Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:00:36 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: urination - Tony's punishment - part 8

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. Again, big thanks for
the suggestions I've had so far - they've really helped.

Chapter 7

When he regained consciousness Tony realised that he was
naked almost immediately. He was covered by a sheet and
had his head on a pillow and was clearly in the bed he
had inhabited before - but this time he was unbound. He
tried to move and discovered that he was unable to move
his arms and legs and that - in spite of his burly,
powerful physique - he could do no more than lie there
passively. His dick felt very sore and his arsehole felt
swollen but he no longer smelled of piss, shit or spunk.

The door opened and Jay entered the room and began to
disrobe in front of Tony's frightened eyes.

"What are you going to do to me?  Please - you've got to
let me go!"

Jay, now naked, climbed into the bed and snuggled himself
up to Tony's unresisting form. Tony could feel Jay's
stiff prick against his hip but was powerless to move
away from this embarrassing contact.

"That's some way to thank the guy who cleaned you up
after you crapped yourself in front of all those nice
people" said Jay, with a sigh, as he shifted position. He
flung his arm carelessly across Tony's pectorals and
hugged him close. Where Jay's body pressed against Tony's
skin goosebumps erupted and he shuddered involuntarily
from the invasion of his personal space. Tony had never
been touched by, or touched, a guy in the way that he had
been touched today. He felt violated and sick but he knew
better than to protest - any display of aggression would
bring still more humiliating punishments down on him.

Jay then rested his head on Tony's powerful chest, closed
his eyes contentedly, and went to sleep. Tony was amazed
to find that he too was exhausted and before long his
breathing deepened as he drifted slowly into a dreamless
sleep.

Tony woke to a bright morning light spilling across the
room. He still had no control of his arms and legs -
whatever they had administered to him was clearly longer-
lasting than the drugs Jay had used in the locker room
yesterday.

In the night Jay had obviously grabbed one of Tony's arms
and wrapped himself in the burly lad's embrace and so it
was that Tony found Jay spooned into him and still fast
asleep. He could feel his dick pressed up against Jay's
bare butt and a gasp escaped him as he realised that
although the position he was in was repugnant, the
sensation of skin against skin was unfortunately
stimulating. This plus a need to piss and it wasn't long
before Tony had fully-fledged early morning horn.

He held his breath, hoping frantically that Jay remained
sleeping and didn't wake to discover that the jock was
pressing his wood into his captor's butt crack. Tony knew
that Jay would make the most of that particular situation
and he would be unable to defend himself from the gay
guy's sexual advances.

Because of the way they were positioned Tony couldn't
move to gain distance from Jay's soft, warm body and his
dick quickly became painful from the prolonged erection.
To make matters worse he really was desperate for a piss
and, while the thought of pissing on his captor was one
he relished, Tony knew that he would be punished severely
or humiliated publicly for the act. He envisioned himself
prone and naked in a pool of his own urine as Jay brought
the frat boys in to see their victim and laugh and jeer.
He shuddered.

"I'm lying in a bed curled up against a GAY GUY with my
dick throbbing, trying not to piss myself and wake him up
in case I get buttfucked. I'd kill this guy normally but
I'm totally at his mercy. I've got to get away as soon as
I get a chance".

Tony's cock jerked and he moaned in terror as, groaning
and sighing, Jay slowly awoke. The lad took a minute to
come fully to his senses and then sleepily smiled up at
Tony's anguished face and wriggled his butt, grinding
against his embarrassed prey's stiffie.

"Mmmm - now that's a lovely way to say 'good morning'"

"I can't help it! It's not what you think! I need a piss
bad man. You know I'm not that way! Please stop rubbing!"

"Well if you need a piss then its time we got up and
greeted the world" said Jay ominously as he checked the
clock at the side of the bed.

"The effects of your paralysis will wear off in an hour
or two and we've got lots to do" Jay released Tony's arm
and rolled him onto his back, admiring the way the
mortified hunk's dick tented the thin sheets. He got out
of bed and stretched, enjoying Tony's look of fear as the
trapped boy took in Jay's own early morning erection.

