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 5
After being greeted at the door Jay tugged Tony into a vast and messy lounge where there were about 25 guys slumped in chairs and sofas watching a game of baseball on a widescreen TV and drinking beer. Tony tried to pull free from Jay but could do little more than be dragged, waddling uncomfortably, into position in the centre of the room. Tony's eyes were downcast as slowly the men in the room became aware of their newest addition. He heard the familiar cat calls of his abusers and was suddenly surrounded by men, poking and rubbing at his hard-on, pinching his buttocks and slapping at the protruding plug - largely for the uproarious fun it gave to watch Tony groan and stiffen in agonised misery.
"Oh wow - you outdid yourself Jay!"
"Look at him squat - what did you put in him Jay!"
"He can't want to cum again surely - look at that boner he's sporting tho!"
"Excellent stuff - you 'walked' him here!? That must've been hilarious"
"Look at him piss!"
One of the students noticed the now nearly full bag of piss strapped to Tony's thigh. He stepped up to the hapless boy and squeezed the warm bag causing Tony's bladder to refill as the piss was forced back up the tubing. Tony groaned in discomfort, spit dripping from his chin as the man let go of the bag and all watched fascinated as it refilled, yellow piss snaking down from a tube clearly visible even through the lycra. As this occurred some of the guys were commenting on Tony's massively swollen dick - jerking within the confines of the hotpants as someone else behind him yet again flicked the end of the plug.
"C'mon guys the game's on again - we can play with him later"
Two of the men took Tony and propelled him to a dining chair while Jay procured some rope. Tony tried to struggle and resist as they forced him down onto the seat. Blinding pain cramped him as he felt the protruding butt plug forced even deeper within his bloated bowels and he screamed hoarsely in agony. The guys were relentless though and soon Tony was sitting flush to the chair, sweat pouring off him, as Jay tied him securely to the chair-back at his chest and neck and then secured his ankles to the chair legs.
The men, and Jay, then went and sat to resume watching the baseball - leaving Tony, struggling and panting behind them, like a discarded old shoe.
Sitting allowed Tony some comfort at first as the balloon in his gut was inflicting less pressure on his rectum. However the lycra shorts were terribly tight and pulled his balls up and crushed his hard-on painfully. Additionally the plug's vibrations were now ramming home against his prostate and he moaned in anguish as he was stimulated mercilessly. He tried to lift himself up a little to ease things but the rope-work was too tight and any advantage he gained from the inch or two he achieved was soon outweighed when his trembling legs gave out impaling him again and drawing fresh groans of pain mixed with pleasure.
Tony stared at the backs of the frat boys' heads - trying to think of a way out of this before the game ended and he suddenly became the centre of attention again. They were all drinking beer and some of the shouts at the screen were definitely from people who were well on the way to a state of drunkenness that Tony found terrifying. If they could do this to him sober he was frightened what would happen when they were drunk and any inhibitions disappeared. He squirmed uncomfortably in his bonds - groaning and grunting as the plug continued to work its magic and his cock, desperate now for release, jerked against the powerfully tight shorts.
"Man I gotta piss" announced one of the lads standing up and grabbing at his crotch. He was about to walk out of the room when he clearly had an idea and turned and came across to the struggling sweating jock.
Tony tried to look away as the man casually unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. This was the closest view Tony had ever had of another man's penis and to have it nonchalantly waved in his face caused him much panic. Tony just about managed to close his eyes in time as the man started pissing on him. Tony's hair quickly became soaked in the foul smelling urine and his hotpants also suffered as they turned practically transparent as the hot stream saturated the fabric. Tony tried frantically to break free of his bonds as the torrent continued, drenching him totally. Eventually the man stopped pissing and casually zipped up and went back to the game. Tony sat helplessly, disgusted and sickened, as the piss on him slowly cooled - causing goosebumps to break out on his bare flesh. Even with this discomfort he still moaned rhythmically as his prostate was massaged and his cock cried out for release.
Ten minutes later and with no announcement another of the spectators got up and sauntered over to relieve himself on the shivering boy. The guy looked down and took in Tony's throbbing dick - now more clearly visible through the wet lycra.
"That's some hard-on you got there - looks mighty painful. Also looks like you might blow at any second" He laughed.
