Tonys Punishment

By moc.liamtoh@busogidni

Published on Apr 17, 2009

Gay

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 and sorry for the delay in getting this one done - I'm back on a roll now tho :).

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 10

In spite of his feeble protestations Tony was dragged over to the stocks and forced down to the ground. He bellowed as the wax butt plug was forced deeper in when his diaper-clad butt hit the grass. Soon his ankles were secured in the wooden stocks leaving his muscular thighs spread wide and his face contorted in agony as his position put more pressure on the effluent trapped in his bowels.

His arms were lifted above his head and fastened into the padded mitts and the group of lads stood back to admire their handiwork. Then the frat boys left the squealing jock alone and he looked up to see only Jay remained in the tent with him. His limbs were now responsive again but all he could do was rock slightly on his butt. Jay took a black rubber hood from his back pocket and leaned in and pulled it over Tony's head in spite of his attempts to shake free. Tony was rendered blind by the hood and it appeared to only possess a hole for breathing through his nose. Jay tightened the hood and moved back a little to enjoy the view.

"Right guys - let's pitch the tent. I'll bet you're still pitching your own little tent in there aren't you baby". Unable to see, Tony had no warning as he felt Jay grab at his still-hard dick through the soft bulk of the enormous diaper and he groaned in shock and revulsion.

He felt the breeze on his bare belly and realised they had moved the tent and he was now horribly exposed to anyone passing on the path into the campus. The tight cheerleader top he was wearing was soon pitted out by his sweat and he moaned and writhed in his bonds, dreadfully aware of how he looked in a skirt, diaper and gimp hood and how bad he would look when the dreaded plug finally melted and he lost all semblance of control of the roiling contents of his guts. He was also aware of a need to piss again.

"Oh wow! This is cool - hey guys come and look at this!" The voice was male but Tony didn't recognise the speaker. Within seconds he could tell he was surrounded by the excited conversation and comments his position was evoking. He tried to ask for help but the gag and hood muffled him so that only grunts and moans could be heard by his new and fascinated audience.

"Mmmm!... Mmmm!" He implored as a cramp wracked his bowels. He tried moving but all he succeeded in doing was driving the butt plug deeper into his arse and he knew he presented a truly pathetic sight to the onlookers. If only they knew what internal torments he was going through he felt certain they'd help him get free but he couldn't communicate his distress to them and all he could hear was laughter surrounding him. To make matters worse his need to piss was becoming more urgent and he wondered how long he could hold on before he lost it and wet himself in front of them.

As an athlete and member of the wrestling club Tony had never been powerless like this before - reduced to a toy for the amusement of others. His fall from the status of macho icon to incontinent cheerleader was so dramatic and his humiliation at his inability to stop this punishment was so deep that he cried openly under the black rubber hood as, all around him a crowd gathered and people laughed at him.

"Gee - isn't she pretty?"

"I wonder who the poor guy is."

"That's one hell of a diaper - do you think he's gonna use it?"

"Look at his stomach and how he's bouncing around down there - I reckon he's probably gonna use it real soon"

"Mmmm!... Mmmm!" Tony could hold on no longer and he felt the diaper warm up as he pissed himself helplessly.

"Eeeeuw! He's wetting himself guys!"

"Oh my god - that's harsh!"

Tony could feel the diaper absorbing his piss and becoming heavier, moulding itself around his dick. His quandary was clearly visible to the crowd of giggling students surrounding him and, in spite of his best efforts to communicate his distress no one was coming to his rescue.

Soon he felt the diaper sagging considerably and squelching as he tried to shift position. Another cramp passed through his bowels just as he heard a familiar voice. He forced himself to focus past the pain in his guts and remain still, trying to ascertain if he had heard correctly.

"Wow - that's some mean hazing" - the voice belonged to Tony's friend and fellow wrestle-team member Paul. Tony shrieked himself hoarse behind the gag and the hood - imploring his friend to help him. Sadly none of his muffled cries were understood and Paul clearly didn't recognise his buddy. Tony was uncertain whether to be grateful or not that his friend didn't witness his humiliation but he felt a stirring and knew that the wax plug was starting to melt and he would soon be giving the crowd a far more embarrassing show.

