Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 23:56:45 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: Tony's Punishment part 7

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 (especially suggestions)
will be gratefully received. Lots of thanks for
the suggestions I've had so far - they've really helped.
(This is the chapter I'm least happy with - largely 'cos
I want to get onto the next one which involves the poor
lad being humiliated in a much more delicious way)


Chapter 7

As Jay and his friend carried Tony's rigid body down the
open stairwell into the communal room below Tony could
hear cheers from the assembled frats. Sweat was dripping
from his matted, stinking hair and, as they reached the
last few steps down, the jerking movement drew a new
burst of shitty, wet flatulence for every step he was
carried. The frats were hysterical with laughter at his
predicament and Tony was openly pleading with the room to
help him.

When their sweaty, unbending cargo was deposited on the
floor the frats - twenty or so of them - could then
clearly see Tony's distressing erection. This they gave
much attention even as the defenceless boy screamed for
assistance.

"I'm shitting myself! Someone help me please! I can't
hold it - he's drugged me!"

The crowd of frat boys fell about laughing uproariously
at these pleas for help.

"They've made me hard - someone undo me! This is wrong!"

"So, are you doing it now?" asked one boy in fascinated
glee

"Smell the air - he's definitely doing it now!"

"This is looking painful" said another lad scraping
Tony's swollen knob-head as he brushed his hand over it
and drawing not only a moan of anguish but a resoundingly
soggy fart from the trapped hunk.

"Oh wow - he's tooting good and proper - and that sounded
WET!!"

Tony could already feel the accumulated crap squishing
between his cinched butt cheeks and knew that he was
about to let go a whole lot more. His immobile bondage
meant he couldn't even squat to gain relief and he moaned
in frustration and effort as he felt another wave of
flatulence pulse slowly through him. The attention that
the assembled crowd were paying to his erect dick was
driving him insane and he was confused as to where to
focus - the imminent evacuation of his bowels or the
imminent likelihood that he could orgasm in front of the
these perverts.

"Please... leave me alone! Someone get help!..."

Trapped in his rubber cocoon Tony could defend neither
his sore and obvious prick nor his full and
uncontrollable arsehole. He grunted in effort as he tried
to extricate himself, but the lads were overwhelming and
there was no respite to be had from their insistent
tweaking and grabbing of his dick. Tony knew without
doubt that he was on the way to orgasm again and a surge
of shame rocked him as he looked down at his bound penis
as men (men!) stroked it mercilessly.

Somehow even more distracting was his urge to crap. Tony
knew that he had stupidly announced his predicament to
the assembled throng and they were waiting for showtime
in that respect.

By now his bowels felt horribly full and there was no
relief to be had as he couldn't move his muscle-bound
frame one iota. He felt the now-familiar weight pressing
against his arsehole and realised that he was fighting a
losing battle. His arms ached as he fought to move and
hide his mortification from his large, rowdy audience.

Someone grasped his dick - shocking Tony out of his
concentration. He looked up though the stinging sweat in
his eyes and saw that there were at least seven people
hunkered down around his secured body and a further
fifteen people leaning over them to get a better view of
his engorged knob. The guy who'd grabbed him started
pumping furiously at Tony's damaged cock and he felt
himself going over the edge as his orgasm approached.

"Nnnggghh!"

At the same time as Tony's insistent bowel movement began
its natural descent - so it was that as his dick jerked
and spasmed and he let out a sad dribble of salty white
cum. The panting boy's arsehole slackened and he felt -
and the crowd heard - an enormous load of shit force its
way out of his trapped butt; announcing itself with a
trumpet of wet flatulence and squishing against his
helpless butt cheeks in the tight confines of his rubber
bondage.

"Oh god!... uhhhhn! Uhhhhn! Uhhhhn!"

"Ha-ha! Is that all the jism he's got left in him?"

"Never mind that - listen to him make poop! Man that
sounds bad!"

Tony could feel his hot and noisy bowel movement,
confined by the tight rubber, force its way down his legs
and up his butt crack. At the same time cheers and shouts
of derision were all he could hear as the assembled frats
tracked the slow trace of his cum down his throbbing dick
and onto the sleepsack where it pooled -- white against
black - and spilled into the contours of his muscular
thighs.

The sweating, immobile jock knew he was beyond struggling
or calling for help and his head sank to the carpet as he
heard the lads laughing and commenting on his dwindling
erection and the foetid stench he was giving off to the
room. Tony had never felt so utterly humiliated in his
life - trussed up and helplessly voiding himself in front
of a roomful of strangers while his dick betrayed him and
jismed to a waiting crowd - this was too much to bear and
he groaned in anguish even as his clammy, piss-soaked
face showed his unfortunate discharge and he once again
passed out from heat, exhaustion and humiliation.