Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 19:04:16 +0100
From: Jeansloader
Subject: The Dare (scat)

May I ask that my story is posted with the pseudonym "jeansloader" and that
my email address is not posted. Thank you.


"Mmmmpphhhffff"!!!!

Best friends Martin and Kevin were relaxing in Martin's flat with some
beers watching a movie. Both guys shared some kinky interests and while
they were genuinely bored and had decided to watch a movie, they both felt
stirrings in their jeans when they both picked out 'The 24th Day'. They
watched transfixed as James Marsden's character was kidnapped and tied to a
chair in Scott Speedman's apartment and gagged.

As the film went on, Martin said:

"Its a little far fetched that he wouldn't be able to break that wooden
chair if he struggled hard enough, I'd get out of that..." he boasted.
Kevin snorted into his Budweiser and replied:

"The guy is handcuffed, it would be a little hard even in he broke out of
the chair!" Kevin shook his head but didn't press the issue.

The film progressed and Scott Speedman's character awoke the the stench of
James Marsden's character who during the night had shit himself while tied
to the chair. "I'm sitting in shit, man! SHIT!" James cried. Both Kevin and
Martin rubbed the crotch of their jeans as they watched the scene unfold.

"Mate, I totally would have been able to hold my load for a few more hours
until the next morning, thats just lame." said Kevin. Incredulous, Martin
poked Kevin's arm.

"Dude its only a story, for all you know he'd been holding his load for
over a day beforehand. The stress of being fucking kidnapped might have
brought it on." Kevin shook his head again. "No dude, I know for a fact
that if it were me that wouldn't happen." "Is that so??" Martin retorted.
Knocking the back the last of his beer, he paused the film and turned to
Kevin.

"I dare you to let me to that to you then and we'll see how you handle it."

Kevin froze, part in shock, part because he was hoping Martin would say
that. He genuinely wasn't sure if he could actually hold out but the
thought of it being done to him, by his best friend no less, made him
randy.

"But that would mean you'd be keeping me tied up until tomorrow! Thats a
bit much dude." Martin grinned. "Are you saying you're chickening out of my
dare?" Sighing and steeling himself, Kevin replied "So what do I get out of
it if I go through with this dare?" Reaching forward to caress Kevin's
bulging denim crotch, Martin said "I'll give you a reward mate, but you'll
have to go through with it first. And theres no backing out."

Before Kevin could say another word, Martin jumped up and walked over to
the side of the room and rummaged through a drawer, before beckoning Kevin
into the spare bedroom. When Kevin stood up he trembled a little as he saw
two rolls of silver ducttape in Martin's hands. Reaching the doorway Martin
paused. "Oh, go and get one of the kitchen chairs mate." Kevin turned back
and went to retrieve one of the high-backed metal dining chairs. Thinking
back to his comment about breaking out of a wooden chair, Kevin knew his
hopes of getting out of this were almost zero.

Martin was standing with his arms folded, ducttape in both hands as Kevin
brought the chair in. Positioning the chair at the back of the room away
from the window, Martin grinned. "Have a seat my friend" Kevin felt very
nervous now despite his boasting and horny thoughts. This was going to be a
long night.

The leather cushion creaked a little under Kevin's ass as he sat down.
Martin immediately went to work, tearing tape off the roll and grabbing
Kevin's hands behind the chair, he began crisscrossing tape around his
wrists, winding it round and round thickly. He then tore the tape off,
moved around and began taping around Kevin's torso, pinning him to the
chair. Another taping around his stomach. Moving down he taped each of
Kevin's ankles to the chair legs and then more taping his shins to the
chair. Kevin could only sit there, almost trembling with fear and
excitement, listening to the almost constant sound of tape tearing off the
roll and feeling Martin imprison him tightly. Eventually Martin stood back
to admire his handywork. Kevin could barely move, the tape has tight and
secure. His wrists wouldn't give no matter how much he strained. After
waiting for several minutes to ensure he wouldn't need to tie up Kevin any
more, Martin tousled Kevin's messy blonde hair. "Thats it, you're mine now
dude. Tape tight enough?" Kevin managed a slight smile. "Fuck you mate, I'm
surprised you didn't need the second roll, I can't believe you used so
much!" Tutting, Martin walked over to the washing basket at the other side
of the room and pulled out some of his worn socks.

"Such a potty mouth mate. Those jeans of yours will be a potty enough so I
think you're done talking." With that, he stuffed the sweaty socks into
Kevin's mouth then picked up the tape and wound it around Kevin's head
about 8 times. Kevin squirmed in the chair but only succeeded in making the
tape crackle a little with his exertions, it didn't give.

"Mmmmppphhhhfffff"!  Kevin muffled weakly from behind his gag. He began
bucking now, struggling furiously. Martin stood and watched Kevin's futile
attempts. Suddenly Kevin stopped and groaned, then his pale blue jeans
started to darken around his crotch area as he began pissing himself. It
shot along his right leg almost to the knee and dribbled down to his
ass. Fascinated, Martin simply watched Kevin flooding his jeans with
piss. Dejected, Kevin shook his head, annoyed that all the struggling had
brought it on and made him wet himself so early, he had only been tied up
ten minutes!

