Camping in the Great Outdoors

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Aug 14, 2010 11:29 am

When I was 13, I attended camp for the first time. It was a Fishing Camp, and we would go out to the water and fish. There was a lake in the camp and beautiful trees and hiking trails excited me. There was cabins with bunk beds, and some were standard hotel lodges. I felt good going to camp as a teenager. Little did I know how devious the campers would become. There was rumors of pranksters and people who would tie up new campers as some part of initiation, but I doubted it, but I would not be right.

In the spring morning of March, I was wearing my bathing suit, with a towel drapped around my shoulder. I thought that swimming would be an excellent time to cool off during free time which lasted for 2 hours. There was a olympic swimming pool with lanes, and a diving board in the main pool with more space. I chose to go to the main pool to swim along with my friends. I pushed open the gate, and went to the steps to the pool. I walked carefully down the steps into the water. The water was icy cold and it became uncomfortable for me for a while, but when I put my arms to my side, and starting swimming in a freestyle, I became accustomed to it, and it did not bother me again. It was exciting to swim, and it would get better. My friends called me over to play water volleyball. I accepted, and we ended up beating the other team 21-20 in a close match-up. After water volleyball, I took some times jumping off the diving board to the deep end. I did a couple of cannonballs, and it splattered water on some of the boys and girls watching me. They looked at me and seemed to be a bit annoyed, as they told me to stop. I ignored them, and concentrated on my final dive. I did a back flip cannonball into the water. Shortly after my final dive, free time was nearly over, so I dried off, and walked the trail back to my cabin.

Halfway along the way, I was walking down a narrow shortcut, when I heard giggling from the bushes. I did not who was giggling or why the person was giggling. I just paid no attention to it as I continued to walk. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my neck from behind. I was in shock as this happened, and tried to free myself, but it was futile. They had me in a sleeping hold, and I drifted off to a slumber. What I did not know was that after putting me to sleep, two boys and two girls had carried me by my arms and legs to an isolated area near the river. They put my back aganist a tree, and had gagged me with a piece of rag and held it in place by saran wrap and duct tape. They had tied my hands behind my back around the tree, and duct taped my legs together. When I woke up, I was in a helpless position, unable to comprehend my predicament.

The two boys and girls was a lot older then me, and asked me a basic question. Why, you a newbie, would cause trouble through your cannonballs? I refused to answer their question, and kept my mouth shut. They asked me, if I thought it was funny to do that? Again, I hesitated to answer in fear that they would use it against me. The two boys was not pleased by my responses. They ripped off more duct tape from the roll, and used it to wrap tape around my torso, around my stomach, and I was blindfolded by a night mask. In one short moment, everything around me had disappeared from sight. I got scared but did not dare tell them anything. I did hear one girl said, I think this boy needs to be taught a lesson.

My heart starting beating faster from the stress induced from the people that tied me up. Suddenly, I felt something poke me in my armpits. I hollered with pain, but did not realize that it was a stick that should not have hurt me. It was all in my mind that it was something more terrible because my eye sight was gone. They poked me with the stick for ten minutes, and then they got bored. Someone wrapped their arm around my neck, while someone else started to cut off my hair, one layer at a time. If I could speak, they would have heard me complaining about my beautiful hair. Someone else took snips of my hair using a pair of scissors. Then, after all my hair was perceived to be removed, Someone took a photograph of me. Finally, I heard foot steps of people walking away from me. Now, I became concerned. Was this some kind of initation that the kids had warned me about? Did I just become a victim because I was a newbie?

The questions raced in my mind as they continued their onslaught. Since my perception of time was lost, it could have been five minutes, five hours, or five days since they had tied me up. When I heard footsteps return to me, I was panicking. For the first time, I regretted going to camp. Then, someone told me that it was only going to get better. I did not understand if it means the torture will be more sosphiscated or it would be over soon. I found my answer when the people holding me captive removed me from the tree by cutting me loose. The blindfold was kept on, as one person grabbed my left hand, and led me to an unknown place. I did not want to resist because I thought if a cooperated, I would be peacefully released.

When we arrived at the destination, one of the people pulled my arms behind my back, and placed handcuffs on my wrists. I heard a boat arrive with its steam engines. I felt someone grab my feet, while someone else grabbed my tummy. They tossed me, and I landed hard on a wooden deck. I felt hands grabbing me, as they carried me creaking down steps. When I was let go, a couple of people grabbed me, and tied my hands above my head to a railing.

To Be Continued.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Camping in the Great Outdoors

Postby Jay Feely » Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:01 pm

Beneath me, something heavy and made of metal was being tied around my feet. Whoever had taken me aganist my will knew what they were doing. Then, one of them spoke to me for the first time in the house. "Do you know why you are here"? I decided to remain silent again, and he responded "Because you have been a bad boy and deserves to be punished". Now, I was starting to get a little worried. The person was male, and from the sound of his voice, I figured he was around 25-30

I said to him "Was it because of my cannonballs I did at the pool because if it was, I am sorry and just let me go please, I am begging you"
"It is because of the cannonballs but you have been very bad for doing that, so my boys, girls, and I will have some fun with you"
"No please, please just let me go and we can talk about this"
"Sorry, you had plenty of chances to play nice, but now you will suffer"
"What are you going to do to me" I said wimpering in fear
"We are going to make you our slave for an entire weekend"

Oh no, I realized that camp was a weekly event, and for my beginning of camp, I was going to be tortured. This was my punishment for disturbing the peace at the pool. Prehaps if I had not done those cannonballs, none of this would have happened to me. I started to think that maybe other campers who misbehaved or annoyed people had gotten the same treatment. I kept myself thinking that everything would be okay if I do not complained, but it seemed to be useless to think that now. There I was, tied to a railing, with no leverage to make any demands, and cleary from the tone of his voice, which sounded angry and annoyed, I was not going to get my way.

