Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 14:06:29 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: Tony's Punishment 2

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 and there's another part
of the story on the way :)

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Chapter 2

Tony was sweating with fear and mortified that he'd
allowed himself to be put in this situation. He tried to
pull free of the rope but Jay had secured him to it
thoroughly and he couldn't grip the chain in order to try
and yank it thanks to the baby-pink mittens. He tried to
shift his posture so that the water balloon might fall
out of his uniform but the tightness of the fabric made
this impossible. Moving his butt around to try and change
the position of the balloon made the water-filled thing
rub against his bare arsehole and he found this curiously
arousing. He stood still and tried to take stock of his
predicament - furiously trying not to think of the
stimulating effect of the balloon. It was no good however
and, to his shame, he felt his cock stiffen and jump.
Real fear overtook him now as he realised he was utterly
at the mercy of anyone who came into the gym and the
lunch break was due to end shortly. He couldn't be found
like this! He tried thinking of anything that would cause
him to wilt but it wasn't happening and the combination
of the balloon against his butthole and the tight shiny
fabric against his manhood kept him erect in spite of his
efforts.

In fact the pleasurable sensations coursing through his
dick were getting worse and he realised he was panting
with exertion and stopped moving and tried to get his
breath back as his penis throbbed painfully.

With a loud slam the door to the gym was thrown open and
a group of about ten boys, from the year above Tony,
jostled rowdily into the room. There were cries of
surprise as they took in the figure standing awkwardly in
the centre of the gym and they immediately crowded round
the unfortunate boy, laughing and pointing out their self-
conscious quandary to one another with glee.

"He's shit himself! That's gross man!"

"Look at him - he's definitely pleased to see us!"

"He got blue-balls man! That's gotta be hurtin'"

"Ha ha ha! Oh man! He really has loaded his suit!

"That's disgusting - he's crapped in his pants!"

"He looks like he's gonna cream in his wrestling suit -
that can't be right"

"What the fuck has he been eating that he can't hold his
shit?"

"Scope out his wood people - that's a guy with the HORN!"

"Look at the sign you guys - he's a pledge I guess"

One of the boys - a well built thug of a young man -
stepped up to meet Tony's eye and prodded him in the
chest forcefully.

"I can understand that you're a pledge but did you have
to shit yourself - can't you even hold your shit for a
few hours you pussy! - and what's this!?" He reached down
and grabbed Tony's engorged dick and gave it a squeeze.
Tony groaned in pleasure at the thug's attention and felt
himself getting dangerously close to orgasm - he tried
shouting out from behind the gag but all that came out
were muffled grunts and groans and he tried to buck away
from the big guy's hand on his cock - scared that he
might shame himself even further in front of the boys
while desperate for the relief that coming could bring to
his poor penis. Sweat flowed freely down his body,
staining his wrestling suit, and he could feel himself
getting closer to explosion as the thug gave his dick
another quick squeeze.

"Uhhhhn!" he moaned involuntarily. He could feel his cock
pulsing in the thug's grasp and Tony knew he was going to
cum. He tried to get the guy to let go and as he twisted
in his bonds he shouted out as he came in his wrestling
gear - pumping wave after wave of semen into the stretchy
fabric.

"Oh man that's so gross!" Shouted the thug backing away
from the boy as cum soaked the lycra and dripped down his
groin. All the others heard Tony's cry and the thug's
reaction and crowded round to watch as the sticky white
fluid seeped out through the fabric. Shouts of glee and
disgust filled the air. Tony, panting behind his gag,
began crying in shame at what he'd just done and the
laughter and derision of his audience made him cringe in
self-disgust. The boys were poking and prodding at him,
tweaking his nipples and his balls - one even patted the
rounded bulge in his rear, shouting out in revolted
merriment that the contents of his backside were warm to
the touch.

"Look guys - he's drooling!"

"That's a few days' worth of jism he's got rid of - ha
ha!"

"eeeeuwh!"

"Aww, poor baby's crying"

"Yeah, a real baby - shittin' in his pants like that!"

