Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 15:42:33 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: Tony's Punishment 5

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 nearly always
another part of the story on the way :)

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Chapter 5

After being greeted at the door Jay tugged Tony into a
vast and messy lounge where there were about 25 guys
slumped in chairs and sofas watching a game of baseball
on a widescreen TV and drinking beer. Tony tried to pull
free from Jay but could do little more than be dragged,
waddling uncomfortably, into position in the centre of
the room. Tony's eyes were downcast as slowly the men in
the room became aware of their newest addition. He heard
the familiar cat calls of his abusers and was suddenly
surrounded by men, poking and rubbing at his hard-on,
pinching his buttocks and slapping at the protruding plug
- largely for the  uproarious fun it gave to watch Tony
groan and stiffen in agonised misery.

"Oh wow - you outdid yourself Jay!"

"Look at him squat - what did you put in him Jay!"

"He can't want to cum again surely - look at that boner
he's sporting tho!"

"Excellent stuff - you 'walked' him here!? That must've
been hilarious"

"Look at him piss!"

One of the students noticed the now nearly full bag of
piss strapped to Tony's thigh. He stepped up to the
hapless boy and squeezed the warm bag causing Tony's
bladder to refill as the piss was forced back up the
tubing. Tony groaned in discomfort, spit dripping from
his chin as the man let go of the bag and all watched
fascinated as it refilled, yellow piss snaking down from
a tube clearly visible even through the lycra. As this
occurred some of the guys were commenting on Tony's
massively swollen dick - jerking within the confines of
the hotpants as someone else behind him yet again flicked
the end of the plug.

"C'mon guys the game's on again - we can play with him
later"

Two of the men took Tony and propelled him to a dining
chair while Jay procured some rope. Tony tried to
struggle and resist as they forced him down onto the
seat. Blinding pain cramped him as he felt the protruding
butt plug forced even deeper within his bloated bowels
and he screamed hoarsely in agony. The guys were
relentless though and soon Tony was sitting flush to the
chair, sweat pouring off him, as Jay tied him securely to
the chair-back at his chest and neck and then secured his
ankles to the chair legs.

The men, and Jay, then went and sat to resume watching
the baseball - leaving Tony, struggling and panting
behind them, like a discarded old shoe.

Sitting allowed Tony some comfort at first as the balloon
in his gut was inflicting less pressure on his rectum.
However the lycra shorts were terribly tight and pulled
his balls up and crushed his hard-on painfully.
Additionally the plug's vibrations were now ramming home
against his prostate and he moaned in anguish as he was
stimulated mercilessly. He tried to lift himself up a
little to ease things but the rope-work was too tight and
any advantage he gained from the inch or two he achieved
was soon outweighed when his trembling legs gave out
impaling him again and drawing fresh groans of pain mixed
with pleasure.

Tony stared at the backs of the frat boys' heads - trying
to think of a way out of this before the game ended and
he suddenly became the centre of attention again. They
were all drinking beer and some of the shouts at the
screen were definitely from people who were well on the
way to a state of drunkenness that Tony found terrifying.
If they could do this to him sober he was frightened what
would happen when they were drunk and any inhibitions
disappeared. He squirmed uncomfortably in his bonds -
groaning and grunting as the plug continued to work its
magic and his cock, desperate now for release, jerked
against the powerfully tight shorts.

"Man I gotta piss" announced one of the lads standing up
and grabbing at his crotch. He was about to walk out of
the room when he clearly had an idea and turned and came
across to the struggling sweating jock.

Tony tried to look away as the man casually unzipped his
fly and pulled out his dick. This was the closest view
Tony had ever had of another man's penis and to have it
nonchalantly waved in his face caused him much panic.
Tony just about managed to close his eyes in time as the
man started pissing on him. Tony's hair quickly became
soaked in the foul smelling urine and his hotpants also
suffered as they turned practically transparent as the
hot stream saturated the fabric. Tony tried frantically
to break free of his bonds as the torrent continued,
drenching him totally. Eventually the man stopped pissing
and casually zipped up and went back to the game. Tony
sat helplessly, disgusted and sickened, as the piss on
him slowly cooled - causing goosebumps to break out on
his bare flesh. Even with this discomfort he still moaned
rhythmically as his prostate was massaged and his cock
cried out for release.

Ten minutes later and with no announcement another of the
spectators got up and sauntered over to relieve himself
on the shivering boy. The guy looked down and took in
Tony's throbbing dick - now more clearly visible through
the wet lycra.