"Well dude, that was hot but I have a film to finish..." Martin said,
heading towards the door. "...and I think I'll leave you here to think
about your situation. Don't worry, I'll stop by later to check on you
before I go to bed." He then switched off the light and closed the door on
Kevin's furious gagged moans.



Two hours later....



Kevin tried shifting his ass in the chair a little, unsuccessfully. Being
seated had made his ass a little numb, and his gut was churning. The tape
wasn't giving as Martin had made it so thickly layered. He really was
trapped. He was so turned on that his cock had been almost constantly hard
in his jeans since Martin had tied him up. His only frustration was that
all the struggling wasn't rubbing his cock hard enough against his denim,
leaving him unable to shoot his load. During his captivity he had pissed
himself again thanks to the several beers he and Martin had shared, plus he
was now cutting some rather pungent farts. Dropping his load wouldn't be
far off. He sat in the darkness hoping to get it out before bedtime,
wondering if Martin would let him go after he shit. While he enjoyed this
feeling of being held captive and made to mess himself, he didn't relish
the thought of being left there all night. However Kevin never chickened
out on a dare which Martin knew full well, and so he was maneuvered into
staying this way until tomorrow.

Cutting another muffled fart, Kevin suddenly felt his load move. This was
going to happen shortly. Minutes passed and just as he started touching
cloth, the door opened and Martin entered.

"Hey dude, hows it going?" Switching the light on, Martin sniffed the air
and screwed his face a little.

"Say, have you crapped yourself yet?"

Kevin shook his head but made muffled grunts and nodded down at his crotch.
Martin walked over and heard a small, hissing fart. "Are you about to do it
now?"

Nod. "Great timing!" Kevin strained now and tried to buck his ass and body
of the chair as much as possible but the tape didn't give him much room. As
he groaned the load began to bulge out into his jeans, squashing down the
seat and piling around his cheeks down to his balls. Martin crouched down
to Kevin's crotch area and listened to the crackling sound as the first log
ended and Kevin bore down on another softer load as it rushed out to fill
space unoccupied by the first. Martin reached under Kevin's denim-clad ass
and lightly caressed the shitbulge even as Kevin was adding more to it.
Finally Kevin gave a muffled sigh of relief, Martin withdrew his hand and
Kevin sat in the load, feeling it squish under his weight. A heady smell of
shit permeated the air like manure. Kevin felt very aware of the hot load
plastering his ass as well as the tight tape that still held him. Hard as a
rock, both guys remained silent for a moment before Martin spoke.

"That was fucking awesome mate." he remarked. "Does it feel good?" Kevin
nodded. "I'll go get you a glass of water, you must be thirsty after that."
Kevin sighed with relief, he would have been a lot less thirsty had those
socks not been stuffed into his mouth, soaking up moisture. Moments passed
and Martin returned with a tall glass of water, then picked up a pair of
scissors and began cutting the tape from around Kevin's mouth and head. As
the last of the tape peeled from Kevin's head, he yelped as the sticky tape
pulled as his hairs and skin. The socks were removed and Kevin spat fluff
and licked his lips. "Fucking hell..." he murmured. Martin held the glass
to Kevin's lips and he drank greedily. Finishing the glass, Kevin moved his
head away from the glass and said:

"I hope you've enjoyed yourself you twat, I stink!" Grinning, Martin cupped
his chin and replied "Mate, this isn't over yet. I've got a surprise for
you before I go to bed." Before Kevin could reply, Martin turned and backed
his ass up towards Kevin, straddling the chair a little. Suddenly a muffled
fart erupted from Martin's ass and a bulge poked out of the dark blue
denim. Gasping with shock, Kevin sat and watched as Martin pushed out a
huge soft load into his jeans. Muffled farts accompanied the mushy load as
it filled Martin's pants and bulged out noisily. Martin groaned with
pleasure as he shit himself. Kevin's eyes almost popped out. "Wow dude!"
Martin reached back and put his hand on the load, squashing it into the
seat of his jeans. He then turned around and straddled the chair properly
facing Kevin, and sat on his lap. As Kevin could only sit there all tied
up, Martin grabbed his face and began to kiss Kevin as he slowly shifted
his ass, grinding the load into Kevin and the sounds of the denim rubbing
together made both guys even more horny. Eventually Martin pulled back and
stood up.

"Mmm. Well thats enough of that mate. You''ll get your reward tomorrow."
With that he picked up the socks and tape again and proceeded to regag
Kevin who, resigned to his fears, didn't protest as his mouth was taped
back up again.

"Time for a quick shower before bed. Well this has been hot as hell mate
but I'm tired out. I hope you didn't think I'd take pity on you though,
dare is a dare. You're staying there. Oh, and by the way, when I said I'd
let you go 'tomorrow', I didn't say what time did I...?" Realisation dawned
on Kevin that he might be staying in the chair longer than he thought.
Groaning and renewing his futile struggles, Martin turned his back on his
smelly helpless captive, enjoying the thought that Kevin might be there
long enough to add a load or two more before letting him go.

"Nighty night mate!" And the door closed.



The end....?