I had fixed myself a drink and gotten comfortable in the lounge. On the large screen in front of me, I could view multiple streams from the goings-on downstairs. All three men were trying to communicate with each other but could only manage garbled, muffled, grunts and groans. I could see both Pete and Tommy nervously eyeing the red button below Pawel. Pawel, for his part, was sweating profusely and looking increasingly uncomfortable but the two men opposite him hadn’t yet clocked why or what was coming.
Pawel pulled against the leather straps that bound him and then cried out from behind his gag as he let out a loud, involuntary, fart. Tommy grimaced in disgust, but Pete was quicker on the uptake and I watched as Pete and Pawel exchanged a meaningful look; Pete questioning with his eyes, and Pawel confirming with his own discomforted gaze.
Pawel’s face was a picture; his gastro-intestinal distress echoed in his beet-red face as he felt the slow, lazy, movement of his bowels filling. He let out another fart that drew a cry of distress from Pete. Tommy still hadn’t put two and two together, the poor lad. The muscular man’s dick still tented the fabric of his Y-fronts unmistakably even as he began huffing and puffing uncomfortably.
A few minutes passed, as did more flatulent outbursts from the pinioned muscleman, and by this point, I could clearly see the effort that Pawel was putting in to avoid crapping himself. Pawel’s breathing became laboured and his face was etched in furious concentration. A camera positioned under Pawel’s chair clearly showed the big man clenching his buttocks even as a further blast of gas escaped him. Pete was trying to encourage him to hold on, from his position opposite, just as Tommy screamed in shocked recognition of what was occurring.
For Pawel the torture was palpable. No man wants to shit himself, let alone while being watched. The knowledge, that if he couldn’t hold it, he would be dooming the two men to an unpleasant buttfucking, was killing the big brute.
I’ll admit to being massively turned on as, groaning with the exertion of trying to manage his now-urgent need to defecate, Pawel laboured on in his private hell; the two frightened men opposite him unable to look away from the sweating mountain of pained effort in front of them. Perspiration coursed down his hairy frame even as he drew inexorably closer to soiling himself and damning his friends to the most horrific of torments.
Pawel cried out in shock as he relaxed for a second and a small knob pushed its way visibly into his underpants. Nothing much – just touching cloth, and the big man quickly clenched up again as best he could. I was pleased to note that the lump remained. He locked eyes with the men opposite him – his expression full of humiliation and pleading as he tried to explain from behind the gag,
“Ughhh… I no stop it! It comes. I shit. I very sorry!!”
Even though he tried his best to maintain his squeezed buttocks, we could all hear the crackle of his bowel movement slowly escaping and the lads watched in horror as the bulge in the seat of his underwear expanded. He shakily managed to reassert control over himself but the mound of crap hovered about half an inch above the red button of the detonator and his continuing discomfort, and the urgent need to void, was evident in his face.
Gone was the rage-filled beast of earlier. Now all that remained was a deeply humiliated man, sitting in his own filth, even as he tried to avoid letting go and emptying his overstuffed bowels into his soiled underpants. Still his cock was comically erect even as it was pulled down by the new weight in his Y-fronts. To be fair, my own cock was fiercely hard just listening to him struggle.
“Uhhhhn… I shiiiiit!!”
The bulge in the rear of Pawel’s underpants suddenly distended as he lost control and utterly crapped himself. The men opposite him screamed in horror as the big man helplessly and relentlessly pushed out the biggest dump he’d ever known. It took seconds for the expanding mass to reach the button on the detonator and then to engulf it; the bloated weight of effluent more than sufficient to activate the device.
Pawel had his eyes screwed tightly shut so it took him a second to realise that he had sealed the fate of his friends. Still, he voided, his underwear dragged low by the sheer volume of poop that kept coming; his arse crack exposed even as his balls were engulfed by the mass.
Across from him, the two dildos began their inexorable ascent towards the frightened men trapped above them. Both men were hoarse from screaming even as the tips of the invaders made contact with their spandex-clad buttholes. Unrelentingly, the dildos began to slowly penetrate the two hapless men, eliciting screams of pain even as the stretchy material was forced inside them, giving both men wedgies that crushed their cocks and balls uncomfortably. The dildo tips kept dispensing a heavy flow of lubricant in order to achieve entry and prevent the speedo fabric from causing any medical issues through chafing. Soon it was done. Tommy and Pete both wept in pain and misery as their rosebuds were stretched in ways neither had ever experienced before. Opposite the two impaled men, Pawel finally was able to cease shitting himself but the effort had taken it out of him and he slumped in shameful exhaustion, unable to meet the eyes of his penetrated friends, as his full underwear sagged and cooled.
I watched, happily, as the fucking machines commenced their slow rhythm; withdrawing just enough, but not completely, from the two helpless men and then slowly re-entering them and drawing groans and gasps from Pete and Tommy. It took both men a little while to become accustomed to the mechanical sodomy but the copious lube and monotonous regularity eventually took their toll and neither man was aware that they were groaning in time with the ingress, and subsequent near-exit of the offending toys.
