Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 23:56:38 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Scout Slavery

As I begin this, I need to make a few introductory remarks which are, in a
sense, disclaimers and explanations.  This being the first time I have
tried to put into writing some of the experiences and fantasies of my
youth.  While this is based on true experiences there will be some poetical
licence taken and the truth will be embellished with a little of what I
perhaps would have liked to have happened.  Of course all the names have
been changed and I will not differentiate between what is fact and what is
fiction.  While the main events of this first account (and I am not
promising there will be any further ones) resulted both indirectly and
directly out of a Boy Scouts event, it in no way means that any of this
sort of action and behaviour was or is condoned by the Boy Scouts
Association.  There really is a camp ground as described in the story in
Zimbabwe, but that name has also been changed.  Likewise, I have purposely
not stated any sort of geographical location for the park either.  It was
also common for "new boys" to experience a bit of hazing on their first
patrol camp.  But I never heard of any boy suffering anything absolutely
terrible, or being bullied beyond endurance.  Different Scout Troops had
different traditions for hazing.  "Slavery" was the tradition of our troop.
I have also tried to write in a manner which describes the emotions felt as
recognised at the time and as now seen in retrospect some 30+ years on.

The usual other things apply as well.  This story contains descriptions of
sexual acts between consenting, but underage boys.  So if this sort of
thing upsets you or it is not legal to access such sort of material in your
area please leave now.

Chapter 1

I remember the first day that I moved from Cubs up to Scouts.  I was ten
and a half years old and at the end of the year I would move to my new
school and would then be a big boy.  This move up to Scouts was the first
step along the way.  However I was rather nervous and not sure what to
expect.  I was put into Kudu patrol with Mike as my patrol leader.  I later
learned that Mike was always given the new boys at their first meeting
because he made them so welcome and took away the fear of the unknown.
Needless to say, at fourteen and a half, Mike was a big guy and I guess I
fell in love with him there and then, even though I did not realise it at
the time.  But things were not to be so wonderful as I was soon moved to
another patrol with Jim as my leader, and he ruled by fear!  Every order
was veiled with a threat and a bit of bullying was not unknown.  It did
make my first year at scouts a bit of a chore.  I am glad I stuck it out
though, because the following would not have happened if I had not.

It was an unwritten law that boys could not go on a patrol camp until they
were twelve years old.  I guess a lot of younger boys might not have been
able to take to being alone, miles away from any help with no adult present
and this is what a Patrol camp was like. To explain -- A patrol was made up
of 4 to 6 boys with a Patrol Leader (PL) and his Assistant Patrol Leader
(APL).  Part of the Patrol leader's goals included taking his patrol on a
camp for the weekend (Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon).  In our case
we would be taken out to "Scrubbs" (A camp ground dedicated to scouting in
the national park -- about 40 miles from the nearest civilization). We
would be dropped off with our food and equipment on Friday after school and
a parent or two would come out on Sunday to collect us.  During the rest of
the weekend we would not see an adult except for the camp warden who came
out at 6,00 p.m. each evening to "inspect" The warden would stay for about
half an hour and we would then be alone again for the next 24 hours. I
could not wait until I was 12, even though the prospect of going on camp
with Jim was not very conducive to building excitement, I still wanted to
camp without adults!

Before I got the chance to go on a patrol camp, I had a couple of other
experiences to go through, almost in preparation for the event.  First I
had to move up to my new school.  Once again I was a bit nervous, because I
was going to a special school, supposed to be for advanced children, and I
did not know anyone else who was going up with me.  So I did not have any
feelings of mutual support.  However, I needn't have worried too much, as
virtually everyone who was in my class was in the same boat, and we were
all as nervous as each other.  I had another surprise to come with that
first day at Smiths College, because as I went to the cycle shed to collect
my bike to ride home after school I saw Mike. Of course he couldn't be seen
to fraternise with me or his friends would hound him with severe mocking
for being friendly towards a junior, but he did at least acknowledge that
he had seen me by giving me a smile and saying a quick, "Hi."  I had no
idea that Mike was attending the same school and I was thrilled.  At our
next Scout meeting, he came and had a few words with me, and told me he was
glad he had a fellow scout from the same the troop at school with him.  I
too said that I was glad to have somebody in the school who I knew and
added, "Even if we can't be seen to be friends." Hoping this would make it
easier for Mike to pretend to ignore me at times when he was with his
friends. I think Mike actually appreciated this, and he would always greet
me when he saw me with a quick "Hi, Jones."  We only called our closest
friends by their Christian names; everybody else was referred to by surname
only.

