Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 14:06:29 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: Tony's Punishment 1

Disclaimer - this story involves bondage, humiliation,
watersports and forced orgasm and scat. If this isn't
your thing then do not read on.

Any comments or suggestions (especialliy suggestions)
will be gratefully received and there's another part
of the story on the way :)

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Chapter 1

When Tony walked into the Coach's office he sensed
immediately that this was not to be the usual pep-talk
that the Coach always gave the team before one of their
wrestling tournaments. For starters there was no one else
in the office apart from Coach Wetherall and immediately
Tony became nervous that this was going to be bad news.
He hoped he wasn't being thrown off the team and his mind
instantly flashed back a couple of days when he'd taken
the opportunity to have a wank in the locker rooms one
night after every one else had left. Did Coach know about
this?

Nick Wetherall looked up as Tony entered the room and
took in the boy standing in front of him looking vaguely
anxious. Tony was 17 years old and well built with strong
well-muscled arms and thighs from his perpetual
indulgence in most of the sporting activities the college
had to offer. The boy's blonde hair was tousled from a
shower no doubt and his square jaw clenched nervously as
he stood in front of Coach's desk. Tony was wearing a
lycra wrestling uniform in the college colours - light
blue with a white trim - and the gear moulded itself to
the young man's muscles and bulges tightly as the shiny
fabric caught the light.

Tony stood for a second and then Coach gestured to the
chair in front of the desk and he sat opposite Nick. The
Coach gave him a stern look and drew from his desk drawer
a videotape which he popped into the VCR used for
reviewing plays for the football squad. The TV monitor
sprang to life and there was Tony caught in the act of
jacking off in the locker room from the other day. Tony
felt his face redden at the scene they were watching and
started to stammer out an apology - hoping to god the
Coach would turn off the dreadful images in front of both
men.

The Coach let the tape run for about a minute as the CCTV
cameras caught the boy jacking himself towards a climax
then turned it off abruptly and looked across the table
to where Tony was sitting with his eyes lowered and a
visible sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"This school has rules son and this sort of disgusting
behaviour is not acceptable - especially from one of our
brightest young athletes. What if the cleaning lady had
come in and caught you doing this?"

"I'm so sorry sir - I didn't think anyone would know"
Tony couldn't meet the Coach's eyes and kept his gaze on
the floor as he spoke. He knew he was in trouble and was
frightened about what the Coach would do next - what if
he showed his folks the tape?

There was a knock at the door and Jay Werner walked into
the office. Jay was a slim guy from the same year as Tony
but the two men were worlds apart as they had totally
different cliques and courses. The rumours were that Jay
was queer and people tended to give him a wide berth as a
result of this. He also had a penchant for practical
jokes which Tony found pathetic and childish. Tony
couldn't work out why Jay might be in the gym, let alone
in the Coach's office, - Jay had no interest in sports
whatsoever.

The Coach continued talking as if Jay hadn't entered the
room and Tony blushed even further as the lecture
continued in front of this other student. He wanted the
ground to open up and swallow him and was trying to think
of a way to stop the conversation and get out of the
office when he suddenly realised that the Coach had
mentioned Jay in relation to Tony.

"Sorry sir - I missed what you said"

"I said that you will have to be punished for this
unseemly behaviour and that I'm putting Jay in charge of
your punishment. You will spend the next fortnight under
his supervision and he will report back to me during this
period. If you do not heed his orders then I'm afraid
that I will have to take this footage to the Dean and
arrange a meeting for your parents to view this material.
Is that clear?"

Tony tripped over his tongue as he tried to articulate
his thoughts

"What do you mean sir? 'Supervision' - what is that sir?"

Jay smiled evilly and came around and sat on the edge of
Coach Wetherall's desk in front of Tony,

"He means that I'm in charge - of you. You have to do
what I say or I report back to the Coach that you haven't
and he spills the beans about your tacky JO session in
the locker rooms. Do you want him to do that Jock-boy?"

"No I don't but I don't see what this has to do with you
Jay?"

"I'm your 'mentor' for a fortnight and you are my toy -
I'm sure we'll get along just fine. If we don't then your
future here is over. S'your call stud." Jay turned to the
Coach - "When do we start sir?"

