinky and filthy meet had been arranged. A guy with
several fetishes and fantasies, Robbie was very eager to explore his
darker side. On this occasion, he was meeting D in a public toilet which
was about to close. He knew little of what was about to happen save for
the very simple and specific instructions: turn up needing a shit, enter
the first stall and stand facing the toilet with his hands behind his
back.
There were still shoppers in the mall but very few, and none noticed the
red-face hunk sweating as he held back the three-day load, small farts
breaking out as he walked. Their noses would likely be offended if they
got too close.
Soon he entered the toilets, it was 5.40pm and they were due to close at
6. No-one else was around, though he noticed the second stall was
occupied. Taking a deep, nervous breath; he peeked inside the first
stall, checking it was empty, then walked inside. As he stood facing the
commode, he couldn't help letting out a loud, rumbling fart. This was
one serious dump he was cooking and it was almost time to serve. He
noticed the occupant of the second stall shuffle, stand and open the
door. Stepping out, a husky voice called out "Robbie?" "Mmmhmmm..."
Robbie mumbled. He nervously rubbed his hands on his Levi's as he
wondered how far this was going to go. They had discussed several
scenarios, and he had left it up to D to carry out what he preferred. So
it was with no shortage of trepidation when he stood, still staring
straight ahead, as D walked inside the stall and locked the door. His
hands were grabbed by D and pulled behind him, secured with a zip-tie.
His ankles were pushed together and similarly zip-tied together. Then a
thick, leather blindfold was fastened around his eyes. He stood trembling
as he was bound and blindfolded in this public toilet, moments away from
losing his battle with his bowels.
D caressed Robbie's hair, ran his hand down Robbie's side to his ass
and cupped one of his denim-clad cheeks, while the other hand groped
Robbie's stomach. Robbie groaned as he farted again at the touch to his
abdomen. "Oh god...." he whispered. D leaned in and Robbie could feel
his hot breath on his ear. "You're not leaving until you shit your
pants for me." Robbie could hardly object, the load was almost touching
cloth as it was. His hands twisted against their bindings as he stood,
being touched up by D. Suddenly the pressure was too much to bear and the
turd rushed out, crackling as it tented into his boxers and jeans. It was
solid, pungent and thick, and D simply nuzzled against Robbie's neck as
he continued pushing the thick log out, groaning as it curled against the
denim and bulged down, partly into the leg seam and partly tickling
against his balls as the load sought space. D's hand gently cupped the
pile of crap in his jeans as he strained to finish it.
A few minutes later, which seemed much longer to Robbie, it was over. He
stood panting with the exertion of dumping in his jeans. D was breathing
heavily with lust as he took a knee and pressed his face into the bulging
denim. Robbie was aroused, ashamed and a little nervous as to what would
happen next. He had been too much into the scenario to think of the
consequences, and as he was wondering how long he would have to clean up,
D suddenly unbuttoned Robbie's jeans and pulled them down. The giant
load had been supported by the limited space provided by the seat of his
jeans but once they dropped the load sagged a little and partly peeled
from the skin of his ass. D then cupped the load under his boxers and
began pulling them down. He then felt himself being dragged a little away
from the toilet, and heard the sound of D's own jeans being unbuttoned
and pulled down. Not long after, a soft `pffft' and crackling could be
heard and he realised D was taking a shit of his own. It took a belated
moment to realise that instead of hitting water, D's turd was not in
fact falling into the toilet. Instead he felt his boxers sagging further
down as the weight of his underwear increased.... D was shitting into
Robbie's pants on top of his own load! Robbie hadn't expected this and
wasn't sure how to react, he gasped as a substantial load was added to
his own. D groaned in sheer pleasure, enjoying the look on Robbie's
face. Not even wiping, D stood and pulled up his jeans, then slowly
cupped the giant pile in Robbie's pants as he guided them back up,
careful to keep it all in place. The boxers sagged obscenely as he
quickly pulled up Robbie's jeans and buttoned them back up, enjoying the
very large and noticeable lumps appearing on both sides of the denim
seam. "That's another guy's shit pressed against your ass," D
whispered in his ear.
Time was ticking. The toilets were surely about to be locked. Robbie grew
nervous now, he was tied up and in a rather embarrassing state. His mouth
dry, he rasped "please untie me now." D simply patted his shit filled
jeans. "Almost done." Robbie heard the clinking of a chain being pulled
out of D's coat pocket, it was quickly put through the belt loops of his
jeans, pulled tight and the click of a padlock could be heard. Robbie
gasped anew as he realised the situation. D embraced him, and while
cupping the massive load anew he leaned into Robbie's ear again.
"You'll not be able to take off your jeans now, until I unlock them. I
expect you here at the same time tomorrow, 24 hours from now. If you
don't turn up at the same time and place, the padlock key gets flushed
away."
Several emotions ran through Robbie's mind as a voice called out
"Anyone in here?" "One minute, almost done." D replied as he cut the
zip ties from Robbie's ankles. The door was unlocked, and just as Robbie
panicked at the thought of being left with his hands tied, the zip tie
was cut from his wrists. With that, D's footsteps could be heard quickly
receding as he hurried out.
Robbie slowly removed the blindfold. He stood and slowly pondered his
situation, aroused and yet utterly debased as he realised he would have
to leave here with his jeans packed with poop. He pushed and pushed
against the chain around his jeans, but it was pulled too tight over his
pelvis to have any give. He was mortified, he would have to walk out
through the mall like this. The shirt he was wearing would cover the
chain and padlock, but not the seat of his jeans. His hand reached behind
and gingerly touched the pile bulging inside his pants. His load alone
was some size, D's added to it made it monstrous. It was solid but
because the jeans were snug it was squishing up his crack, the end of one
log had pushed right along his ballsack to the base of his dick. He
slowly crouched a little, hoping the pressure would lessen the size of
the bulge but it just caused the sensation of shit squishing everywhere
and he quickly stood back up.
The janitor was waiting impatiently at the door as Robbie sheepishly
walked out, trying his best not to waddle. He didn't wait around to see
if the janitor noticed anything, hurrying along the corridor to the mall.
Luckily, he seemed to be the only one there so he tried his best to walk
normally as he hurried out, feeling the turds squashing against his skin
with each movement. Many thoughts ran through his head as he left,
chiefly how he was going to get through the next 24 hours like this.
Around 30 minutes later, having been noticed twice by strangers, a
thoroughly ashamed yet extremely horny Robbie arrived home. He flopped
back onto his bed and after discovering he couldn't even unbutton the
fly of his jeans due to the chain and padlock, he groped the front of his
jeans trying to cum inside them, feeling the shitload squishing as he
turned over and humped his denim-clad erection against his bed. It
didn't take long for him to explode in his jeans, the front of his
boxers turning sticky with hot, thick cum.
Exhausted, he lay back and drifted off, the shit still warm in the back
of his jeans. It hadn't even crossed his mind what D would have in store
for him tomorrow.

To be continued....