Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 21:11:45 +0000
From: indigosub@hotmail.com
Subject: urniation - Tony's Punishment chapter 9

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.
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 9

"No, no, no - that wasn't working for me" Jay shouted
from behind the camera, surrounded by about twelve frat
brothers.

Sitting motionless in a chair in front of him and with
sweat pouring down his muscular form, Tony groaned in
anguish. He then watched, helpless, as one of his
tormentors reached out and clicked the valve on the enema
tube that ran from the largely empty bag into the plug
cramming his sore butthole. Immediately he felt the
pressure in his guts grow as more water invaded his
bowels. He cried out for help from the assembled crowd,
knowing that it was futile and that he would continue to
load up for the next two minutes as part of the latest
punishment visited upon him by Jay and his cronies. This
was the third time Tony had fluffed his 'lines' and Jay
had been good as his word; every mistake cost Tony
another two minutes of enema and the strain was starting
to show.

"Please! Ugghh... tell me what you want me to say!" The
hot light shone down on Tony's filthy wrestling singlet,
clearly illuminating the vile stains of his previous
torments - from the spunk encrusted crotch, hugging his
beaten manhood and leaving nothing to the imagination of
his audience, to the sopping wet piss that still dripped
and pooled under him, and the shit stained rear of the
suit - a legacy from his ordeal wherein he was forced to
soil himself in front of a braying crowd of boys. In
spite of these rigours the suit was still very snug and
the gang could see Tony's abdomen stretching from the
volume of liquid he was being forced to take.

"Let me shit it out - please! ...ooohhhh"

Courtesy of the drug that had been given to him the night
before, Tony could still not move his arms or legs and,
as he blinked sweat from his eyes, Jay called out and the
valve was turned off. All present could hear Tony's guts
gurgling ominously and see the suffering of his
overfilled bowel reflected in his face.

"Aaaand action!" Jay commanded.

"Uh, hi Coach" Tony began, trying to force a smile onto
his waxen grimace. "It's all going well here and I
thought I'd... uhhh... I thought I'd let you know that
I'm grateful for what Jay's doing to teach me a lesson.
Ugghh... Anyway... just thought I'd get in touch to
say... uhhh... thanks Coach. Catch you later."

The pressure in Tony's bloated rectum was unbearable and
he looked at Jay, sitting smugly behind the camera, with
naked pleading in his eyes. Surely the coach would be
able to see the desperation of his situation, if not the
state of his outfit, and send for help. The young jock
prayed silently.

"Nah. Again please." Commanded Jay, wrenching a groan of
agony from Tony. To his side he was aware of the frat boy
reaching down to the valve and then the hideous filling
sensation as more water invaded his stuffed arse.

"Please guys! Uhhhhn... I can't take any more! It's too
much... ooohhhh!"

As the enema continued Tony felt anther, familiar,
presence and realised that the pressure on his innards
was causing his manhood to stiffen within the fetid
confines of his singlet. This fact did not go unmissed
and while the muscular lad was aware of a tingling in his
hands and feet that promised an end to the numbness that
affected his limbs, he could not move his arms to cover
his plight.

"Oh God! Not again... uhhhhn!"

"Hah hah - he must LOVE Coach Wetherall"

"Look at his belly bloat, how much is he taking up
there?"

"Please guys... need... uhhhhn... bathroom..."

"The sound effects are wicked dudes! Listen to the
gurgling!"

Jay clapped his hands to signal for the hated enema to
halt and turned to face his panting, sweat-drenched
captive.

"And action!"

"Ooohhhh... can't... uhhh... Coach... it's me... ahuh...
Tony. I'm ahuh... ok... uunnnghh... oh please... it's all
going weluuugggh... ahuh... please... toilet..."

Tony's expression throughout the 'speech' was a mask of
pained humiliation as sporadic gurgles emanated from his
overstretched bowel and his dick spasmed with every beat
of his labouring heart. His face was an angry red from
the suffering, effort, and embarrassment and all he could
think of was the desperate need to void his bowels before
he passed out from the pressure. The flat seat of the
chair against the butt plug meant there was no way to
expel the vile intruder and it was too big to allow any
leakage that might have afforded the brawny jock some
relief.