"No time like the present eh? - he's all yours son"

"Right then - lets test this out" Jay opened his backpack
and pulled out a leather collar that was about two inches
wide and studded with wicked looking chrome studs. He
moved round behind Tony and started to put the collar
round the boy's muscular neck. Tony freaked and jumped up
out of the chair - he grabbed the front of Jay's shirt
and shoved him up against the wall.

"Get your filthy pervert hands off me you queer!" flecks
of spit showered Jay's face, which was an inch from
Tony's enraged countenance. Jay however seemed not in the
slightest bit perturbed by this violence and, in a bored
tone of voice said,

"I guess it's not going to work sir. You'd better make
those appointments." Jay watched as Tony took in the
implications of this and Tony released Jay's clothing and
backed away from him. Tony looked utterly dejected and
turned and implored the Coach not to do this.

"You must be punished Tony. This will teach you a
valuable lesson about the importance of ensuring you
behave with dignity at all times. Now what's it to be,
Jay and his regime or a facilitated meeting with your
parents and the Dean?"

Tony hung his head in shame and anger. To let this freak
touch him was bad enough but to let Jay have control over
him for two weeks was intolerable. Yet he had no choice.
His parents would go ape if they knew about his actions
in the locker room and he couldn't bring shame on his
family in that way. He also couldn't risk being thrown
out of college - not when he was so close to graduation.
As much as it revolted him he would have to go along with
this punishment and hope that two weeks passed quickly.
From his experience thus far with the collar it was clear
that Jay was going to make the most of this situation but
he could see no way of getting out of it.

"Ok sir I'll do this" he muttered.

"Very well Tony - for the next two weeks whatever Jay
wants you to do you will do. If he says jump you will ask
how high. If I hear that you've refused to follow the
line he sets then it's all over for you in this school -
is that clear?"

"Yes sir"

"Right then - I'll hand you over to Jay. I understand
he's drawn up an itinerary for the fortnight and I'll be
keeping in touch with him to ensure all is going well. At
the end of the fortnight you'll get your tape back to do
with as you wish. Now get out of my office - both of you"

Both boys left the Coach's office and walked into the
deserted locker room. Tony sank down onto one of the
benches and Jay came and stood in front of him.

"We should start as we mean to go on don't you think?" he
said with a grim smile. Then he proceeded to secure the
studded collar round Tony's neck and fasten it tight.

"You will wear this all the time and you will address me
as 'Master' for the period of the two weeks. You will
tell your folks you are staying over at my place for a
fortnight as part of the school's foreign induction
programme and that you will receive extra credit for
doing so.

You will seek my permission before engaging on any course
of action. This includes talking to other people, using
the bathroom, sitting down, eating, and taking part in
your school activities. Are we clear Jock-boy?"

"Why are you doing this to me? Are you gonna get some
sort of sick thrill out of this?"

"Honestly? Yes I am. Now then - first things first, what
are you wearing under that outfit?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" sneered Tony. But his voice
betrayed his lack of confidence and he looked downward
and added "Just a jockstrap"

"Take it off - then you can put your gear back on"

"I can't do that! This outfit's skin tight - everyone'll
see my dick!"

"Do it."

"Ok but turn around. I don't want you drooling over my
arse you cocksucker"

"Fine - the deal's off. If you can't obey the rules
there's no point continuing. Hope you enjoy whatever low-
rent school you end up in" Jay turned and started towards
the Coach's office.

Tony panicked. "Wait! I'll do it! I'm sorry." He started
to pull down the shoulder straps on his uniform.

"What do you say? 'I'll do it' followed by what?"

Hating himself for his predicament Tony knew he had no
choice so he looked Jay in the eyes and said strongly,

"I'll do it Master"

"That's better. Now get on with it."

Tony pulled his uniform down to his ankles and stepped
out if it. He stood in front of Jay now only dressed in
his jockstrap, socks and trainers. He took the jock off
quickly and pulled his wrestling gear back up as quickly
as he could. All the while Jay watched with a smile as
the boy disrobed and his sizeable dick presented itself
to his view. When Tony pulled the uniform back up and put
his arms back through the shoulder straps he looked up
and was blushing furiously. Jay looked down and could see
the outline of Tony's cock as the shiny light blue lycra
hugged it totally.