"Hey - I've got an idea" said one of the boys poking
around in his rucksack. He triumphantly held up a pair of
jockey shorts that clearly had seen better days - even
from his position Tony could see that the white cotton
was heavily skid-marked. Turning the shorts so that the
skids were on the inside the laughing boy walked over to
Tony and pulled them over his head. Tony immediately
tried to shake them off but he couldn't get enough
freedom of movement to achieve this feat and he inhaled
the pungent aroma of the other guy's crotch and butt as
the shorts warmed up on his face. He also couldn't see
his tormentors but they were clearly not finished with
him yet as they pinched and grabbed at his flesh.

Tony was completely degraded and could barely stand in
his bonds as the boys set about him. His breathing was
ragged and he was all too aware of the sticky warmth that
coated his dick and balls from his own emission. The
balloon got a few more pats also - causing him discomfort
and yet at the same time that peculiar sensation that he
felt was to blame for sending him over the edge so
recently. Before he could think of something else he
became aware that his dick was hardening again under the
attentions of the boys and he tried desperately to think
of something - anything - that might cool his ardour. He
surely couldn't get another stiffie so quickly and in
these circumstances. Fear beat at his chest at the
thought of what this crowd would do if they noticed him
harden up again.

Try as he may it was too late and his manhood rose once
again - and surprising quickly - to its fullest state.
Naturally his worse fears were confirmed when the lads
noticed his engorgement.

"Christ! He's getting a wood on again!"

Tony tried to scream from behind the hated gag but his
efforts were in vain and were largely drowned out by the
pack of laughing cat-calling boys as they focused their
attention on his newly erect dick, straining against the
shiny and cum-soaked fabric of his gear. One of the boys
tugged Tony's priapic member playfully causing it to tent
out the crotch of his outfit and triggering much mirth
amongst the crowd of boys.

Tony's head was reeling as he tried to pull free of the
rope above him. He HAD to get out of this! From behind
the thick rubber in his mouth - and further obscured by
the stinking white briefs - he pleaded for mercy from the
gang, all the while trying to move around to prevent them
seeing his distress or playing with his dick or the
damnable balloon - which they were still convinced was
his own excrement.

Unfortunately any movement caused his dick to chafe
against the tight lycra and only added to his arousal.
The balloon wasn't helping matters either as it bulged
against his virgin rosebud, patted again and again by the
shouting throng.

Another pinch to the tip of his distended dick and he was
on the verge of coming in his uniform again - he couldn't
understand how this could be happening to him - not so
soon after the last time. Then he realised - the pill
that Jay had given him must have been some sort of
arouser - how long would it last?!

With a grunt of release and humiliation Tony came again -
less forcefully than before but still apparent enough for
the boys surrounding him to tell that he was orgasming
into the material of his wrestling gear again. The sticky
discharge pumped into and through the already wet fabric
and Tony collapsed in his bonds - exhausted and spent.

"Man that's some kinda pledge humiliation" whistled one
of the boys appreciatively as Tony hung limp in his
bondage - his groin stained dark and shiny from his
discharge, sweat darkening his outfit from his pits and
down the small of his back to the top of his bubble butt.

"C'mon guys - we've gotta go play ball" said a voice from
the mob.

"Should we leave him here like this? - he looks kinda
flaked out" queried another.

Tony tried to groan for help but the lads were paying him
no more attention than they would a piece of meat in a
butcher's window.

"He's a pledge - this is what they do - he'll get over
it. Can't wait to see him again on campus tho' - what a
laugh!"

An unidentified hand grabbed mischievously at Tony's sore
and spent crotch and he groaned in new anguish as he felt
his dick start to stiffen inevitably again. Surely he
couldn't cum again?! He tried with all his might to get
free but this only caused much laughter from the pack of
seniors as they left him there and started to file out of
the gym. He tried to call out for them to help him but
his grunts were unintelligible and the guys were clearly
not going to buck with their perceived pledge's fate.
Slumping into his bonds he hung by his wrists for a few
moments then pulled his aching body painfully up so that
he could stand and take the weight off his arms. His dick
was again throbbing with a renewed urgency and - try as
he might - he could not help feeling the impending orgasm
and knew he was at the mercy of his own body even though
he was dead beat and in pain.