Paul was commenting on Tony's sweaty, well-muscled build and how the hapless sissy seemed somehow familiar. Tony felt a glimmer of hope and yelled for all his worth for help, involuntarily bouncing in the stocks as he tried to control the spasms in his rectum. He heard other voices and realised that most of his wrestling buddies were now forming a large part of the crowd in front of him.

Tony knew that his friends might rib him about his current situation but that they would be loyal and would free him and exact revenge on the bastards who'd done this to him. His unintelligible pleas were falling on deaf ears however and he thrashed futilely as he tried to let them know that it was him.

"You know, I can't help feeling I know this guy" said Paul, thoughtfully. Tony groaned and nodded his head frantically.

"I know what you mean chimed in another of the wrestling jocks - there's something familiar about him..."

Another vicious spasm wracked Tony's guts and he felt the plug finally slip out into the sodden and stinking diaper. He howled in pain as he clamped down hard to prevent soiling himself - holding on, barely, to the mess he knew he would soon make as he desperately tried to attract the attention of his friends.

Paul spoke,

"Its bad form to free another man's pledge but I just want to get a look at him or it'll drive me crazy wondering"

Tony groaned in relief as he felt fingers fiddling with the tight rubber of the hood. If he could hold on for just a moment longer Paul would realise it was him and his rescue would be inevitable.

"Man! He stinks - that was some piss he took!"

Paul's voice was right next to Tony as he spoke of having a quick look then returning the pledge to his hooded position - no harm, no foul. Tony felt the hood being pulled up and his chin was exposed to mercifully cool air.

Another spasm coursed through the sweaty lad's frame and, in spite of himself, Tony lost his precarious control over his bowels. He howled, in a mixture of anguish and relief, as he started to helplessly pump the contents of his guts into the diaper.

"Sweet lord - that is the sickest thing! He's crapping himself!" Tony was only vaguely aware of Paul's abrupt withdrawal from his attempts to remove the rubber hood - his whole body shook as he finally purged himself of the source of his discomforts and wave after wave of fetid mush flooded out into the swelling diaper.

He could hear the sound of gagging and retching from around him and it dawned on him that he had just been so close to freedom but that his shitting was driving his liberators away. Tony screamed out for help but he could hear the revulsion in Paul's voice and realised that the lads were backing away from the poopy mess he was still making as the diaper stretched to its limit and hot shit enveloped his aching balls and forced its way up his back.

To make a bad situation worse the befouled hunk was unaware that he was groaning in relief as his bowels finally released the pent up pressure and, to those people standing around him, his groans sounded distinctly sexual.

"Is he coming? He is! He's creaming himself in there - what a pervert!"

Tony realised what was happening too late and managed finally to stop the torrent of effluent. His unintelligible voice was now hoarse as he tried to let his audience know that he was in trouble but another spasm shook him and, with a moan of relief, he began to unload even more.

"Yeah - he's totally getting off on it - that's so sick!"

"I would step back guys! That diaper looks like it's gonna explode!"

"I am so getting a picture of this!"

The sound of phones clicking as people took photos of his quandary brought the sweating jock back to reality and Tony felt the sweet relief as his bowels finally seemed to empty completely - leaving him shuddering and panting in his pitted-out cheerleader outfit.

He could no longer move. His diaper was now so full that it resembled a balloon (albeit a disgustingly stained one) around his loins. He was fearful that if he moved the diaper would give out and, in all likelihood, spray shit everywhere; completely wrecking any slim chance of rescue he may have.

Then the worst thing happened. Tony heard a bell sound. People were being called to classes. Despite his imploring, people began to drift away towards their lessons and soon the wrestler was left alone - sweaty and exhausted, with a stinking, full diaper sitting for the entire world to see on the front lawn of a frat house. Tony sobbed his heart out behind the rubber mask as time passed and the contents of his plastic pants slowly cooled. His humiliation was total.


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