Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Sat May 01, 2010 6:17 pm

The summer before my senior year I got shipped off to summer camp by my parents. I was one of those rebel kids who gave their parents hell during their years in school, and I guess I still am a little bit. My grades had gotten pretty bad and I got in trouble a fair amount. It was kind of like a punishment for me and a reprieve for my parents to get me away from them for a few weeks. (And I do have to admit that it really helped me to mellow some this past year) My siblings also delighted in the fact that they got to go on vacation to the beach while I was at camp.

Anyway, I was stuck at camp for two weeks. I was in a cabin with seven other guys, and one of them was named Furman. I found out that he was actually from around the same area that I was, just a few towns over, and he’d become one of my good friends throughout my senior year. The first couple days of camp were alright, I guess. We did regular camp stuff, like hiking, swimming, riding bikes, and games of football, soccer, baseball, etc. I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I was going to, but I still wished I could have spent the time at the beach or at home with my friends. But then I found out that my time at camp would be worth it.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon May 03, 2010 4:38 pm

It wasn’t really required, but for the most part the campers were asked to participate in camp activities. We weren’t asked to do anything in particular, there were lots of choices, the counselors just wanted us to be doing something each day. So each morning all of the campers walked from the cabins across to the main part of camp, where all of the activities were held. It was pretty far from the cabins to the main camp, so we just stayed in the main camp from breakfast through dinner and then headed back to the cabins.

Twice during the week, Furman, one of the guys in my cabin, complained of a sick stomach and asked the counselors if he could return to our cabin after breakfast and lie down. They asked him if he wanted the nurse, but both times he just said it happened all the time and he needed to rest for a while and he’d feel all right. The first day he returned shortly after lunch and hung out with us for the rest of the day. The second time he felt sick though, he never came back, and when I never saw him come back I headed back to the cabin to check on him.

Let me give you a quick picture first. Furman was about 6’2” tall and he had short blond hair. He was sort of an average looking guy, not really skinny or athletic, but not overweight. He always wore simple t-shirts and basketball shorts, and he had a size 12 pair of black and white addidas basketball shoes. As for me, if anyone hasn’t read my other stories, I’m about 6’5”, medium-blond hair, and size 14 feet. Anyway, I trekked the long distance back to our cabin that day and walked in. I was completely amazed by what I saw.

Furman was lying on the floor, shirtless and barefoot with his arms and legs tied loosely together in a hogtie. It wasn’t very tight, but the knots were securely tied and he wasn’t able to wiggle his way out of them. He was gagged with tape, over what looked like a sock in his mouth. He immediately flushed red when I walked in. I walked over to him and peeled the tape off of his mouth and he spit out the sock. He was silent for a moment, trying to think of some lie to tell me, but then I broke the silence asking him if he liked to be tied up. He hung his head low and told me, embarrassed, that he did. He explained that he had faked sick so that he could come back to the cabin to tie himself up, only this time he forgot to leave the scissors on the floor. They were out of his reach on the table.

I sat back and laughed about his situation, stuck with no way out and decided that I should take advantage of the opportunity. I told him that he shouldn’t be embarrassed, then grabbed some more rope and started tying tighter and better knots on his wrists and ankles. He looked around in surprise and asked what was going on. I told him that since he liked to be tied up, I was going to help him out. I promised that I wasn’t going to tell anyone and that I liked it too. He started to ask me some more questions but I cut him off with another sock and several layers of duct tape.

I made the hogtie much tighter, restricting his movement a lot more. Then I added a small rope around his big toes, and tied his thumbs together as well. I told him I’d leave him the scissors on the floor and he could try to get himself out after I left. I wished him luck and told him I’d be back before anyone else, so that he wouldn’t be discovered by anyone else in case he couldn’t free himself. Then I walked out the door and left him tied up on the floor of our cabin. He still looked a little shocked about everything that had just happened.