Tony's heart was beating furiously as he fearfully
watched Jay head for the bathroom. Even as he fought
against his own traitorous limbs Tony idly noted that
Jay's dick was huge - bigger than he'd have thought for
such a slender boy. His dick was still throbbing and
clearly visible poking up and creating an obvious peak in
the white linen.

He listened as he heard Jay take a long leak and flush -
then his captor returned to the room holding something
that caused him to break out in a cold sweat and whimper
helplessly.

"No. Please no."

Jay was holding up Tony's ruined wrestling singlet. The
once shiny material was stained and grubby and the
pleading stud could see the obvious evidence of his
trials from the day before. The crotch area was clearly
stiff as a board from his embarrassing emissions and
badly urine-stained. The back of the suit was a disaster
- soiled a dark-brown by Tony's humiliating incontinence.

Tony protested feebly as Jay whipped off the sheets -
exposing his body and dick - and started dressing him in
the suit. He cried out as the roughened material rasped
against his sore piss hard-on and gagged as he felt the
dried shit scrape against his butt. Tony's erect dick
deflated and soon he was dressed - the light blue lycra
moulding to his body and making his previous lack of
control horribly evident to all who cared to look.

At the same time as he was suffering this indignity
Tony's need to empty his bladder grew ever stronger and,
as Jay positioned the shoulder straps of his once proud
uniform, Tony could hold on no longer and started to
plead for permission to use the bathroom.

"Please Jay - I need a piss real bad. Let me take a leak
then you can do what you like with me - please man! Don't
make me piss myself!"

Jay ignored the pleas of the brawny jock as he primped
the lad's lycra outfit and went to the door and called
out for some assistance. Within seconds two of the frat
boys entered the room - their eyes widening in appalled
delight as they took in the sight of Tony's soiled and
helpless form. Tony was now openly begging for help, such
was his need to piss, and the newcomers fell about
laughing as he shamed himself with his entreaties.

"I need to use a toilet guys! I'm gonna piss myself - you
gotta help!"

"I think it's a bit late for using the facilities" said
one of the jocks wryly as he eyed Tony's cum-stained
crotch.

"You bastards! When I get free you'll regret doing this
to me - I'll make you suffer like nothing you've ever
known"
The men picked up the unresisting jock and carried him
downstairs to the frat lounge. About ten members of the
frat were lolling around in their undershorts, nursing
hangovers from the previous night's entertainments and
watching cartoons on the big-screen TV.

"How's he doing this morning and what the fuck is he
wearing!?"

"He really trashed that suit didn't he?"

"Man you can see where he totally crapped his pants -
that's so gross!"

In the centre of the room was a child's high chair and
Tony's paralysed form was dumped into this and a feeding
tray locked in position. An enormous bowl of oatmeal was
carried over by one of the brothers and Jay positioned
himself to the side of Tony and produced a spoon.

"Time for brekkie - open wide, here comes the choo-choo
train" he giggled as Tony grimaced - the effort evident
on his face as he fought to control his bursting bladder.

Tony was ravenously hungry but his thoughts were
distracted by the pressure on his bladder. His dick
hardened again - a fact that was noticed by the audience
making themselves comfortable around him to watch the
latest humiliating spectacle.

"Ha-ha he's knocking on the tray"

"God he gets hard at the drop of a hat"

"Please! It's not my fault - I badly need to pismmmmfffh"
Jay took the opportunity to fill Tony's mouth with the
warm oatmeal. Tony had no choice but to chew and swallow
and as soon as he had done so another spoonful of the
mush was waiting for him. He felt mortified that he was
being fed like a baby - much to the amusement of the frat
brothers. Worse though was the knowledge that he was
about to piss himself like a baby in full view of the
room.

The pain in his bladder was unbearable and, before long,
Tony felt himself let go and urine start to freely gush
from his distended cock, soaking the befouled lycra and
darkening the groin and rear of the suit as it puddled
under him on the chair.