By now he was trembling with exhaustion and his uniform
was seriously stained with the sweat of his exertions.
His dick had stiffened painfully and his balls were drawn
up high as the now-familiar throbbing started in earnest
provoking whimpers of pain from the helpless boy.
Relentlessly he approached orgasm - his whole body
shaking with the exertion that the process was putting on
him and when - half an hour or so later - he shuddered
and came into the soiled material of his singlet he cried
out in anguish and pain into the hated gag. To his shock
and horror there was applause from in front of him.
Someone had watched him do this! He tried to flick the
filthy jockey shorts off his head but couldn't see who it
was that had witnessed his quandary. When the voice spoke
he immediately knew that it was his despised tormentor -
Jay.

"I came back to see how you're doing buddy. Looks like
you're doing just fine to me - made a bit of a mess
though haven't you. I think you can stand to go another
hour or so of this don't you?" Jay laughed nastily.

Tony tried to scream to his assailant to let him go - the
thought of another hour of this torment filled him with
dread.

The jockey shorts were pulled off of his head and Jay
slowly reached up and untied Tony from the ropes above
him. Tony started to slump to the floor but Jay caught
him and held him close enough for the Tony's sore prick
to respond again to the contact. He groaned as he fell
into the other boy's embrace and fresh tears fell onto
Jay's shoulder as he comforted the trembling boy. Jay
reached round and removed the gag from Tony's head. Tony
could not speak even though he was now free to do so - he
was utterly spent and was weeping tears of gratitude that
he was being freed from his suffering - even though he
was crying on the man who had put him through this
ordeal. Jay started to help Tony across the gym towards
the changing rooms. Tony weakly attempted to cover his
groin with his cuffed hands.

"Please man - I'm gonna cum again soon - can't you stop
this?" His dick was already sharply outlined by the wet
stretchy fabric of his singlet and the familiar pulsing
was causing him difficulty in concentrating.

"Nothing I can do about that I'm afraid" said Jay "The
effects of the Viagra will wear off soon-ish I'm sure.
Until then you're stuck with permanent horn so you'd
better just buckle down and get on with it"

Tony started to cry afresh at the thought of more of this
unnatural pain. They had just reached the door to the
changing rooms when he shuddered and cried out as he dry-
came into his singlet.

Dragging the helpless and exhausted boy back across the
gym changing room to his locker, Jay smiled to himself as
he ran through the next trick he was about to play on his
helpless victim. He took great pleasure as Tony squirmed
in discomfort and humiliation when he reached down the
back of the singlet and removed the water filled balloon.
Jay made sure that the over sensitised lad groaned in
pained-ecstasy as his questing hands groped the poor lads
bubble butt.

Letting Tony sink onto a bench with his eyes closed in
collapse, Jay prepared the next stage of the torment and
from his bag pulled out a small bottle with some brightly
coloured pills in it. Shaking out two he produced a
bottle of water and gestured for Tony to drink,
proffering the pills at the same time. It was testimony
to Tony's exhaustion that he barely registered as he
popped the pills in his mouth and glugged back the water.
His thirst sated Tony slumped back against the locker - a
fresh hard-on already beginning in his lycra suit, his
cuffed hands covering it ineptly.

Jay took Tony by the hand and pulled him gently to his
feet. He started back towards the gym and Tony followed
at a stagger. When they reached the rope that had
previously held Tony in place Jay lifted his arms up and
reattached them to their bonds. Tony cried out as he
realised what was happening but it was too late and he
was too tired and Jay was soon able to stand back and
appraise his prey.

"Please. don't do this man!" Tony cried out. Jay merely
stepped behind him and suddenly the hated gag was shoved
back into Tony's mouth and tightened again, leaving Tony
grunting his pleas for release uselessly. As the boy
squirmed in front of him Jay made sure that Tony could
see the sign he'd placed in front of him earlier. Deftly
Jay turned it over and repositioned it so it was in front
of Tony. As he did so he made sure Tony could see what
was written on it.

"Can he hold his shit longer than an hour? - Betting
starts at 3 p.m."

Tony's eyes widened as he took in the words in front of
him and he groaned at Jay questioningly. Jay smiled and
pointed to the clock in the gym which read 2.45 p.m. Then
he blew him a kiss and sauntered off out of the gym.