"That's some hard-on you got there - looks mighty
painful. Also looks like you might blow at any second" He
laughed.

The man then bent and ran a fingernail up the length of
Tony's dick causing Tony to shriek from behind the gag
and spasm against the confines of his bondage. Tony was
so close to cumming and frantic for release but a new and
painful development became horribly apparent to the poor
jock. The catheter might allow free passage of piss but
it was effectively blocking him from shooting his pent up
load. The man, his dick uncomfortably close to Tony's
face, seemed to realise the predicament that Tony faced.
He smiled evilly and aimed carefully before he let loose
a stream of hot piss.

The gush of piss hit Tony squarely on his dick and balls
and the man made sure that this was his only target as he
relieved himself. The pressure of the hot torrent on
Tony's over-sensitised dick was too much and he groaned
and panted in total lust and desperation to come -
thrashing within the ropes and practically bouncing up
and down on the butt plug to stimulate himself to the
point he could shoot. Tony no longer cared what he looked
like or how far he was debasing himself - his only need
was to ejaculate and, as the spray continued Tony knew he
was on the home stretch and his orgasm was building
rapidly. He didn't even care that it might hurt him to
come with the catheter inserted. All he could think of
was the aching need for orgasm.

The pissing student watched as Tony's balls visibly
shrank - preparing to disgorge their load. He watched as
Tony - lost in his own need to come thrashed up and down
in his seat, grunting like a rutting boar, sweat pouring
off him as the ropes holding him cut into flesh that no
longer cared and needed only one thing. Then, to Tony's
disgust the man aimed his piss stream at his face -
shocking Tony out of his erotic frenzy and removing the
one stimulation from his trapped dick that would have
tipped him over. Tony had been so close to cumming and
groaned in desperation for the man to resume his
attentions to his jerking dick. Had he not been gagged
Tony would have begged the man to piss on his hard-on and
the realisation of this combined with the hot splash of
piss on his face made Tony realise how far he had
humiliated himself. He hung in head in total shame and
self disgust - observing his traitorous dick as it
throbbed - still desperate for orgasm.

He heard applause and looking up Tony came out of his
humiliated reverie to discover that the whole incident
had been witnessed by everyone in the room. The frat boys
were cheering him and clapping for the show he'd put on
for them and Tony, flushed and panting from his
exertions, wanted to die. He wept like a child - tears
falling heedlessly on his treacherous cock as it twitched
- spurred on by the incessant thudding of the vibrator
within him.

They've laughed and taken bets as they've seen me lose it
and crap my pants. They've taken turns to piss on me.
They've made me come, again and again, in my singlet.
I've wet myself in front of them. I've been gagged, tied
up and paraded around campus with a fucking hard-on and a
vibrator sticking out my arse and I'm pissing helplessly
into a bag for the entire world to see. I've been
fondled, groped and had something shoved up me and
inflated and there was nothing I could do about it.
They've giggled as I crawled. And now they're cheering me
on and laughing as I BEGGED to cream in my pants while a
man pissed on my dick. This must end soon - there's
nothing more they can do to me. Please god let it end
soon.

The cheering subsided as the men went back to the last
ten minutes of the game. Jay came over to the weeping
jock and, as Tony looked up at his captor with pure
hatred, Jay unzipped and then reached round and
unfastened the gag, dropping it to the floor. He took aim
and started to piss on Tony's throbbing prick.

"You fucking bastard! Uhhhhn, uhhhhn, No! please stop!
Uhhhhn...!"

Again the pressure of the flood of piss on Tony's cock
started the build towards the orgasm he so desperately
craved and, in spite of himself, Tony once more began
grinding away on the butt plug - his groans now much
amplified by the lack of the gag.

"Please!.. Please! Uhhhhn... Oh god!... Uhhhhn!"

Tony could see the frat boys watching and could dimly
hear them jeering through the sound of the blood fizzing
in his head but the hot ministrations of Jay's piss on
his dick blotted all else out and all he could think of
was his urgent need for release. He pumped himself up and
down on the butt plug moaning as he shouted breathlessly
"Please! Please!"

And then it came. Tony's body went rigid as he started to
come. Wave after wave of release washed over him even as
a terrible pain wracked his dick. He was shooting his
load up a much narrowed urethra and the frat boys
watched, absorbed, as Tony's dick slowly, slowly
disgorged his desperate load.

"Guuhhhhnnnn!"

Spent, Tony slumped in his seat - passed out from the
effort and the intensity of his degrading orgasm.