One Friday, a week before the end of term, Mike came up to me and said,
"Jones, wait for me at the cycle shed after school today."  Then he went
off with his mates.  I did not know what this was about, as he hadn't even
tried to explain this order to his friends, and so I had nothing to go on
to try and puzzle it out.  It took a long time for that final bell to ring.
But when it did I was out of the classroom and made it to the cycle shed in
record time.  Mike came up and simply said, "Get your bike, and we'll talk
on the way home."  I was over the moon, I was going to be allowed to ride
along with a senior and no one could say a thing because he had invited
me. We each went to extract our bikes from the tangle the shed got into
with more bikes being in there than had been planned for in the building of
it, and managed to get out the gate at almost the same time. We set off
initially in silence. Mike didn't say anything, and I didn't dare. It was
only after we had gone about a quarter of a mile and were basically away
from the rest of the school kids that Mike turned his head toward me
briefly.  "Would you like to go on a patrol camp with me these holidays
Rick?" he asked.  I was devastated, as I had to answer, "I would love to,
Mike, but I can't." Mike looked astonished and asked why I couldn't go on
camp. "It is still 4 months to my 12th birthday, so I won't be allowed and
also I am not in your patrol." I virtually cried.  I really was upset and
had to fight to stop myself from showing the tears I felt inside in my
voice.  Mike just laughed.  "You daft thing!" he retorted, "Would one like
me, who is in a special school for gifted pupils, not have taken that into
account?  I have already had a word with Skip (our Scout Leader) and he has
agreed that you will be alright going with me.  He might not have agreed
with the other patrol leaders, but I have shown him I can handle it."

I couldn't contain myself. My grin split my face from ear to ear. "Are you
really sure?  And how come when I am not even in your patrol? And when will
it be, I've got to work on my mom?"  I had a hundred and fifty questions to
ask, and I was so excited I couldn't get them out in time.  By this time we
had reached the gate to Mike's house and so he stopped me. "Listen, just
have a word with your mom tonight, and tell her to check with Skip if she
is worried about anything, then come around to my house tomorrow, say at
about two in the afternoon, and no I will not be free any earlier. We can
discuss things then, and I will answer all your questions then.  I do have
to explain something and find out some stuff about you, and once I have,
you may not want to come on camp."  With that Mike said good bye and went
on up his drive.  This was the best day of my life, so far, and yet time
seemed to drag by as I waited for my mother to get home from work.  Even
swimming in the nude did not seem to speed up the passage of time.  I was
nearly always naked at home.  I loved the feeling of freedom and was
totally comfortable with it because I had been like this ever since my
mother and older sister had come on the scene. Perhaps I should explain.
My real mother had died when I was a baby.  I have no photographs or
memories of her.  My dad had looked after me with a series of "aunts" until
we moved in with the lady I now call my mom.  This happened when I was
almost 4.  Within 6 months of our moving in with them, my dad took off for
who knows where, and I haven't seen him since. He could be dead for all I
know and all he cares.  There never has been any birthday or Christmas card
from him let alone a present.  My sister, step-sister really, is 6 years
older than me, and liked to take charge of my ablutions when I was little.
She would bath me and get me ready for bed and such like.  I am also very
ticklish and she loved to tickle me.  One evening I had just finished
having my bath, and Josie, was drying me. Dad had already left us by this
time. I said something teasing to her and she started to tickle me.  In an
effort to escape, I ran totally naked from the bathroom and down the
passage to the lounge where mom was having a cup of tea or coffee. Josie
was in full pursuit with her hands up and fingers spread in a very
tickilishing threatening position. We were both squealing with glee.  I
jumped onto the sofa next to mom seeking protection, but only got tickled
by her as well.  I was trapped and doomed! After what was probably only a
couple of minutes mom sent us both off to get me dressed.  But after that
time, it became a daily ritual, and after a few weeks of this I just
stopped bothering to go and put clothes on until it was time for dinner,
and mom and Josie didn't seem to mind.  Going about nude after seemed to
just grow naturally out of that.  When I was old enough to take care of my
bath myself, I still didn't get dressed until I absolutely had to. My
sister also started to shed her clothes at times, but as she was already
developing by this time, she did not go about naked that much. I started
swimming in the nude as well because I couldn't be bothered to dig my
costume out and it was much easier after a long hot ride home from school
to strip off as soon as I put the bike away and dive in even before I had
actually gone inside the house.  But I digress,

