Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:59:53 +0000
From: Indigo Sub <indigosub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tony's Punishment 10

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

All comments or suggestions (especially suggestions)
will be gratefully received - thanks for the ideas so far
guys and sorry for the delay in getting this one done -
I'm back on a roll now tho :).

I'm always open to ideas and your suggestions have
inspired some of the chapters so far and made me realise
there's no such thing as too kinky

Chapter 10

In spite of his feeble protestations Tony was dragged
over to the stocks and forced down to the ground. He
bellowed as the wax butt plug was forced deeper in when
his diaper-clad butt hit the grass. Soon his ankles were
secured in the wooden stocks leaving his muscular thighs
spread wide and his face contorted in agony as his
position put more pressure on the effluent trapped in his
bowels.

His arms were lifted above his head and fastened into the
padded mitts and the group of lads stood back to admire
their handiwork. Then the frat boys left the squealing
jock alone and he looked up to see only Jay remained in
the tent with him. His limbs were now responsive again
but all he could do was rock slightly on his butt. Jay
took a black rubber hood from his back pocket and leaned
in and pulled it over Tony's head in spite of his
attempts to shake free. Tony was rendered blind by the
hood and it appeared to only possess a hole for breathing
through his nose. Jay tightened the hood and moved back a
little to enjoy the view.

"Right guys - let's pitch the tent. I'll bet you're still
pitching your own little tent in there aren't you baby".
Unable to see, Tony had no warning as he felt Jay grab at
his still-hard dick through the soft bulk of the enormous
diaper and he groaned in shock and revulsion.

He felt the breeze on his bare belly and realised they
had moved the tent and he was now horribly exposed to
anyone passing on the path into the campus. The tight
cheerleader top he was wearing was soon pitted out by his
sweat and he moaned and writhed in his bonds, dreadfully
aware of how he looked in a skirt, diaper and gimp hood
and how bad he would look when the dreaded plug finally
melted and he lost all semblance of control of the
roiling contents of his guts. He was also aware of a need
to piss again.

"Oh wow! This is cool - hey guys come and look at this!"
The voice was male but Tony didn't recognise the speaker.
Within seconds he could tell he was surrounded by the
excited conversation and comments his position was
evoking. He tried to ask for help but the gag and hood
muffled him so that only grunts and moans could be heard
by his new and fascinated audience.

"Mmmm!... Mmmm!" He implored as a cramp wracked his
bowels. He tried moving but all he succeeded in doing was
driving the butt plug deeper into his arse and he knew he
presented a truly pathetic sight to the onlookers. If
only they knew what internal torments he was going
through he felt certain they'd help him get free but he
couldn't communicate his distress to them and all he
could hear was laughter surrounding him. To make matters
worse his need to piss was becoming more urgent and he
wondered how long he could hold on before he lost it and
wet himself in front of them.

As an athlete and member of the wrestling club Tony had
never been powerless like this before - reduced to a toy
for the amusement of others. His fall from the status of
macho icon to incontinent cheerleader was so dramatic and
his humiliation at his inability to stop this punishment
was so deep that he cried openly under the black rubber
hood as, all around him a crowd gathered and people
laughed at him.

"Gee - isn't she pretty?"

"I wonder who the poor guy is."

"That's one hell of a diaper - do you think he's gonna
use it?"

"Look at his stomach and how he's bouncing around down
there - I reckon he's probably gonna use it real soon"

"Mmmm!...  Mmmm!" Tony could hold on no longer and he
felt the diaper warm up as he pissed himself helplessly.

"Eeeeuw! He's wetting himself guys!"

"Oh my god - that's harsh!"

Tony could feel the diaper absorbing his piss and
becoming heavier, moulding itself around his dick. His
quandary was clearly visible to the crowd of giggling
students surrounding him and, in spite of his best
efforts to communicate his distress no one was coming to
his rescue.

Soon he felt the diaper sagging considerably and
squelching as he tried to shift position. Another cramp
passed through his bowels just as he heard a familiar
voice. He forced himself to focus past the pain in his
guts and remain still, trying to ascertain if he had
heard correctly.

