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. Lots of thanks for the suggestions I've had so far - they've really helped. (This is the chapter I'm least happy with - largely 'cos I want to get onto the next one which involves the poor lad being humiliated in a much more delicious way)
Chapter 7
As Jay and his friend carried Tony's rigid body down the open stairwell into the communal room below Tony could hear cheers from the assembled frats. Sweat was dripping from his matted, stinking hair and, as they reached the last few steps down, the jerking movement drew a new burst of shitty, wet flatulence for every step he was carried. The frats were hysterical with laughter at his predicament and Tony was openly pleading with the room to help him.
When their sweaty, unbending cargo was deposited on the floor the frats - twenty or so of them - could then clearly see Tony's distressing erection. This they gave much attention even as the defenceless boy screamed for assistance.
"I'm shitting myself! Someone help me please! I can't hold it - he's drugged me!"
The crowd of frat boys fell about laughing uproariously at these pleas for help.
"They've made me hard - someone undo me! This is wrong!"
"So, are you doing it now?" asked one boy in fascinated glee
"Smell the air - he's definitely doing it now!"
"This is looking painful" said another lad scraping Tony's swollen knob-head as he brushed his hand over it and drawing not only a moan of anguish but a resoundingly soggy fart from the trapped hunk.
"Oh wow - he's tooting good and proper - and that sounded WET!!"
Tony could already feel the accumulated crap squishing between his cinched butt cheeks and knew that he was about to let go a whole lot more. His immobile bondage meant he couldn't even squat to gain relief and he moaned in frustration and effort as he felt another wave of flatulence pulse slowly through him. The attention that the assembled crowd were paying to his erect dick was driving him insane and he was confused as to where to focus - the imminent evacuation of his bowels or the imminent likelihood that he could orgasm in front of the these perverts.
"Please... leave me alone! Someone get help!..."
Trapped in his rubber cocoon Tony could defend neither his sore and obvious prick nor his full and uncontrollable arsehole. He grunted in effort as he tried to extricate himself, but the lads were overwhelming and there was no respite to be had from their insistent tweaking and grabbing of his dick. Tony knew without doubt that he was on the way to orgasm again and a surge of shame rocked him as he looked down at his bound penis as men (men!) stroked it mercilessly.
Somehow even more distracting was his urge to crap. Tony knew that he had stupidly announced his predicament to the assembled throng and they were waiting for showtime in that respect.
By now his bowels felt horribly full and there was no relief to be had as he couldn't move his muscle-bound frame one iota. He felt the now-familiar weight pressing against his arsehole and realised that he was fighting a losing battle. His arms ached as he fought to move and hide his mortification from his large, rowdy audience.
Someone grasped his dick - shocking Tony out of his concentration. He looked up though the stinging sweat in his eyes and saw that there were at least seven people hunkered down around his secured body and a further fifteen people leaning over them to get a better view of his engorged knob. The guy who'd grabbed him started pumping furiously at Tony's damaged cock and he felt himself going over the edge as his orgasm approached.
"Nnnggghh!"
At the same time as Tony's insistent bowel movement began its natural descent - so it was that as his dick jerked and spasmed and he let out a sad dribble of salty white cum. The panting boy's arsehole slackened and he felt - and the crowd heard - an enormous load of shit force its way out of his trapped butt; announcing itself with a trumpet of wet flatulence and squishing against his helpless butt cheeks in the tight confines of his rubber bondage.
"Oh god!... uhhhhn! Uhhhhn! Uhhhhn!"
"Ha-ha! Is that all the jism he's got left in him?"
"Never mind that - listen to him make poop! Man that sounds bad!"
Tony could feel his hot and noisy bowel movement, confined by the tight rubber, force its way down his legs and up his butt crack. At the same time cheers and shouts of derision were all he could hear as the assembled frats tracked the slow trace of his cum down his throbbing dick and onto the sleepsack where it pooled -- white against black - and spilled into the contours of his muscular thighs.
The sweating, immobile jock knew he was beyond struggling or calling for help and his head sank to the carpet as he heard the lads laughing and commenting on his dwindling erection and the foetid stench he was giving off to the room. Tony had never felt so utterly humiliated in his life - trussed up and helplessly voiding himself in front of a roomful of strangers while his dick betrayed him and jismed to a waiting crowd - this was too much to bear and he groaned in anguish even as his clammy, piss-soaked face showed his unfortunate discharge and he once again passed out from heat, exhaustion and humiliation.