When mom got home, I went running out to ask her to let me go
camping. "Slow down a bit!" she demanded, "Give me a chance to get inside
and get my shoes off. And you can put some clothes on to ask me for a
favour."  I dashed to my room and pulled on the first pair of shorts and
`T' shirt I could find and ran back to the sitting room to ask mom
again. "Please, please mom; Mike says you can phone Skip to ask anything
you need to know." Mom just sighed and said she would think about it, and
let me know after she had phoned our Scout Leader.  I went and got her the
cordless phone so that she did not have to delay, but all she said was, "I
want some time to think about what questions I have to ask him first.  I
will phone him tomorrow and make my decision then."  Oh! What torture.  I
had to wait till the afternoon to find out from Mike what he had to talk to
me about and then still had to wait for mom to speak to Skip.  I had waited
all afternoon and still was no nearer to finding anything out at all!  And
now I still had to wait through all of Saturday morning as well and even
then when I went around to Mike's house I still would not have final
permission from Mom.  But at least she had not said `no' straight away.

Saturday morning went so slowly.  Mom had said there was no problem with me
going round to Mike's house and talking about it because she was fairly
sure that Skip would give the right answers and she would let me go.  I got
my lunch down my throat as quick as I could, but of course that did not
help much because I still could not go to Mike's house until two 0'clock.
Finally the time came and I got to Mike's house at about five minutes to
two.  As I arrived a car pulled out of the gateway with two adults in it
who I thought were Mike's parents, and indeed they were.  Mike wanted there
to be no one else around so that I would feel free to do and say what I
wanted.  Mike must have been looking out for me because as I started
walking down the driveway with my bike, he came out to greet me and show me
where I could secure the bike. We then went inside and through to his
bedroom.  Mike offered me the chair by his desk and then sat down on his
bed. "There is no one else here, so you can say and do what you want, and I
want you to be absolutely honest with me. Do you understand?" Mike asked.

"I'm not sure I fully get what you're meaning, but I think I understand
enough. But I want to know what all the fuss is about."

"I will get on to that soon, but I need to just chat with you first and
find out a few things."

"Like what?"

"Well I need to know what you feel about being naked with other guys, like
when we shower."

"I like being naked. I go about the house naked a lot of the time, so I
don't mind being nude with others around."

"What! You mean you even go naked in front of your mom?" Mike asked in
surprise.

"Yea. And my sister. Only my mom doesn't go about naked."

"Wow that must be something else!"

"I dun no. I guess I'm used to it.  But I don't play with my cock in front
of my mom."

"Do you play with it a lot?"

"I guess.  I like to get it all hard. It just seems better than if my
sister plays with it."

"You mean you let her touch you and all?"

"Sometimes, if she begs me enough.  Somehow I not sure I like girls
touching it."

"What does your mom say about this?"

"Oh, mom doesn't know that we sometimes do this sort of thing.  She would
not approve."

"So how much do you share with your mom?"

"Nothing like this really.  I don't mind being naked in front of her, but I
don't do anything or talk about it with her."

"How much do you know about what goes on, on a patrol camp?"

"Well, um, I know that there are no adults there. And some of the guys have
talked about having beers and things on camp."