A couple of hours later, just before dinner, Furman walked into the main camp area. He caught my eye as he walked up and gave me a little smirk. We still had a week and half at camp, and I could tell that we were going to have quite a good time.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Boundgal08 » Tue May 04, 2010 1:55 am

A good story so far

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Re: Summer Camp

Postby camguy » Fri May 07, 2010 2:55 am

Great story hope to here what happens for the rest of the summer :bondage: :bondage1: :spank; :tied: :bound: :tickle: :gag:

Re: Summer Camp

Postby canuck100 » Fri May 07, 2010 3:52 am

Great story! You're lucky to have been able to play TUGs at summer camp: I don't think I ever had a "private moment" at the camp I went to; so no tugs possible... Looking forward to reading what happened for the rest your the week and a half there.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Sat May 15, 2010 6:06 am

So it wasn’t until the end of that week that we ended up tying each other up again. That morning, Furman and I walked to main camp (we weren’t going to use the sick excuse anymore, for fear that we’d use it too much). We had breakfast and then we started to hang out for a little while. Then cautiously we sipped away from the main camp and got back to the cabins without anyone noticing. I asked Furman how he wanted to be tied this time, but he told me he thought it should be my turn since he was tied up last time. We argued for a minute, but then I told him how my friends and I had settled this before (at least when we didn’t wrestle each other to decide it).

We were going to have a competition with a bet on it. Loser gets tied up. I had a deck of cards and we decided that blackjack was an easy enough game to make a bet on for tying. The first to lose 10 games was going to be the winner. So we started off and Furman quickly took a lead that I just never caught up too. He got luck and immediately won five hands in a row, then I won three during the time it took Furman to win his last five. He totally destroyed me, and I hung my head. Then Furman told me he had a really good idea about tying me.

He told me to strip to my boxers, so I took off my t-shirt and cargo shorts and stood there in front of him wearing a bright white pair of boxer briefs. Then he tied my arms together behind my back. He sat me down on the bed and quickly put my low-cut white socks and blue nikes back on my feet. I asked him what he was doing, but he silenced me with a dirty sock from the floor and several pieces of tape. Then he pulled me up and led me to the door and out into the camp. I immediately tried to get away, but Furman was very strong and kept a good grip on me. I knew that I had no choice. I continued to go where he directed me, off into the woods a little ways.

Furman finally brought me over to a fairly large tree, which he backed me up against. He untied my arms and stretched them around the tree. He tied them together at the back, and he was very efficient at tying the knots. My arms were tied very tightly and weren’t going anywhere. He then moved down to my feet. He must have been very prepared for this because he pulled out some rope and two tent stakes. He spread my feet as far apart as they’d go and he staked each one to the ground so I was standing with my legs spread wide open. Then, for added precautions, Furman added a rope around my waist and my chest, which he tied tightly around the tree. He also took several very long strips of duct tape which he placed on my forehead around the tree so that I couldn’t even move my head.

After that, Furman was finally finished with me. He collected his things and then wished me good luck. I tried to call after him, but I could only mpphh softly. I wished he’d have done anything else, anything but tying me up out in the woods. Normally, it would have been fine if we were home in the woods near my house, because there’s no one around, but here kids walked through the woods all the time. I was afraid I would be discovered tied up in this embarrassing situation and my fears were well founded.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat May 15, 2010 6:32 am

Wow! I'm loving THIS story! That was a very creative way of getting tied to a tree; I'd have never thought of the staking the feet wide apart angle, and I thought I'd been tied in every way imaginable when I was young! Too bad I'll never get to try THAT technique on someone (or worse yet never get it tried on ME!). Sounds awesome! This guy must've been VERY experienced in this sort of thing from you're saying! :twisted:
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby pinochio892000 » Sun May 16, 2010 8:12 am

Interesting story. So, what happened next? Can't wait to hear more from u

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Qarl » Mon May 17, 2010 6:17 pm

Nice! If you decide to write more, i'll enjoy reading it! thanks! :wink:

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Thu May 27, 2010 11:37 am

I had been standing there for nearly two hours attempting to free myself from the bonds when I was discovered. My hands were tied well and the knots wouldn’t come untied for anything I did, and my feet were tied securely to the stakes. I tried to just pull the stakes out, but they were pushed into the ground towards me and were too big to simply pull from the ground. And the added rope and duct tape kept my body very still against the tree. I couldn’t move at all as two boys happened to be walking past me. They seemed to be about freshmen, and they had that “cool kid” air about them. You probably know the types, the ones who try to be all big and bad and cool, but they’re really just kind of wannabies.