"Wow - that's some mean hazing" - the voice belonged to
Tony's friend and fellow wrestle-team member Paul. Tony
shrieked himself hoarse behind the gag and the hood -
imploring his friend to help him. Sadly none of his
muffled cries were understood and Paul clearly didn't
recognise his buddy. Tony was uncertain whether to be
grateful or not that his friend didn't witness his
humiliation but he felt a stirring and knew that the wax
plug was starting to melt and he would soon be giving the
crowd a far more embarrassing show.

Paul was commenting on Tony's sweaty, well-muscled build
and how the hapless sissy seemed somehow familiar. Tony
felt a glimmer of hope and yelled for all his worth for
help, involuntarily bouncing in the stocks as he tried to
control the spasms in his rectum. He heard other voices
and realised that most of his wrestling buddies were now
forming a large part of the crowd in front of him.

Tony knew that his friends might rib him about his current
situation but that they would be loyal and would free him
and exact revenge on the bastards who'd done this to him.
His unintelligible pleas were falling on deaf ears
however and he thrashed futilely as he tried to let them
know that it was him.

"You know, I can't help feeling I know this guy" said
Paul, thoughtfully. Tony groaned and nodded his head
frantically.

"I know what you mean chimed in another of the wrestling
jocks - there's something familiar about him..."

Another vicious spasm wracked Tony's guts and he felt the
plug finally slip out into the sodden and stinking
diaper. He howled in pain as he clamped down hard to
prevent soiling himself - holding on, barely, to the mess
he knew he would soon make as he desperately tried to
attract the attention of his friends.

Paul spoke,

"Its bad form to free another man's pledge but I just
want to get a look at him or it'll drive me crazy
wondering"

Tony groaned in relief as he felt fingers fiddling with
the tight rubber of the hood. If he could hold on for
just a moment longer Paul would realise it was him and
his rescue would be inevitable.

"Man! He stinks - that was some piss he took!"

Paul's voice was right next to Tony as he spoke of having
a quick look then returning the pledge to his hooded
position - no harm, no foul. Tony felt the hood being
pulled up and his chin was exposed to mercifully cool
air.

Another spasm coursed through the sweaty lad's frame and,
in spite of himself, Tony lost his precarious control
over his bowels. He howled, in a mixture of anguish and
relief, as he started to helplessly pump the contents of
his guts into the diaper.

"Sweet lord - that is the sickest thing! He's crapping
himself!" Tony was only vaguely aware of Paul's abrupt
withdrawal from his attempts to remove the rubber hood -
his whole body shook as he finally purged himself of the
source of his discomforts and wave after wave of fetid
mush flooded out into the swelling diaper.

He could hear the sound of gagging and retching from
around him and it dawned on him that he had just been so
close to freedom but that his shitting was driving his
liberators away. Tony screamed out for help but he could
hear the revulsion in Paul's voice and realised that the
lads were backing away from the poopy mess he was still
making as the diaper stretched to its limit and hot shit
enveloped his aching balls and forced its way up his
back.

To make a bad situation worse the befouled hunk was
unaware that he was groaning in relief as his bowels
finally released the pent up pressure and, to those
people standing around him, his groans sounded distinctly
sexual.

"Is he coming? He is! He's creaming himself in there -
what a pervert!"

Tony realised what was happening too late and managed
finally to stop the torrent of effluent. His
unintelligible voice was now hoarse as he tried to let
his audience know that he was in trouble but another
spasm shook him and, with a moan of relief, he began to
unload even more.

"Yeah - he's totally getting off on it - that's so sick!"

"I would step back guys! That diaper looks like it's
gonna explode!"

"I am so getting a picture of this!"

The sound of phones clicking as people took photos of his
quandary brought the sweating jock back to reality and
Tony felt the sweet relief as his bowels finally seemed
to empty completely - leaving him shuddering and panting
in his pitted-out cheerleader outfit.

He could no longer move. His diaper was now so full that
it resembled a balloon (albeit a disgustingly stained
one) around his loins. He was fearful that if he moved
the diaper would give out and, in all likelihood, spray
shit everywhere; completely wrecking any slim chance of
rescue he may have.

Then the worst thing happened. Tony heard a bell sound.
People were being called to classes. Despite his
imploring, people began to drift away towards their
lessons and soon the wrestler was left alone - sweaty and
exhausted, with a stinking, full diaper sitting for the
entire world to see on the front lawn of a frat house.
Tony sobbed his heart out behind the rubber mask as time
passed and the contents of his plastic pants slowly
cooled. His humiliation was total.