"What about first timer's things?"

"I don't know about that.  No ones said anything about their first
time. Does something happen to them?"

"It is a tradition that on your first patrol camp you are a slave to the
patrol leader or APL."

"What does that mean?"

"Well; it means that you have to do everything I tell you to do, no matter
how horrible it might be.  Also as a slave you wear only a special loin
cloth for most of the time."

"And you want me on this camp to be your slave, even when I am not in your
patrol?  What about Jake?  He hasn't been on camp before and he is in your
patrol."

"There are two things here.  Firstly, I really like you and so want you to
be my slave, so I can look after you. Jim would be very mean to you, if you
were his slave. He would make you lick his bum after going to the toilet,
and things like that, whereas I won't.  And then Jake has made it possible
for me to get someone else because he is going away with his parents on
holiday."

"What do you mean by you really like me? Why?"

"I've liked you from the first time you visited us as a cub. You're a neat
guy.  You are the only cub who ever thanked me for looking after him when
you came to visit the troop.  You don't make it hard for me at school. Even
my friends at school have said that you seem pretty nice; and when they say
things like that, then there must be something in it. Then you get right in
and get involved in everything. You don't show any fear of the bigger boys,
and I know some of them have been unkind to you."

"So if I'm to be your slave, what am I supposed to do?"

"Well it starts off a little while after all the parents have gone back to
town. As soon as the tents are up I start by saying something like I need
someone to make my bed for me, and then the APL says I need a slave.  I
agree and start to ask who should be my slave.  Because everyone who has
been on patrol camp before knows what is coming they all suggest the first
timer.  Who in this case will be you.  I then produce the loin cloth and
the rest of the patrol makes a dive to get you.  It would be better if you
do not give them any idea that you know anything about this, or they will
be rougher with you. Once they have caught you, they will bring you before
me and declare to me that you have been chosen to my slave.  I will
indicate my approval by telling them to present a slave to me in the proper
manner.  The guys will then start to strip you.  Again, put up some
resistance, but don't fight too hard or your clothes will be damaged. They
will then bring you totally naked to me.  I will say you can't have your
Willie swinging like that and give them the loin cloth to cover it with.
The APL will the put the cloth on you, and then you are my slave.  But you
are my slave only.  None of the others can do anything to you or make you
do anything without my permission.  If there are 2 first timers, then the
APL also gets a slave.  I will be kind to you, and you will not have to do
anything too bad for me, but you will have to sleep in my tent in case I
need anything during the night. There are also a few other things which
happen but I will talk about them a bit later.  Right now, I want to know
how you feel about being a slave for me."

"I'm not too sure, because I have never had anything like this before, and
I guess I am bit nervous."

"Rick", he said, "I promise you, I will do all that I can to make it easy
for you, but if you will cut me some slack and make it possible for me to
keep my street credit with the guys then I will appreciate it."

"I think it could actually be a bit of fun. If you promise to not let the
others be really mean to me, I will try to be your slave who allows you a
bit of the expected master power."

"See, I told you, you are a neat guy.  At least with me you will want to go
on another camp. I want that because I think you will be a good scout."

"So what else are you going to do to your slave?"

"Well first, I want you try this loin cloth on so that we can make sure it
fits well enough.  You have quite a small body and we don't want it to be
falling off by itself all the time."

"Ok," I said, and started to strip off.  Mike said that I didn't need to
take everything off, but I said I wanted to see how it would be on camp,
and so took off my underwear as well.

I turned to Mike and his eyes nearly popped. "You are well developed for
your age aren't you?"  Mike said this because even though I was not yet
twelve, and was small in stature, I already had a fair supply of pubic hair
and cock and balls were of a matching size for the development of hair.  I
had just started to grow hair under my armpits as well. I thought I noticed
Mike's shorts tent a bit, but then he turned away as if to pick up the loin
cloth and must have done a bit of adjusting so as not to show when he
turned back. "Here, try this on now." The loin cloth was a smallish
triangle of cloth about 4 inches long an each side. One side was sewn onto
a loop of trouser elastic and there was a string about 6 inches long coming
from the apex, opposite that side, which had two wooden beads attached to
it.  I bent over and put my feet through the loop and then pulled up like a
pair of shorts, with the triangle hanging straight down at the front. "What
are the two beads for?" I asked as I pulled the elastic up to my waist.

