Outward Bound

‘Get dressed!’ was the order and he quickly pulled his uniform back on.

‘Hands behind your back!’ Simon felt rope being looped around them and then pulled tight. More rope went around his ankles and when he looked at the knot he realised why they asked him to teach them that particular knot. He wasn’t going to unpick it by himself.

The men made him sit on the bale of hay and unzipped his trousers which were then pulled down to his thighs along with his boxers. His penis was erect in no time.

‘You say you ejaculated three times back in the day whilst tied up by those lads. Let’s see if you are still capable of that!’

The men took it in turns and they never let up even when Simon had climaxed and his cock was sensitive and sore. The jets of sperm got less each time, but his uniform shirt was stained by the time they finally stopped.

‘Not a bad effort; you could probably have done a few more!’ one of the men said patting his limp cock which was red raw. He pulled the scarf from around Simon’s neck. ‘It’s time this served a proper purpose and one you know only too well!’ he said folding it into a strip and tying a double knot in it.

He removed the dishcloth and replaced it with the scout scarf. The double knot forced the filthy rag deeper into his mouth.

The man held up the woggle that had secured the scarf. ‘I think there is a much better use for this little thing!’ He forced it all the way down Simon’s limp shaft until it rested on his balls.

‘So I guess your current predicament takes you back to your youth. Here you are bound, gagged and wearing your uniform which is no longer pristine; but perhaps it’s not filthy enough.’ The man pulled his cock out and emptied his bladder over Simon’s prostrate form. The others laughed and followed suit.