Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 15:26:18 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: Tony's Punishment - part 3

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 3

Ten minutes later Jay returned to the gym with a group of
about fifteen boys from one of the frat houses on campus.
They were all laughing and horsing around and as they
came in Tony felt a spasm of fear go through him. He
shouted against the gag for them to let him go free but
they were clearly all in on the joke with Jay and they
gathered round him - pointing out his tented, cum-stained
groin and his cute bubble butt. Tony felt another spasm
course through his system but this time it wasn't fear -
his belly felt bloated with gas and he suddenly realised
what Jay had given him in the locker room. He couldn't
hold it as the pressure grew quickly and had to let out a
large fart.

"thhhpppppt"

His tormentors roared with laughter at this fresh
embarrassment even as Tony felt the pressure begin to
grow in his bowels again. He strained against the ropes
and dribble rolled down his chin as he yelled for help
into the gag.

"He'll never even last til three o'clock dudes - look at
how he's squatting already!" laughed one of his
'admirers'.

"Man! - how much cum did he have in him - I can't believe
he's still sporting a hard-on?!"

"Yeah - who knew he was so well hung?"

Tony tried to stand up straighter in his bonds but this
movement made his belly feel even more bloated and his
prick stick straight forward, rubbing painfully against
the sticky crotch of his suit.

"Hell it's only five to three and he already looks like
he's gonna drop a load - heh heh, look at his face guys,
he's going red!"

"Hhhnnnggghhh!"

Tony groaned in relief and shame as he let out another
lengthy fart - to the hilarity of those around him. As
soon as he had done so he felt a new sensation - his
bowels felt very heavy and he knew he wouldn't be able to
hold his shit much beyond the appointed hour. He grunted
in effort as he fought back the load that seemed to be
pushing relentlessly on his sphincter to get out. The
boys clustered round him and Tony pleaded with his eyes
for them to help him - how could they let this happen to
him!? He was desperate to get free and get to the Coach's
office - surely the man couldn't have meant him to be
going through this torment?!

A spasm cramped his gut and he cried out through the gag,
bending as low as he could to ease the pressure and
inadvertently presenting those boys waiting behind him
with a great view of his muscular butt. Someone slapped
his arse to much laughter from the crowd. He tried to
clench his butt cheeks together to help stem the
inexorable pressure.

"He's gonna make a hell of a mess back here in a minute -
look at him, you can tell he's not gonna hold on for
long"

Tony then felt another fart coming but he couldn't dare
let it out as he was uncertain if this would be all that
escaped him. The weight of his bowels and the cramping
were all he could think of. He no longer cared that all
could see his still-hard erection or the sorry, sticky,
state of the front of his singlet. All he wanted was to
get free and hobble to a bathroom before he shamed
himself further. He had never soiled himself throughout
his adult life and, as the sweat of his efforts poured
down his face and stained his singlet, he realised with
despair that he was powerless in front of all these
people and that soon they would be taunting him as he
helplessly crapped himself.

"Look at him squat guys! - he's gonna make poopy any
second"

"Nnnnggh!"

Red-faced from the effort Tony felt another spasm pass
through him and once again cried out against the rubber
ball lodged in his mouth. He felt himself relax for just
a second against the unrelenting weight of his bowels and
knew that he had let some of his load out into the tight
confines of his shiny lycra-clad butt.

"He's doing it! He's touching cloth guys!" cried a
student from behind Tony. The crowd moved as one to his
rear to get a better look at his misfortune as Tony, his
legs shaking with effort, fought another spasm.

"Well Tony, I'm afraid I'm going to have to diaper you if
you can't control yourself" Jay said, barely disguising
his glee, as Tony groaned in pain.

Jay then pointed out that it was five after three and
asked the assembled crowd to place their bets. The deal
was that the person who bet closest to the time Tony shat
himself would win. A tear trickled down Tony's sweaty
cheek as the lads started betting on his impending
misfortune with no care in the world for the abject
humiliation that their victim was undergoing.

The sheer weight on his sphincter seemed to be increasing
exponentially and Tony found himself squatting as low as
he could to try and ease the pressure in his cramping
guts. Looking down he could see his dick tenting out the
sticky cum-soaked singlet. He couldn't fathom how he was
still erect with all that was happening to him and shame
flooded him as he pictured himself, soiled, hard, and
sweating while sliding inexorably towards the moment when
he lost control of the most basic of functions in front
of this braying crowd.

Suddenly, and to the delight of the gang of boys around
and behind him, Tony's eyes widened in horror and he
cried out against the spit covered gag. He could feel his
innards pushing out the excrement that so heavily filled
him to bursting. He tried to bear down and maintain
control but the weight was relentless and he groaned in
relief and despair as he felt an enormous turd force its
way out of him and into the tight lycra.

"Uuunnnghh!!!"

The boys standing behind him cheered and clapped as the
material of his singlet was stretched by the new weight
it was asked to carry. Because the lycra was skin-tight
there was no hiding what was happening and the lads were
laughing hysterically as Tony, still struggling to exert
some control, slowly filled the rear of the outfit with
one continuous log of stinking crap.