"They get used in different ways. Sometimes you will just have them hanging
there, weighting down the cloth. Or they might be pulled up and tucked
under the elastic at the back to bring the point between your legs. Or if
you are a really bad slave, the beads or at least one of the might be
shoved up your jack for a time." Mike added the last with a bit of look in
his eye which meant that he was not really serious, but that it was
something which was not unknown.

I let go of the elastic and the cloth slipped down to where it was hanging
halfway down my prick.  "The elastic is too long. Let me pull it up tight
and I will put a pin in it and then go and sew it.  Mom has left her
machine out, so we can get it done quickly."  I stepped closer to Mike and
just stood up straight. Mike then pulled the elastic up to raise the cloth
and get the elastic reasonably tight around my waist. He then went into
this elaborate set of manoeuvres to double the excess elastic over the edge
of the cloth and pin it. With this he managed to touch my cock several
times, and although he was not actually fondling or stroking it, it did
respond to his touch. So much so that when he pulled the cloth down to take
it off to sew, my cock bobbed up and down as it came free of the
elastic. "Getting a little cocky aren't you?" Mike teased. "Come on let's
go and sew this and try it on again to make sure it is o.k."

"Well you are the one whose hands have been around there," I retorted as we
walked through to his mom's sewing room. Me completely naked and bobbing
still. I found I had enjoyed having Mike's hand so close and touching.
Mike sat down at the machine and did a couple of quick runs through the
machine and then handed it back tome to try on again. This time the elastic
held the cloth firmly just above the line where my cock met my torso. We
walked back through to his room with the two beads swinging against my
legs. I found this activity was turning me on quite well and so remained at
a bobbing half mast.

"Perhaps we better try it with the beads tucked through the back." Mike
suggested, and before I could even respond, he reached out and took hold of
the beads and started passing them from one of his hands to the other
between my legs. Then he slid his hand lightly over my bum as he pulled the
string up and tucked the beads under the elastic.  The result was to pull
the apex of the cloth through into the crevice of my bum, and pocket my now
nearly fully hard cock down against my balls.  With the tenting effect this
had, it pulled the top edge of the cloth a bit down my prick and a little
away from my body.  In the mirror it looked really sexy and I noticed that
Mike also had a hard on which he now could not conceal.  Mike told me to
walk around a bit and then to bend forwards, and then lean over
backwards. As I leant backwards, my Willie stuck out the side of the cloth
and started to make its way up towards the elastic.  Immediately, Mike said
we couldn't have that and took hold of my member and started to tuck it
back inside the cloth.  This was the first time another guy had actually
held my cock and I nearly went through the roof.  I had not known such a
feeling.  It was nothing like when my sister touched me. This was so much
better. I wanted him to do it again. I came back up to a sitting position
on the chair and twisted a little bit in the hope that it would cause my
cock to reveal himself again, but without success.  Mike was looking a
little flushed and could not hide a very evident boner inside his shorts.
I stood up and said that I had better make sure I could sit on the ground
as we would not have chairs out at Scrubs. I then proceeded to squat down
on my haunches. As I did so I felt Charlie (that's what I call my cock,
because he often shows he has a mind of his own) slip out a tad.  But
knowing that he was not very visible in the position I was in, I flopped
back onto my bum, purposely losing my balance so that I went back a bit
further than really necessary and let my leg which was furthest away from
Mike jerk up into the air.  This was to ensure that Charlie was dislodged
and visible again.  As I came to rest, I looked up at Mike with what I
hoped was an inviting look in my expression.  Mike did not need any further
invitation.  "That ol' dick of yours is quite active isn't it?  Do you want
me to put it away again?"

"Well, you did not do such a good job of it last time, or else it wouldn't
have got loose so quick.  So perhaps I should do it." I teased, "but then
again, maybe you should get some more practice so you get better at it."

