It was a warm, late summer evening when Robbie was walking hurriedly through the shopping mall to the toilets. Clenching as he walked, the pressure on his hole was almost unbearable as he held back the urge to shit. The hunky 23 year old wasn't simply going to relieve himself however. After several days of mailing back and forth online with a guy he knew only as D, a very kinky and filthy meet had been arranged. A guy with several fetishes and fantasies, Robbie was very eager to explore his darker side. On this occasion, he was meeting D in a public toilet which was about to close. He knew little of what was about to happen save for the very simple and specific instructions: turn up needing a shit, enter the first stall and stand facing the toilet with his hands behind his back. There were still shoppers in the mall but very few, and none noticed the red-face hunk sweating as he held back the three-day load, small farts breaking out as he walked. Their noses would likely be offended if they got too close. Soon he entered the toilets, it was 5.40pm and they were due to close at 6. No-one else was around, though he noticed the second stall was occupied. Taking a deep, nervous breath; he peeked inside the first stall, checking it was empty, then walked inside. As he stood facing the commode, he couldn't help letting out a loud, rumbling fart. This was one serious dump he was cooking and it was almost time to serve. He noticed the occupant of the second stall shuffle, stand and open the door. Stepping out, a husky voice called out "Robbie?" "Mmmhmmm..." Robbie mumbled. He nervously rubbed his hands on his Levi's as he wondered how far this was going to go. They had discussed several scenarios, and he had left it up to D to carry out what he preferred. So it was with no shortage of trepidation when he stood, still staring straight ahead, as D walked inside the stall and locked the door. His hands were grabbed by D and pulled behind him, secured with a zip-tie. His ankles were pushed together and similarly zip-tied together. Then a thick, leather blindfold was fastened around his eyes. He stood trembling as he was bound and blindfolded in this public toilet, moments away from losing his battle with his bowels. D caressed Robbie's hair, ran his hand down Robbie's side to his ass and cupped one of his denim-clad cheeks, while the other hand groped Robbie's stomach. Robbie groaned as he farted again at the touch to his abdomen. "Oh god...." he whispered. D leaned in and Robbie could feel his hot breath on his ear. "You're not leaving until you shit your pants for me." Robbie could hardly object, the load was almost touching cloth as it was. His hands twisted against their bindings as he stood, being touched up by D. Suddenly the pressure was too much to bear and the turd rushed out, crackling as it tented into his boxers and jeans. It was solid, pungent and thick, and D simply nuzzled against Robbie's neck as he continued pushing the thick log out, groaning as it curled against the denim and bulged down, partly into the leg seam and partly tickling against his balls as the load sought space. D's hand gently cupped the pile of crap in his jeans as he strained to finish it. A few minutes later, which seemed much longer to Robbie, it was over. He stood panting with the exertion of dumping in his jeans. D was breathing heavily with lust as he took a knee and pressed his face into the bulging denim. Robbie was aroused, ashamed and a little nervous as to what would happen next. He had been too much into the scenario to think of the consequences, and as he was wondering how long he would have to clean up, D suddenly unbuttoned Robbie's jeans and pulled them down. The giant load had been supported by the limited space provided by the seat of his jeans but once they dropped the load sagged a little and partly peeled from the skin of his ass. D then cupped the load under his boxers and began pulling them down. He then felt himself being dragged a little away from the toilet, and heard the sound of D's own jeans being unbuttoned and pulled down. Not long after, a soft `pffft' and crackling could be heard and he realised D was taking a shit of his own. It took a belated moment to realise that instead of hitting water, D's turd was not in fact falling into the toilet. Instead he felt his boxers sagging further down as the weight of his underwear increased.... D was shitting into Robbie's pants on top of his own load! Robbie hadn't expected this and wasn't sure how to react, he gasped as a substantial load was added to his own. D groaned in sheer pleasure, enjoying the look on Robbie's face. Not even wiping, D stood and pulled up his jeans, then slowly cupped the giant pile in Robbie's pants as he guided them back up, careful to keep it all in place. The boxers sagged obscenely as he quickly pulled up Robbie's jeans and buttoned them back up, enjoying the very large and noticeable lumps appearing on both sides of the denim seam. "That's another guy's shit pressed against your ass," D whispered in his ear. Time was ticking. The toilets were surely about to be locked. Robbie grew nervous now, he was tied up and in a rather embarrassing state. His mouth dry, he rasped "please untie me now." D simply patted his shit filled jeans. "Almost done." Robbie heard the clinking of a chain being pulled out of D's coat pocket, it was quickly put through the belt loops of his jeans, pulled tight and the click of a padlock could be heard. Robbie gasped anew as he realised the situation. D embraced him, and while cupping the massive load anew he leaned into Robbie's ear again. "You'll not be able to take off your jeans now, until I unlock them. I expect you here at the same time tomorrow, 24 hours from now. If you don't turn up at the same time and place, the padlock key gets flushed away." Several emotions ran through Robbie's mind as a voice called out "Anyone in here?" "One minute, almost done." D replied as he cut the zip ties from Robbie's ankles. The door was unlocked, and just as Robbie panicked at the thought of being left with his hands tied, the zip tie was cut from his wrists. With that, D's footsteps could be heard quickly receding as he hurried out. Robbie slowly removed the blindfold. He stood and slowly pondered his situation, aroused and yet utterly debased as he realised he would have to leave here with his jeans packed with poop. He pushed and pushed against the chain around his jeans, but it was pulled too tight over his pelvis to have any give. He was mortified, he would have to walk out through the mall like this. The shirt he was wearing would cover the chain and padlock, but not the seat of his jeans. His hand reached behind and gingerly touched the pile bulging inside his pants. His load alone was some size, D's added to it made it monstrous. It was solid but because the jeans were snug it was squishing up his crack, the end of one log had pushed right along his ballsack to the base of his dick. He slowly crouched a little, hoping the pressure would lessen the size of the bulge but it just caused the sensation of shit squishing everywhere and he quickly stood back up. The janitor was waiting impatiently at the door as Robbie sheepishly walked out, trying his best not to waddle. He didn't wait around to see if the janitor noticed anything, hurrying along the corridor to the mall. Luckily, he seemed to be the only one there so he tried his best to walk normally as he hurried out, feeling the turds squashing against his skin with each movement. Many thoughts ran through his head as he left, chiefly how he was going to get through the next 24 hours like this. Around 30 minutes later, having been noticed twice by strangers, a thoroughly ashamed yet extremely horny Robbie arrived home. He flopped back onto his bed and after discovering he couldn't even unbutton the fly of his jeans due to the chain and padlock, he groped the front of his jeans trying to cum inside them, feeling the shitload squishing as he turned over and humped his denim-clad erection against his bed. It didn't take long for him to explode in his jeans, the front of his boxers turning sticky with hot, thick cum. Exhausted, he lay back and drifted off, the shit still warm in the back of his jeans. It hadn't even crossed his mind what D would have in store for him tomorrow.
To be continued....