"Hah ha ha! Look at him go lads! He's really loading up
his suit"

Tony could not help but emit a long, low groan as he felt
his evacuation give some semblance of relief to his full
bowels. He could not bring himself to look up, shamed
that he might make eye contact with the smug, grinning
face of Jay or the other boys. Even as the huge coil of
excrement continued to distort his wrestling gear Tony
was weeping in despair that no one was helping him and
that 15 or so people were actually getting off on
watching him shitting his pants. He felt physically sick
that anyone would force someone to do this, let alone
enjoy betting on how long it would be til they watched a
man lose all control and publicly humiliate himself in
this way. His groan of disgusted relief turned to one of
struggle as he tried to halt the seemingly unstoppable
flow.

"It's like he's never gonna quit! That's one outfit he
won't wanna wear again"

"Wow that sure stinks!"

"Can you believe he's still rock hard round here"

"I can't believe its still coming - that a whole lotta
shit guys"

Tony could feel his singlet being stretched and, as he
sobbed, the weight of his bowel movement dragged the
material down. He finally managed to gain some power over
himself and, with effort, was able to stop the flow of
excrement. By now however the damage had been done and
Tony hung in his bonds weeping in shame and exhaustion as
his shit warmed his butt crack and nestled up against his
sore balls.

The boys behind him were commenting cruelly on how much
he had tented out his singlet and comparing notes on who
had won their bet. Jay sauntered into Tony's eye-line and
gave his sore dick a playful honk causing Tony to cry out
in pain.

Someone out of sight patted Tony's shit filled butt and
he squirmed as he felt the heavy load squelch and move
further into his crack and up his backside. Tony screamed
out his frustration and anguish but this was met only
with hoots of laughter and further pats to his distended
wrestling suit.

As he struggled to avoid these ministrations Tony could
feel the warm mass moving and coating his buttocks. He
then groaned as a further spasm gripped his gut and he
sensed the familiar weight against his sphincter. He
tried to bend low but this made his singlet force his
shit against him and presented his butt for the
attentions of his tormentors. Another spasm and the crowd
erupted in joy as the helpless boy let out a muffled fart
and another enormous bowel movement forced its way slowly
out.

"I can't believe there's more!"

"You're disgusting wrestler-boy! Can't even hold your own
shit for ten minutes"

"That's gotta be a couple of pounds of crap!"

Tony by this point was too exhausted to try and fight his
body's urge to evacuate and, over the next couple of
minutes he helplessly loaded his wrestling gear to
bursting in front of the crowd. He spread his legs as
much as he could to avoid the discomforting touch of shit
against his skin and could feel the weight dragging his
singlet down between his thighs obscenely. Amazingly, or
perhaps horrifyingly, Tony's dick still stood at full
mast. When he finally regained control of himself, the
rear of his singlet was bulging and sagging between his
legs - almost to his knees.

Almost as soon as he stopped shitting, and without
warning, Tony suddenly felt himself pissing and he was so
dead beat that he had no choice but to let go and sob as
the front of his singlet darkened and urine coursed down
his legs, soaking into his socks and filling his
sneakers. The gang thought this was hysterically funny
and laughed as a puddle of hot piss formed at the
humiliated boy's feet.

Where Tony's piss mixed with his bowel movement his once
immaculate wrestling suit darkened further and stained.
Prior to this the dump he had taken was just a very
obvious bulge - now it was soaking through the lycra and
dirtying his legs and the suit.

Jay untied Tony's wrists and the shattered boy fell to
the floor on his hands and knees - directly into the
puddle he'd so recently created. The lads were heckling
and jeering as the contents of the rear of Tony's suit
swung low with the effects of gravity. Tony was dimly
aware of his dick and balls now being completely
submerged in the soft sticky shit as it moved towards the
front of his outfit. He no longer cared. Something in him
had broken and he slowly started to shuffle on his hands
and knees towards the locker room.

Jay then called for order and told the crowd that the
entertainment was over for now and that they needed to
leave so he could get ready for the next show in a couple
of hours. The lads were reluctant to move off and miss
the continued tormenting of the hapless teen now
sluggishly dragging his befouled body across the gym. Jay
reasoned with them however that the sooner they left the
sooner he could invite them back and grudgingly they
filed out of the gym, high-fiving one another and
comparing notes on who had won the bet.

When the last of the audience had left Jay helped Tony
into the locker room and watched cheerfully as the
pathetic seventeen-year-old waddled squishily across the
floor towards the showers.

Once in the white tiled area Jay removed the gag from
Tony's head, the chains from his wrists and ankles, and
directed several of the shower heads at him. Jay did not
remove the pink mittens and Tony had to lean against the
wall under the showers while Jay cleaned him up. Jay
removed the wrestling singlet, which fell to the floor
with a heavy thud. Then he began soaping up the
unresisting boy, giving plenty of attention to his now
dwindling manhood and his buttcrack.

Tony felt completely debased. His thoughts were confused
and, while he knew that now was an opportunity to make a
break for freedom, he had no energy to put up a fight,
let alone flee from his captor.

Jay then towelled Tony off and led his acquiescent charge
back into the locker room. Tony slumped onto a bench,
lost in a daze. His voice croaked as he looked up at Jay
and managed to ask,

"Why?"