Tommy was the first to realise that he was becoming erect, within his confined speedo, as his prostate took a relentless battering and the Viagra activated. He was already utterly humiliated by the fucking he was receiving but now a new sensation crept into his awareness. He was being turned on by the dildo and what it was doing to him. He looked across and could see that Pawel had noticed his growing erection and flushed crimson with embarrassment. It mattered not to Tommy that the big man was still sporting his own hard on, nor that Pawel was literally sitting in a pile of his own shit; Tommy was mortified that his body might betray him this way.
He tried to look to his left and, sure enough, Pete’s dick was unfurling within the tight yellow lycra. Pete’s groans took on a deeper tone as his own prostate was ceaselessly stimulated by the dildo. I noted Pete’s massive dick as it tented the fabric of the speedo; every vein pulsing visibly.
Within ten minutes both men were moaning in unwanted arousal and their dicks were throbbing painfully. Five minutes after that both were drenched in sweat and both had stained their speedos with leaking pre-cum. Pawel tried not to look as he heard the two men opposite him lose themselves in stimulation, both desperate for the ordeal to end but both equally frantic with the need to ejaculate.
Moments later Tommy’ eyes widened and he screamed out from behind the gag as he erupted hot jizz into the confines of the pink speedo. Wave after wave of spunk pushed through the shiny fabric and began tracing the length of the younger man’s obvious erection. Tommy’s screams were both of ecstasy and pain as his arsehole clenched around the dildo and he drooled helplessly as his body spasmed and shuddered within the leather straps. It really was something to behold.
Only a few minutes later Pete also shot his hot load into his yellow garment, screaming in ecstatic turmoil and panting like bull in heat. As the river of silver flooded his speedo and dribbled down towards his painfully compressed balls Pete slumped, exhausted, in the bondage chair.
The dildos kept up their unremitting fucking of the two sweaty men and, presently, through the volume of Viagra coursing through their veins, both men realised that they were becoming erect again. Their cries of disbelief and fear rang around the playroom even as I could see that Pawel was feeling the lurch in his gut that signalled that his own ordeal was far from over as more heavy logs began their inexorable passage through his bowels.
20 minutes later and both Pete and Tommy were thrashing in their bonds with the need to cum again. What limited movement there was in the chairs was being tested as Tommy mindlessly tried to thrust himself down onto the dildo inside him; frantic to achieve release. Next to him, Pete’s speedo was soaked in cum and the tip of his massive dick was threatening to escape the waistband. Both men screamed in elation and agony as they pumped their second load into the shiny fabric.
Coming back to exhausted reality, Tommy looked across and realised that Pawel was helplessly shitting himself again; the already burdened underpants tenting ever lower as the muscle man expelled huge logs of crap. Still erect, Pawel cried out in misery as he started to piss himself; the Y-fronts yellowing and becoming transparent enough that Pete and Tommy could see every vein clearly outlined and then soaking down to discolour the previously white fabric as hot urine mixed with the volumes of excrement now barely contained by the sagging garment. I made a mental note to find the key to the locking diaper pants. I felt I was going to need them for the big man in due course.
I went for a nap shortly after the third, exceedingly dry, orgasm hit the lads. There was no pleasure to be had this time around and they both screamed in pain as their prostates were manipulated and the Viagra continued to hold sway over their poor, sore, dicks. Both were still fiercely erect, as was Pawel although you might not notice the big man’s predicament as his cock was now pretty much submerged in his own filth and his underwear resembled a large balloon of excrement. The stench in the playroom must have been vile.
Because I knew that the bags of paste that I’d given the men had different effects, over different time periods, I only napped for half an hour. I returned to the playroom and was greeted not only by the worst set of smells but also a veritable cacophony of gagged pleading, for release, by all three men.
Pete and Tommy were insensate in their bondage, the machines under them still relentlessly fucking their abused arses. Both men’s speedos were stained with cum and sweat and yet both still remained painfully hard and, as I met the eyes of the youngest of the trio, and glanced down at his priapic dick – highlighted in the sperm-soaked lycra – he gave me a look of such exhausted shame that I felt myself harden in the leather codpiece I’d adopted for this scene. Poor youngster. Little did he know that this was just the entrée.
Pete simply hung within his leather straps; drained by the constant milking of his prostate and the incessant punch of the dildo in and out of his virgin ring. His erect dick had finally freed the confines of the spandex and his head was, angrily, protruding from the waistband. He groaned, in discomfort, in time to the movement of the fucking machine but I suspect he had no idea he was doing it.
Pawel had, conversely, regained his furious composure. My assumption was that in spite of the forced incontinence and the part he had to play, reluctantly, in his compatriots’ humiliation, the big guy had moved on to thoughts of revenge. His eyes burned as he watched me saunter towards the trio, even as all could clearly hear him add a farty load to his now unrecognisable underwear. When we locked gaze, and even as the crackle of his incontinence let me know he was actively pooping, he seemed to be saying – is that all you got? I smiled.