Well anyway, I knew that wannabies or not, I was going to get a lot of trouble from these kids. I was perfectly still, hoping they wouldn’t notice me, but when you’re a very tall, nearly naked white guy tied up in the woods, there’s pretty much zero chance that you don’t get noticed. They noticed me rather quickly and made their way over. I renewed my struggles in my bonds, knowing I didn’t want to be at the mercy of these two, but Furman had done his job well. The two boys laughed at me as they watched me struggle fruitlessly against the rope and tape. I found out from their conversation that the taller of the two boys was named Mark, and the shorter one was named Kevin. Mark turned out to be the leader of the two, so he was the first to walk over and start torturing me. I guessed that Kevin was the one who normally got tied up or picked on by Mark.

My legs were held wide open, leaving my crotch exposed perfectly for an attack. Mark walked over and gave me a little pop on my crotch. It was just hard enough that it did not feel good, but he held back just enough so that it didn’t hurt. I moaned into my gag and struggled in my bonds some more, but of course I was still going nowhere. Mark continued to pop my crotch, and he started hitting a little bit harder each time. Finally, it started hurting really bad. My eyes got really big and I started screaming into my gag. I gave Mark the most pathetic begging look that I could manage, hoping that he’d stop soon. Mark gave me one last really hard smack and I screamed one more time before he finally stopped hitting my crotch. But they weren’t nearly done yet.

Mark whispered in Kevin’s ear, and they both walked up next to me. I looked at them for a second, then they both grabbed a nipple each and twisted as hard as they could. I screamed as loud as I could, which unfortunately was not all that loud with Furman’s sock stuffed in my mouth. Then while Kevin continued to entertain himself by twisting my stinging nipples, Mark moved down and started slapping my exposed stomach. He kept that up for a pretty long time, and I eventually had a nice red stomach. I thought that I had been tortured forever, but it was still before lunch time because Furman had not been back to check on me yet. It was about that time that Furman came walking up through the woods. He saw Mark and Kevin standing there and he ran up to us. He asked what was going on. Mark stammered for a second, trying to think of something, but he just yelled for Kevin to help him. They jumped on top of Furman, and outnumbered two to one, Furman was down in no time. Unfortunately for both of us, he had brought his bag back out with him, so Mark and Kevin searched in it and brought out his rope and duct tape.

They stood Furman up and made his strip like me to his dark blue boxer briefs and his old basketball shoes and tall black socks. Then they tied his arms tightly behind his back. Then I was taken off the tree and my arms were simply tied behind my back like Furman’s. We stood there next to each other waiting for them to tell us where to go. They told us to kick off our shoes and socks. Then Mark grabbed Furman’s socks and Kevin grabbed my socks and we were gagged with each other’s dirty socks. Then they led us slowly deeper into the woods.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu May 27, 2010 1:56 pm

Gosh, talk about a rescue gone bad! :twisted:
Can't wait to hear the rest of THIS story!
BTW do you mean high school freshmen or college freshmen?
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby tiedup101 » Sun May 30, 2010 5:19 am

Great story, as usual! Can't wait to hear more!
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby Misquamicut » Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:00 am

Great writing! This story is really getting me ... excited.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Z » Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:05 pm

So were you guys barefoot now, or wearing shoes but no socks?

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:44 pm

yea, we were barefoot. by then we were both shirtless, no pants, and they had taken our shoes and socks. we were both wearing only our underwear.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:47 pm

It was slow going with no shoes walking through the woods, but we finally got to a spot that the two boys liked. They told us to stop and lie down on the ground. We both just complied and lied down. I felt Mark roughly grab my feet and tie them extremely tight, then he secured my arms and legs together in a hogtie. Furman was tied exactly the same as me, a very tight and restrictive hogtie. Mark was an experienced tier, and he added a string around our toes and duct tape over our hands to prevent our escape.

Mark then took our shoes and Furman’s shirt and stuffed them in Furman’s bag, which he was going to drop off behind our cabin. But then he left Furman’s shorts on the ground between us. He said the first person to get free could take the shorts and go back to camp. He told us that we’d probably want them, because otherwise we’d be naked. Furman and I were confused at first, but then Mark pulled out a pocketknife and sliced both of our briefs off then stuffed the remains into the bag as well, leaving us hogtied naked in the woods, with only a pair of shorts between us.