"Good. For the next two days this is all you're allowed
to wear." Tony groaned at the thought of having to walk
to school in this get up - he moved his hands self-
consciously in front of his groin, painfully aware of how
visible his manhood was to the eyes of all and sundry.

Jay walked over to him and took off his backpack. He put
in on the bench next to Tony and started rummaging
through it. Tony watched his captor helplessly - wanting
to smack him and run, or to burst into tears of
frustration.

"We just need to tweak your outfit before we go for our
walk I feel" said Jay pulling some items out of the bag.
Tony watched horrified as Jay turned to him and grabbed
his arm. Jay put some sort of pink shiny plastic glove on
Tony's hand and secured it at the wrist. It wasn't a
glove as such however as it had no fingers and, once it
was on him Tony couldn't move his fingers at all as the
glove was stiffened inside so that he couldn't un-
straighten his hand. He started to voice his dismay but a
look from Jay silenced him and he knew he would have to
submit to this further indignity. Jay performed the same
manoeuvre with Tony's other hand and Tony became
painfully aware that he now could not grip or grasp
anything with his hands and would have to rely on Jay to
open doors or even - he shuddered - feed him.

Jay then produced a length of chain with handcuffs on it
from his backpack and secured Tony's wrists with it. A
second set of similar chains appeared and Tony's ankles
were similarly shackled so he could only move with
difficulty. Then Jay produced a bottle of water and a
blue pill from the recesses of his bag.

"You will take this for me now." He instructed the
hapless Tony.

"What is it? Master?" Tony asked trying to keep the fear
out of his voice.

 "Never mind my little Jock-boy - Now swallow this so we
can get on with things"

Tony had no choice but to swallow the pill. If he had
resisted his shackles would have meant that Jay could
have gotten the better of him and forced him to swallow
the pill anyway. He realised that he was helpless and
that he'd let himself be put in this position by a boy
who he would have had no problem beating up ordinarily.

Jay then got a gag out of his bag and strapped it in
place round Tony's head so he could no longer talk but
could only make muffled grunts and groans. Tony's eyes
were wide with trepidation by now and Jay grinned
malevolently as he brought out the final item for his
preparations - a balloon.

Jay stepped away briefly to the sink and filled the
balloon half-full of water. He then returned to his
wretched captive and pulled down the back of Tony's
wrestling garb and put his hand down the back placing the
water balloon in such a way that it created an
unfortunately suggestive bulge in the rear of Tony's butt
like he'd messed himself.

Tony tried to pull away from Jay's ministrations and
groaned in shock as the cold balloon hit his butt but he
couldn't get away from Jay and soon he stood helplessly
in front of his tormentor - gagged, chained and hobbled
wearing his clingy outfit that now emphasised his
genitals and - from the rear - looked like he had soiled
himself heavily.

Tony felt ill with fear about what Jay might try and do
next and started trying to get away - surely the Coach
couldn't think that this torment was appropriate
punishment he thought as he hobbled pitifully towards the
Coach's office. Jay stepped up behind Tony and grabbed
his cock through the shiny material, causing Tony to cry
out against his gag. Jay spun the poor man round so he
was facing him and, grabbing the chain connecting Tony's
wrists, started pulling him across the locker room
towards the gymnasium. Tony tried to resist but he
couldn't exert his strength and he was pulled
relentlessly into the big room where Jay took one of the
climbing ropes in the centre of the gym and tied Tony's
wrist chains to it - effectively stranding the powerless
boy in the centre of the room and bringing his hands up
to head height so he couldn't cover his embarrassment
elsewhere.

Finally Jay took a placard out of his bag which read as
follows,

"FRAT PUNISHMENT 101 - DO NOT FEED THE ANIMAL"

Jay placed this in front of Tony's trembling form and
faced his captive.

"Right then, I'm off for lunch. I'll check back on you in
a bit. If anyone frees you then the whole thing is over
and you'll be expelled so it's up to you to ensure they
don't. See you later 'dude'" With a giggle Jay walked
calmly out of the gym.