Outward Bound

The following morning in a new location the men finally bagged their “monarch” and Simon heard them say they were ending on a very lucrative high.

The drive went on for hours but eventually they pulled into a garage or a barn. From the back of the vehicle Simon couldn’t tell which. When he was untied and helped out of the back Simon saw a large stack of antlers in the corner; it seemed they had been very busy.

‘You didn’t finish your story’, the man in charge said and Simon looked confused; he wasn’t at all sure what he had told them whilst under the influence of the alcohol.

‘You said it wasn’t your last time being tied up in Scouts!’ the man reminded him.

Simon tried to say he couldn’t remember, but the man slapped him hard across the face; ‘tell us and we might let you go!’

Immediately that event at the summer camp came to his mind; but he couldn’t tell the men. The leader however sensed he had something to say and he drove his fist into Simon’s stomach; ‘I can keep this up all day until you tell us!’ he hissed.

Simon quickly made up his mind. ‘I was 16 and it was a Scout summer camp. The younger boys shared one tent and the older ones, which included me, shared another. The Leaders slept in a cottage some distance away.’

‘One night I was woken by a hand clamping over my mouth. As I struggled I was pulled from the camp bed I was sleeping on to stand in front of my peers. It seemed that all the boys in the tent were in on whatever they had planned.’

‘My night clothes were pulled from me and rope secured my wrists and ankles. A dishcloth was forced into my mouth and my Scout scarf tied over my mouth holding it in place and effectively gagging me.’

I didn’t need to look down to see I had a hard erection. It became a target and I moaned with pleasure as it was stroked by two of the boys; however any release wasn’t on their minds.’

‘I was picked up and carried out of the tent and into the woods. Two of the boys carried torches and soon I could see we were in a clearing a little way from the camp.’

‘Wooden stakes were driven into the ground using a tent pole hammer and in no time I was tied to them with my arms and legs stretched out in an X.’

‘I watched helplessly as honey was smeared over my genitals. One of the boys smirked as he dipped his finger in the honey and shoved it into my arse. More honey was plastered over my nipples.’

‘I was told that would teach me a lesson; although what I had done I didn’t know. What I also didn’t know at the time was the spot had been chosen because there was an ant nest nearby. Of course they were attracted by the honey and soon my body was crawling with them and although I struggled I couldn’t shake them off. I was getting bitten everywhere and some of the places were very sensitive! The gag prevented me calling for help.’

‘The boys came back before everyone else woke and I was escorted back to our tent. I was told not to say anything and this is the first time I have spoken of it.’

‘The rest of the time in camp was not pleasant as everywhere on my body itched and despite showering I couldn’t get rid of the sticky honey.’