Furman and I screamed furiously into each other’s sock gags, but it was to no avail. Mark and Kevin grabbed all of the stuff, wished us luck, and then took off. Furman and I just sat there looking at one another, tied up, naked, and sucking each other’s nasty socks. We just lay there for a few minutes looking at each other, and then we both looked at the shorts. We both started struggling as hard as we could, both thinking the same thing.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:28 pm

Sounds like a revenge plot may be brewing against those two jokers who left you in that predicament! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: !!!
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby Z » Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:48 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Sounds like a revenge plot may be brewing against those two jokers who left you in that predicament! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: !!!


Which is why I always recommend taking blackmail pictures.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:26 pm

Oh yes, we were about ready to kill for revenge after that experience. Those boys didn't even know what they were in for. That'll be coming up really soon.



Neither one of us seemed to be making very much progress. We struggled for a long time, but it seemed fairly fruitless. We were both able to make short work of the gags however, so we could talk to each other after that. Of course, neither of us mentioned our plans to take the shorts with us leaving the other naked, but we both knew that was what the other was thinking. We simply plotted our revenge on Mark and Kevin, planning on putting them both through hell once we were free. And eventually, I succeeded. :big:

I finally managed to arch my back even further, allowing my hands to grab my exposed heels. After grabbing my feet, I crawled my hands along the rope until I felt a knot underneath my fingers, and was able to loosen it slightly. That was all I needed though. After the first knot became looser, the rest easily unraveled. Within a few minutes, I was free of that stupid tie and I had luckily beat Furman to the punch. He angrily told me that I’d better not leave him there, but I just pretended to comfort him as I stuffed the dirty sock back in his mouth and tied it in with one of the ropes that had just come off of my arms. I then felt over and double checked his knots, making sure that he wouldn’t be free before I got back. Then I grabbed his shorts and put them on, and ran off back to the cabin.

I stayed there for a while, mostly just to make him get nervous that I might leave him there. I totally blamed him for being found by Mark and Kevin, so I thought that he deserved a little extra punishment before I went back to set him free. I got back to the cabin, got dressed, grabbed our stuff (which Mark and Kevin kindly left behind our cabin) and got a set of clothes to take to Furman. Finally after about an hour of sitting there and letting him sweat, I made my way back into the woods.

Furman heard me coming and resumed his angry struggle against the ropes and glaring at me. I apologized for leaving him there and going back without him, but I told him that he deserved it for leaving me tied up nearly naked in the woods earlier. I also pointed out to him that it was his fault that the two of us ended up prisoners of the two younger boys, and that they could have done much worse to us than they did. I told him that I did bring him his clothes, so he was slightly less mad at me, but he was still really angry. I made him promise not to attack me once I let him out, and told him to focus his anger on getting revenge. He agreed and I cut his rope bonds off.

As soon as he was free, he punched me really hard on the arm, but we were cool after that. I gave him his clothes and shoes, and then we headed back to camp. We agreed that we’d lay off tying each other, at least for a little while, until we’d gotten our revenge. When we got back to camp, we happened to see Mark and Kevin walking back into the cabin area. They both waved and giggled at us, but Furman and I weren’t laughing at all. We shot them looks of absolute hatred, and they both saw the venom in our eyes. They knew they had unleashed a beast that was coming to get them. They looked at each other and took off running.

Furman and I looked at each other and smiled, knowing that there was no way that they could hide from us. They were dead.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 21, 2010 2:52 pm

I hope you remembered the old adage that "Revenge is a dish best served cold!" :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Still a good story. I'll be interested in seeing what form your revenge took.
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jun 21, 2010 3:16 pm

Oh yes, I think it was quite possibly the worst things I'd ever done to someone that I'd tied up. Looking back, it was probably quite a bit over the top, but it seemed like an appropriate punishment at the time, and a lot of people agreed that those little brats deserved what they got.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Z » Mon Jun 21, 2010 8:05 pm

alveyman77 wrote:Oh yes, I think it was quite possibly the worst things I'd ever done to someone that I'd tied up. Looking back, it was probably quite a bit over the top, but it seemed like an appropriate punishment at the time, and a lot of people agreed that those little brats deserved what they got.