"Shall we begin" said the men.

I braced myself for the inevitable, and it soon started. I felt his hand reach for an object, that was thin. He dipped the object into some kind of liquid, and painted on my chest. I giggled because it was a ticklish feeling. I felt him draw straight lines, horizontal and vertical on my chest. He did it slowly and carefully as if I was his homework assignment. He seemed to be very percise. He wrote out letters and words. From the way he drew out the lines, I determined that he wrote "Bad Boy" on my chest. He ran over every stroke a lot of times. I did not suspect that he took any interest in my laughter since he never spoke during this time. Then, he wrote something on my arms, which I thought was "Punish Me" one word on each arm. After 20 minutes of body painting, my captor stopped, and I heard the brush hit the floor.

Then, he left, and said to me "Wait until people start coming in".
"What, what do you mean? :cry:

I felt tears flowing down my face. As he creeped up the stairs, he laughed all the way. When I heard the door shut, I prayed that nothing bad would happen to me. The position of my body had a heavy strain on my body as it was aching all over especially on my spinal column. I waited for what seemed like endless time until I heard the door open. There was voices of what appeared to be teenagers. They were talking amongest themselves, saying stuff like "He is Cute", and "Oh, we will have fun playing with this guy"

Before I knew it, they did stuff to my body. One person opened something, and started to spread a substance on my chest. I did not know what it was, but it was very sticky. The product was rubbed and attached to my chest till it covered it all up.

"What is that? I said out loud
"Oh, you are going to love it"
"What is that supposed to mean?

Then, from out of the blue, the people started to lick it off my chest. I was dismayed that people had the guts to lick me. This was a new experience for me. One person finally told me what it was. Apparently, it was chipotle barbeque sauce. I was suprised at his response because we were in the middle of nowhere in a desolated town. Someone had brought the product from another town or made it themselves. The people continued to lick it off until it stopped. I reasoned that my chest must have been cleaned off.

"How do you feel"? said a person

The sound of his voice was low and did not seem to fit the profile of a teenager. I believed that it was a kid talking to me. Now, kids go wild, and would do anything to torture people. The kid had a boyish voice. Then, a loud noise was heard in the background. I was not happy because I dislike loud noises. The rascals had turned it on full volume, and I was irritated. I tried to not listen to it, but it was too loud. The people quietly went back upstairs leaving me tortured by the intensity of the sound. For a long time, no one turned it off. Then, I heard people coming down again. They turned off the music and returned to torturing me in other ways.

The night continued in a crazy fashion. Some people thought it was funny to spray some kind of product on my chest, which I assumed with silly string. I had people pie me in the face, and refusing to lick it off or clean it off. Some people got innovative because they put nails through my foot. People also force fed me liver and onions because I had recognized the taste. The food was disgusting. Other people put mud on my hair.

Finally, after what seemed like an enternity, the owner of the house returned. He said that everyone should return home and leave me alone. They relunctly agreed, and left me there with the owner. The boy untied me from my position, and removed my blindfold. I saw an opportunity to escape, but he said to me "Do not be stupid and try to run boy". I ignored him, and tried to get out through the door, but he was faster then me, and tightly held me in place. "You had made a poor decision my friend" He knocked me out.

When I awoke, I found myself handcuffed to a bed. I was still shirtless and barefoot. My captor returned, and finally introduced himself as Omar. He is the defender of the camp, assigned to punish naughty boys like me. While other people was enjoying swimming, hiking, and rock climbing, I was his captive until he released. He gave me some rules. I would be tortured every night from 7 pm to 11 pm non-stop. Before the torture session, I would have to empty my bladdar. I would be allowed to be free from 10 am to 6:50 pm, but I would have to earn my privileges by helping around the woods. I would have to pick up berries, trim some trees, mow the lawn, and run some errands. If I am caught trying to escape, I would handcuffed to my bed again for hours. He had placed socks around my wrists and ankles so I would not lose circulation because of it. Refusing to do my chores was going to earn me a spanking. He let me know my fate. I would have to stay at this facuility for the reminder of camp. Tears rolled down my face, as I knew I was going to be his slave and it was going to be a long week at camp.

The End.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Camping in the Great Outdoors

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 15, 2010 6:55 am

You write some pretty good, well written stories but Jeez they get awful sad and dark sometimes!
For your own sake I hope at least SOME your actual experiences with TuGs were happier than stories like these!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Camping in the Great Outdoors

Postby Jay Feely » Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:37 am

In real life, the stories are happier. I just love the idea of crime and punishment, kidnappings, and role playing. That's my writing style.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Camping in the Great Outdoors

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:14 am

jay wrote:In real life, the stories are happier. I just love the idea of crime and punishment, kidnappings, and role playing. That's my writing style.


Yes, I've noticed that pattern - especially the punishment side of it. :big: That's fine, as long as you're writing for the pleasure of it and not as a therapeutic response to pain as some I have known did(and which some of what you told me previously gave me reason to believe might have been the case with you). Well, nothing wrong with the seond reason either of course except that the first one is a more more pleasant rason to actually be experiencing, as is the case with me. What others might have seen as cruel pranks, harrassment, bullying or worse being played on me I thoroughly enjoyed as my idea of fun (which my 'captors' thoroughly understood), though there were times when they pushed my limits a bit (like the handful of timesI was all but forced by my then gf Julia to crossdress in my freshman and sophomore years of high school), but it was all in fun for the most part. The only 'punishment' I considered worthy of the name was when I was tied up and then left alone/ignored!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...