"Heh-heh - something in one end, something out the other"

"Dude - you are disgusting!"

Even as Tony reddened in front of the cat-calling boys he
sorrowfully accepted another spoonful of the oatmeal from
Jay. Jay's aim was deliberately off and Tony felt a lump
of the glop drip down his chin. Tears filled his eyes as
he took in his situation and his hot piss dripped noisily
to the floor below his captive frame. He felt his
relieved cock softening and thanked his stars that at
least that was one humiliation he was now spared.

"Phew! That smells like it was definitely the first leak
of the day!"

"Aww - I think its sweet - our own little muscle-baby"

Jay continued to feed Tony as he sat in his own private
hell. The smell of the singlet was nauseating - all of
Tony's previous secretions reactivated by the hot urine
as he sat helplessly in a puddle of piss.

Eventually - and with much mess - the bowl of oatmeal was
finished. Jay then gave Tony some apple juice and the lad
reluctantly drank his fill - worried about what the sweet
liquid might be laced with this time. Oatmeal covered his
chin and had dripped onto his chest and he had to suffer
in silence as Jay made a great show of cleaning up his
'little one' in front of the lads.

The brothers then grabbed the stinking, wet hunk and
dragged him to another, more conventional, chair. His
limbs were still not responding and Tony sat and watched
as the men started setting up a video camera, linked to a
laptop, in front of him.

"No! You can't film me! That's blackmail!"

"Relax stud - we're just gonna record a message for the
Coach so he knows we're looking after you properly"

Once the equipment was set up Jay came over to Tony and
hunkered down next to his charge.

"Here's how this is gonna work. You're going to record a
cheery little message to Coach Wetherall saying that you
have been punished but that you feel better for it and
that it's been nothing too bad. You're even going to tell
him that you are happy to keep taking your punishments
for the remaining couple of weeks with me and that you
and I are getting along just fine." Jay sniggered

"We certainly seemed to be getting along just fine first
thing this morning didn't we big boy?"

"You're out of your fucking mind!!! No way am I gonna say
all that! Look at me - look at what you've done to me! Go
ahead you faggot - film me! I want him to see what you've
done to me you fucking pervert!"

Jay sighed.

"Oh Tony you poor fool. I didn't think you'd play ball on
this one but you ARE going to record a message and it
WILL be one of harmony and joy."

Jay gestured and three of the brothers grabbed Tony under
his armpits and threw him face down to the floor. In
seconds his filthy wrestling suit was pulled down to his
knees and Jay was crouching down beside the prone boy as
he raged at his captors using every bit of invective he
knew.

"You'll fucking go to prison for what you fuckers have
done to me!!!"

Jay playfully slapped Tony's bare bubble butt and
produced a butt plug that he lubed up and slowly began to
work into Tony's crack.

"NO!! NO!! This is wrong!!! It's fucking sick you
bastards - someone stop this!!! Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!!"

Tony panted in agony as the invading object relentlessly
entered him and soon he was feeling the now-familiar
sensation as the plug tapered and left him gasping and
full. Jay then attached a tube to the plug and pulled
Tony's lycra suit back up. The brothers then put Tony
back in the chair, laughing at his exclamations when the
plug was pushed deeper into him as he sunk onto the seat.

Contorted in pain, Tony watched as Jay took the length of
tubing and attached it to what looked like a hot water
bottle hanging on a stand nearby. Jay then traced the
tubing down to a tiny white plastic clamp and Tony heard
a small click and felt the bizarre sensation of fluid
starting to enter his butt.

"For each time we have to reshoot your message to the
Coach - you'll spend two minutes filling up. If you think
that's bad then you'd better understand - this is just
the first bag of water, we've got two more of these to
empty."

Two minutes later and Tony could plainly feel his bowels
stretching from the influx of fluid. The small tap was
turned off and one of the brothers lined up the camera.

Sweat broke out on Tony's brow as Jay sweetly called out,

"Action!"