PLEASE don't leave us hanging another week+ to find out how you got revenge!

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:34 pm

alveyman77 wrote:Oh yes, I think it was quite possibly the worst things I'd ever done to someone that I'd tied up. Looking back, it was probably quite a bit over the top, but it seemed like an appropriate punishment at the time, and a lot of people agreed that those little brats deserved what they got.

Worse than Jordan?!!! :shock:
THIS I have GOT to hear about!!! :twisted:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:38 pm

oh yes, what we did to those boys was much worse than what we did to jordan. at least he got all the way home without being seen by anybody, if you know what i mean.



The next day, Furman and I woke up early, executing our master plan that we had concocted the night before. Mark and Kevin were known as evil little douche bags all around camp, so almost anybody that we asked agreed to cover for us. (We didn’t explain the full story of what had happened, just that we were extremely pissed and they deserved every bit of what was going to happen.) So first thing in the morning, before anyone started getting up, Furman and I got dressed and snuck away to Mark’s cabin. One of the other guys that was in there left the door cracked open for us during the night. Furman snuck in like a ghost, not making a sound and crept over to Mark’s bunk.

Then he worked some crazy ninja shit, and without waking Mark up, got the perfect blackmail pictures on him. Furman slipped a gay porno mag (I’m pretty sure that he’s not gay, but I didn't even want to ask him where he got it) into the boys arms and snapped a few more pictures. He had one of those instant printing kind of cameras, so he took the pictures and laid them on top of Mark’s chest, with a short note, telling him that we had copies and that he should come into the woods alone. We hoped that the young boy’s pride would bring him right into our trap, and phase one of the plan was done.

So the next thing to do was wait. We went back to our cabin to wait for the morning so no one missed us. Then we snuck into the woods behind Mark’s cabin and waited for him to wake up. About half an hour later we weren’t disappointed when the wannabe cool-kid emerged from his cabin looking very sheepish and nervous. He looked around a lot before he slipped off into the woods, straight into our trap.

He walked right passed us so we fell into step behind him, following him pretty deep into the woods before we called out his name. He jumped around, and seeing us he knew that we were the ones responsible. He immediately called us some bad names and said for us to give him the pics. He was really surprised when Furman pulled out the offensive snapshots and tore them to pieces. Then we told him that we didn’t want to keep the pictures, we just wanted to get him into the woods alone, where he stood no chance.

He caught what we were saying, but it was far too late for him. He tried to turn and run, but Furman and I pounced on him and wrestled him to the ground. It was no trouble to defeat the scrawny little kid, and Furman sat on his back as I expertly tied his wrists and ankles together. In no time he was strictly hog tied, and wasn’t going to be getting free any time soon. We stripped his shoes and socks off his feet and stuffed his black footie socks into his mouth. Furman secured them in with layers upon layers of duct tape, making sure that he couldn’t get them out.

Then, with our prisoner tightly bound and subdued, we took a few more pictures of him, continuing our master plan.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby tiedup101 » Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:51 pm

Ery good! Continue pleaseeeee!
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:06 am

sorry its been so long guys. i was on vacation with my family, and i didn't get the chance to finish the story. i'll wrap it up real quick now.



I left Furman with the prisoner and went off to camp looking for the other soon-to-be-tied SOB. I quickly found him, and started following him around the camp, waiting for the perfect moment to catch him alone. Finally, his other friends went on ahead of him and I ran up next to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped around and asked me what I wanted. I showed him one of the pictures of Mark tied up in the forest and said that Kevin had better come rescue his fearless leader. Kevin was speechless, and a little afraid, but he just turned around and ran off. I knew that kind of kid though, and I knew that he was naïve enough to come try and save his best friend. All we had to do was wait.

I walked back into the woods to help Furman with our other prisoner, but as I got closer, I noticed something was wrong. I didn’t hear Furman’s voice, I heard Mark. And as I approached the clearing I realized why. Furman was once again completely naked and standing tied to a tree. I silently cursed my dumbass friend, but I figured that I could easily take Mark now that the playing field was evened.

