Outward Bound

The man tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and picked up Simon’s scarf. ‘I wasn’t in Scouts so I‘ve always wondered about these’, he said twirling it in his hands. ‘I bet you have some stories about how you practice knots and such like!’ he said with a grin.

Simon kept quiet but the man shouted; ‘if you don’t entertain us we will entertain ourselves some more; at your expense of course!’

For a few minutes Simon wondered what to tell them. Eventually he made a story out of practising knot tying and some of the younger members being tied by the older ones; but the men laughed.

One of them reached down and grabbed Simon’s erect cock and squeezed it hard. Simon gasped in pain as the man hissed; ‘your cock gives the game away. You have done some dark stuff haven’t you?’ Simon coloured with embarrassment and nodded.

‘I think your tongue needs to be lubricated’, the man said and magically a small bottle of amber liquid appeared in his hand. Simon’s mouth was forced open and the fiery liquid poured down his throat. Not used to alcohol Simon gagged and tried to spit the harsh liquid out but it kept coming and he ended up swallowing a lot and was soon feeling light headed.

‘Now tell us what really happened!’ the man shouted as his open fist smacked across Simon’s jaw.

Simon shook his head trying to think straight. ‘When I was a young Scout the older boys didn’t like me much. I didn’t mix with them you see’, he said. ‘My mother always sent me to the troop meetings wearing an immaculately pressed uniform. Even the neckerchief was ironed to perfection which made me stand out as the others didn’t take pride in their uniforms.’

‘After one meeting I was cornered by three of the older boys. I couldn’t stop them tying me to a pillar in the Scout hut. We had plenty of rope you see and they knew what they were doing.’

‘I tried to call out but they used my scarf to silence me and then they removed the belt from my trousers and pulled them down along with my shorts. I knew nothing about ejaculation until that night, but one by one they took my cock and over an hour or so each of the made me climax. The result was smeared all over my uniform and I knew my mother would go mad!’

‘It got worse when two of them went outside and returned with a bucket of mud which they plastered all over me. I was then told not to say anything about who had done this otherwise I would suffer a much worse fate.’

The ropes were untied and they left and I concocted a story about falling on my way home. I’m not sure my mother believed me!’

‘That wasn’t the last time was it?’ one of the men asked with a wicked grin and Simon shook his head; the alcohol ensuring he couldn’t help himself. The man gripped Simon’s cock in his large hand and Simon lay helpless as he pumped it until Simon cried out as he climaxed.

‘We will talk more about that later; but now it’s time to get some sleep’, another of them said and once again Simon was tied and left in the back of the vehicle.