Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 16:31:12 +0000
From: Shy Boy <snbist@hotmail.com>
Subject: More Fun at Scouts

Remembering back, the most common situation was for the person in charge to
contrive a way to give me a punishment for doing something wrong, and then
to progress this in stages until I was overcome with excitement!

For example, shortly after falling over during fieldwork, our scoutmaster
decided to read out the regulations concerning coming to scouts "neat, clean
and tidy", so I had to accompany him to the toilets to get my knees washed.
After several attempts, my socks became soaked (so had to come off),
followed by my shorts getting splashed, so these needed putting on the
radiator to dry. Then my pants were found to be non-regulation, so a mild
bare bottom spanking was in order! With wandering hands, I soon became
erect, which was of course a serious offence requiring several gentle slaps
on the offending shaft using the leather belt taken from my shorts. I was
then warned that if my erection "leaked" during the slaps, it was a sign
that I needed more attention, to be administered later!  He checked for
"leakage" by opening up my piss slit and rubbing his fingers around in
circles - which had the desired effect - and after a couple more slaps of
the leather, I was dribbling precum profusely. The later attention was
booked for the following day at his house.


When I went back to the scout master's house I was only following orders
which I thought to be just a continuing part of the telling off process -
not that he wanted to take things further then he dared do in a relatively
public place (the scouts hut toilets) - or to plan the session more
carefully.

On the visit, I was naturally wearing full and correct scouts uniform, and
was nervous of what might happen. He answered the door similarly dressed,
and quickly ushered me through to a back room much like a headmaster's study
- so more or less as expected. He sat at the desk and I stood vaguely at
attention facing him. He read from what looked like a prepared text,
detailing my previous unkempt appearance, disregard for the rules, and
having a defective "boyhood" which erected when it shouldn't and became wet
for no reason. The last two points were going to be investigated next.

He asked me to walk round and stand next to him, keeping my hands on my
head. As he started to unbuckle the belt of my shorts, I found I couldn't
stand straight with the tickling feeling, and so as a natural reaction, bent
at the knees and brought my arms down. This caused him to become suddenly
cross (apparently), and to insist that as I couldn't stand still he would
have to tie me down "like a naughty little boy". I was made to sit up on the
edge of the desk (which was practically empty) whilst he strapped my ankles
to the desk legs, then to lie down with my head on a pillow (thoughtful!)
with my arms dangling. He then got under the desk and loosely tied my wrists
together such that I was effectively cuddling the desk behind my back. He
then untucked my shirt and pulled this up to just below my nipples, and
wrapped a long belt around my chest and did the buckle up under the desk
fairly tightly. My exposed belly felt the cold air, and then his fingers, as
he had free access to wander around my lower midrift. He also checked my
knees and straining thighs with his big hands, and started muttering about
hidden treasures. My view was very restricted, and I was surprised to feel a
degree of uncontrolled stiffing inside my pants as he got back on with the
job of undoing my buckle.

Needless to say, it wasn't long until my shorts and pants were near my knees
("botty up boy, while I slide these down"), and my problem "boyhood" had
gone completely stiff as he had predicted.

I remember him considering its angle as too acute, because "boyhoods should
poke out at 90 degrees, not up at your belly button", so it was painfully
(or pleasurably?) bent down by him fixing another strap that tied around
both knees and was just long enough to loop over my shaft and point my now
even stiffer circumcised prick straight up vertically.

As the precum flowed, he flapped around my balls and inside thighs, and
eventually ran his finger nails up and down my aching prick and then into
the wet slit as before. From a pocket, he produced a smooth metal device
about two inches long, something like a golf tee with a tiny ball shape on
the pointed end, and said he needed to investigate where the wet was coming
from. He rubbed the ball end in my precum, and slowly worked the device
inside my penis. This was a gentle sequence of pulls and pushes until it
slid right in down to its shaped mushroom end stop! The feeling was
tremendous - being tied down, penis bent and throbbing against a leather
strap, and a slimy smooth pin straight down the middle! As I gasped and
groaned, he started to squeeze my balls, and rub his thumb up the underneath
of my cock, which caused the well lubricated pin to start rising up and out
of the top of my knob - slow to start with, but speeding up as it got going.
When it was nearly out, he pushed it back in in one go (supreme pleasure!),
and then worked it out again. After a few goes, I was on the edge of an
explosion, tensed up, sweating, and breathing irregularly ... so he stopped,
and put the precum splattered pin in his teeth, whilst muttering something
like "a very interesting case", and (I think) got his own tool out and
started wanking under the desk! I believe he was treating himself to a few
goes of the pin next, and then it was back to my turn.

As he worked me back up to fever pitch, my scouts scarf was repositioned
over my eyes, and in the ensuing combination of spasm and extreme orgasm,
spunk suddenly splattered everywhere - all over my belly and thighs, and
also momentarily later all over my face and mouth and running down my neck.
We both sighed and gasped, and when the peak had passed I was aware of the
salty taste of sperm (for the first time), and that the scout master had
left the room.

When he returned a minute or so later, and released my bindings, I saw my
own knob still pulsing a whitish clear goo, and that thicker grey spunk was
dripping off my chin into my shirt.


He cleaned me up, made a cup of tea, then sent me home!