So I dashed out into the clearing and tackled him to the ground. In just a few short moments, I had him bound and tightly hogtied, using another of his black socks as a gag behind some duct tape. After I was sure Mark wasn’t going anywhere, I turned to Furman and asked him what happened. I ripped the duct tape off of his face and he spit out a dirty sock. He told me that he absentmindedly taking Mark over to the tree and wasn’t prepared when Mark suddenly jumped up at him. He had apparently gotten loose from his bonds and was just waiting for the moment to get the jump on one of us.

I told Furman how stupid he was one last time, and then decided that I would let him out, even though I thought he might deserve to stay tied there since he was stupid enough to let himself be captured. But anyway, I let him down and he got dressed again, and we prepared from Kevin coming. And a few minutes later we weren’t disappointed. He came walking down the path towards us and we prepared to capture him as well.

Furman and I hid, leaving Mark out in the middle of the clearing to be discovered. Kevin ran up, and proudly told Mark that he was going to rescue him. Mark starting mmpphing at him as loud as he could, but Kevin didn’t get the message. He finally pulled the tape off of Mark’s mouth, but Mark yelled that it was a trap just a little too late.

Furman and I ran out from our hiding places and tackled Kevin to the ground too. He was quickly tied and gagged as well, and we were prepared to begin the final stage of our revenge. But we had to wait for the perfect time.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby alveyman77 » Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:19 am

here's the last part.



We waited a couple of hours, torturing our prisoners on and off while we waited. We found out that both of them are very ticklish, and both of them really hated the smell of feet. They thought that torture was bad enough, but they found out later that night how awful it’d be.

Right after dinner, the campers were going to be coming back to the cabins soon, so Furman and I got our captives ready. We stripped them both naked and left their clothes there in the woods. Then we each threw one of them over our shoulder and carried them up to the path between the main camp and the cabins. We threw the tied boys down on the ground and took them one at a time.

We started with Kevin. We pulled the naked boy to his feet and dragged him to a tree right next to the path. We forced him back up against the tree and pulled his arms up over his head. Then we duct taped him in place. We put duct tape at his wrists, elbows, then around his body, and finally duct taped his knees and ankles into place. He wasn’t going anywhere. Then we turned around for Mark.

Mark knew exactly what we were planning, but there was nothing he could do about it. He started crying, begging us to let him go, but we weren’t about to stop now. We pulled the sniveling boy to his feet and tied him exactly the same as Kevin, directly across the path from each other. Both boys knew that the campers were on the way, and they knew they were stuck. Furman and I didn’t want to get caught there tying them, so we grabbed our stuff and took off running through the woods.


So the first group of campers got to them and then the story of the naked guys tied to trees spread like wildfire all the way back through the line. Furman and I rejoined it about halfway back, and we pressed our way forward to see them like everyone else. Everyone crowded around the trees, laughing so hard at them, but Mark and Kevin just sheepishly tried to shy away from everyone, both of them tearing up quite a bit. Finally a counselor heard about what happened and he ran up to let them go, but the damage was done.

Mark and Kevin were instantly the laughing stock of the whole camp. They walked around with their heads held low for the next two days until their moms came to get them. Of course they accused us, and several of the campers knew it was us, but they all hated them too, so they backed us up. Unable to prove we were involved, the counselors simply let it go. I don’t think they were all that fond of those kids either.

But anyway, that was the worst revenge I think I’ve ever pulled on anyone is. After that, Furman and I decided that camp was not the greatest place to try to tied each other up, so we figured that we’d just wait until we went home at the end of the next week and we’d tie each other up then. So that was the end of the best week at camp I’d ever had.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby tiedup101 » Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:51 am

Great revenge. I would never get over that, having hundreds of other people being able to view my junk and laugh at my helplessness. Is there more stories to come?
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Re: Summer Camp

Postby Z » Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:40 am

Great story, great revenge, and I can't wait to hear more.

Re: Summer Camp

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jul 07, 2010 12:57 pm

All in all it sounds like it was a fun camping trip. :big:
Plan anything like that for THIS summer? :twisted:
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