"Bravo, bravo!" cried Jay. "That'll do it, nice one stud"
He nodded to a guy sitting near him with a laptop that
was plugged into the camera and stood up in front of the
squirming lad, clearly relishing Tony's swollen
discomfort. Jay then turned to the group of men standing
nearest him and enquired sweetly...

"Are we all set for the next bit?"

The guys nodded affirmation and stepped over to Tony's
hapless form. Tony barely noticed as they quickly
stripped him out of his now-hated wrestling suit and
detached the enema tube from the butt plug. A ball gag
was inserted and strapped firmly around his head,
rendering speech all but impossible. He was manhandled
into a lycra top that came to just below his muscular
pectorals, leaving his distended belly visible.

Then he was lifted up briefly and felt his sphincter
muscles wrench as the plug was removed with a wet popping
noise that caused much mirth to the crew gathered around
him. Tony would have soiled himself there and then, such
was his need, but immediately his arsehole was assaulted
by a new plug that stretched him to breaking point before
settling in thoroughly. He groaned in agony as the latest
toy stuffed him and added to the wretched burden deep
within - all the while his naked, stiff cock was bobbing
exposed in front of him for all to see.

"Don't worry baby - it's made of wax and it'll melt" Jay
giggled "By then you may not want it to however... he-he"

As he was lowered back down, driving the new plug deeper
in and eliciting another moan, Tony felt a softness under
his butt and, as he registered this new sensation, many
hands worked quickly to secure him tightly into what
appeared to be an enormous disposable diaper. In spite of
his gagged protestations his nether regions were soon
swaddled in the thick white material. His thighs were
stretched apart by the bulk of the new undergarment and
the diaper was so thick he doubted he could have closed
his legs together even if they had been under his
control.

"Mmmmnnooooo!!!"

A pair of terribly large transparent plastic pants were
hooked over his feet and drawn up over the bulky white
diaper and, looking down, Tony was both relieved and
reviled by the view he clearly presented to the rest of
the world. His erection was no longer visible but the
fact he was wearing an enormous diaper was incontestable.
His guts continued to slosh dreadfully and cramps passed
through his shaking frame with increasing regularity;
drawing moans and gasps from the panting boy.

Tony felt his legs lifted briefly and sensed another item
of apparel being pulled up his thighs. When he looked
down at himself his blood turned to ice and he moaned as
he realised that the frat boys had put him in a short,
pleated skirt that barely skimmed the diaper leaving it
plainly clear that he was wearing an incontinence product
- one which he was frantic to use by this point.

The lads lifted Tony's unresisting frame upright -
somewhat easing the pressure in his bowels - and turned
him to face a floor length mirror that another frat boy
had brought over to the group.

"They've dressed me as a cheerleader! A fucking
cheerleader!" Was all Tony could think when he regarded
his sweating form in the mirror. The skirt covered
nothing and his overstuffed belly hung below the crop
top, lettered in the college's insignia. The diaper
bulged, substantial and obvious, and had he been able to
walk unaided he knew with certainty that he would only
have been able to waddle at best.

Tony could definitely feel sensation returning to his
limbs but was still too weak to resist as they carried
him out of the frat house and onto the lawn out front of
the big building. The lawn was bordered by a wide path
along which hundreds of students came and went all day.
On this lawn a portable tent had been set up; of the kind
used by workmen doing road maintenance. Next to this a
tall wooden pole with another wooden gantry at right
angles and up on high had been driven firmly into the
grass. A chain was attached to this and dangled down to
disappear into a hole ripped in the fabric of the tent.

Quickly the lads carried the cramping, gasping jock into
the tiny space; allowing him to focus on the set up in
the canvas room. A tear ran down the sweating lad's ruddy
face as he beheld the fate awaiting him and he cried out
muffled bleats of terror and shame as another spasm
wrenched his guts and he took in this newest humiliation.

Inside the tent were a set of medieval leg stocks driven
solidly into the ground.  The chain from the gantry ended
in a pair of padded manacles not too far from the stocks
and next to them was a large sign which read, in bold
print...

"Frat punishment 201 - do not feed the sissy!"