The man then bent and ran a fingernail up the length of Tony's dick causing Tony to shriek from behind the gag and spasm against the confines of his bondage. Tony was so close to cumming and frantic for release but a new and painful development became horribly apparent to the poor jock. The catheter might allow free passage of piss but it was effectively blocking him from shooting his pent up load. The man, his dick uncomfortably close to Tony's face, seemed to realise the predicament that Tony faced. He smiled evilly and aimed carefully before he let loose a stream of hot piss.
The gush of piss hit Tony squarely on his dick and balls and the man made sure that this was his only target as he relieved himself. The pressure of the hot torrent on Tony's over-sensitised dick was too much and he groaned and panted in total lust and desperation to come - thrashing within the ropes and practically bouncing up and down on the butt plug to stimulate himself to the point he could shoot. Tony no longer cared what he looked like or how far he was debasing himself - his only need was to ejaculate and, as the spray continued Tony knew he was on the home stretch and his orgasm was building rapidly. He didn't even care that it might hurt him to come with the catheter inserted. All he could think of was the aching need for orgasm.
The pissing student watched as Tony's balls visibly shrank - preparing to disgorge their load. He watched as Tony - lost in his own need to come thrashed up and down in his seat, grunting like a rutting boar, sweat pouring off him as the ropes holding him cut into flesh that no longer cared and needed only one thing. Then, to Tony's disgust the man aimed his piss stream at his face - shocking Tony out of his erotic frenzy and removing the one stimulation from his trapped dick that would have tipped him over. Tony had been so close to cumming and groaned in desperation for the man to resume his attentions to his jerking dick. Had he not been gagged Tony would have begged the man to piss on his hard-on and the realisation of this combined with the hot splash of piss on his face made Tony realise how far he had humiliated himself. He hung in head in total shame and self disgust - observing his traitorous dick as it throbbed - still desperate for orgasm.
He heard applause and looking up Tony came out of his humiliated reverie to discover that the whole incident had been witnessed by everyone in the room. The frat boys were cheering him and clapping for the show he'd put on for them and Tony, flushed and panting from his exertions, wanted to die. He wept like a child - tears falling heedlessly on his treacherous cock as it twitched - spurred on by the incessant thudding of the vibrator within him.
They've laughed and taken bets as they've seen me lose it and crap my pants. They've taken turns to piss on me. They've made me come, again and again, in my singlet. I've wet myself in front of them. I've been gagged, tied up and paraded around campus with a fucking hard-on and a vibrator sticking out my arse and I'm pissing helplessly into a bag for the entire world to see. I've been fondled, groped and had something shoved up me and inflated and there was nothing I could do about it. They've giggled as I crawled. And now they're cheering me on and laughing as I BEGGED to cream in my pants while a man pissed on my dick. This must end soon - there's nothing more they can do to me. Please god let it end soon.
The cheering subsided as the men went back to the last ten minutes of the game. Jay came over to the weeping jock and, as Tony looked up at his captor with pure hatred, Jay unzipped and then reached round and unfastened the gag, dropping it to the floor. He took aim and started to piss on Tony's throbbing prick.
"You fucking bastard! Uhhhhn, uhhhhn, No! please stop! Uhhhhn...!"
Again the pressure of the flood of piss on Tony's cock started the build towards the orgasm he so desperately craved and, in spite of himself, Tony once more began grinding away on the butt plug - his groans now much amplified by the lack of the gag.
"Please!.. Please! Uhhhhn... Oh god!... Uhhhhn!"
Tony could see the frat boys watching and could dimly hear them jeering through the sound of the blood fizzing in his head but the hot ministrations of Jay's piss on his dick blotted all else out and all he could think of was his urgent need for release. He pumped himself up and down on the butt plug moaning as he shouted breathlessly "Please! Please!"
And then it came. Tony's body went rigid as he started to come. Wave after wave of release washed over him even as a terrible pain wracked his dick. He was shooting his load up a much narrowed urethra and the frat boys watched, absorbed, as Tony's dick slowly, slowly disgorged his desperate load.
"Guuhhhhnnnn!"
Spent, Tony slumped in his seat - passed out from the effort and the intensity of his degrading orgasm.