Disclaimer - this story involves bondage, humiliation, watersports and forced orgasm and scat. If this isn't your thing then do not read on.
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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!"