"I really do need the practice, because I might have to do it quite a bit
on camp," Mike replied.

I couldn't wait any longer, "O.K. go on then, but make sure you do a better
job than last time."  Mike almost leapt forward and then gently taking
Charlie in his hand started to push him back under the cloth.  He then
started to make sure that my balls were also comfortably positioned.

"Mmm. I'm not too sure about this." Mike said, "I think I had better adjust
things a bit more.  Stand up for a bit, please." Again as I stood up, I
tried to get Charlie to release himself again and was successful.  "There
it goes again. I really think that it would rather stay on view, but on
camp that could be dangerous because it could get sunburned and that would
not be nice.  We had better get things sorted out now."  All this time Mike
had been playing around with my cock and I was really enjoying it. Mike
knelt down beside me and after tucking Charlie back into the cloth again,
started to adjust the position of the cloth by lowering the "waist band"
and tightening the beaded cord. Somehow these adjustments involved feeling
the whole of my backside, including a fleeting finger slide over my bum
hole, and a fair bit of feeling in the gap between my balls and the same
hole. Mike then shifted slightly and did something which sent electric
shivers running through my whole body. He kissed me on the cheek of my
bum. He then stood up allowing one hand to run lightly up my back while the
other made a journey over my balls and cock, up to my navel and then on up
the my nipple which was closest to him.

I wasn't too sure what to do next, but I guess nature knows best, because
something then seemed to go on to automatic. While his fingers were
lingering over my nipple, I turned my hand outward and let it start to cup
his cock and balls. When Mike did not make any move to stop me, I started
to give him a bit of a rub through his shorts.  This was the closest I had
ever come to feeling another guys private parts, and I found that I really
enjoyed it.  Mike then told me to hang on a bit and went to make sure his
door was closed tightly, and then he wedged his chair against it. "I can't
actually lock it he said, but I don't want my parents bursting in on us, if
we don't hear them come back."  He then came back over to me and asked, "Do
you mind my touching you? Seeing as you don't like your sister doing it."

"Oh no! This is so much better.  I really like this, and I like you too.
Do you mind if I touch you also?"

"Mind! I have wanted you to touch me from the first day I met you.  You
see, I think I love you."

"Can I take your clothes off you, then?" I asked. Mike looked straight in
my eyes, and just nodded his permission.  He then leant forward and putting
both hands on either side of my head, he kissed me full on the lips. Again
the auto-pilot took over and even though I had had no experience at all, I
started to kiss him back, allowing him to part my lips with his tongue, and
then exploring his mouth with my tongue.  At the same time I let my hands
copy his and started to gently run them up and down his back, and reach
even further down to give his bum cheeks a series of tickles and gentle
squeezes. Then I slipped my hands up under his `T' shirt and started to
lift it over his head. We had to break our kiss then to let it pass
by. Mike whispered to me, "This is so awesome. You don't know how I have
longed for this, and never been too sure how to bring it about."

"Mike," I replied, "You know that I have never done this with anyone else
before.  But this is so different from anything that I have ever done or
imagined. When you touch me, the feeling is special. I think it must be
because I love you. Until now I didn't know that I loved you, but now I
believe this is what my feelings have always been." Mike then told me to
hush and started to kiss me again.  Soon our hands were wandering over each
others bodies again. Remembering how it had felt when Mike's fingers had
lingered over my nipple, I brought a hand around and sought out his
nipple. As I started to role it between my thumb and finger Mike sighed
through our kiss, so I guessed I had got it right and continued for a while
longer.  Soon Mike's hands had got back down to my bum, and he was doing
wonderful things to it.  I had not known that a bum was so sensitive to
touch.  Then he released the beaded cord of the loin cloth from the elastic
waist band and let the beads fallback to hang between my legs.  This left
the cord out of the way of my bum hole, and Mike started to caress this and
occasionally apply a little pressure against it.  I in turn took my hand
and slipped it under his shorts and briefs so that for the first time I had
skin to skin contact with his bum. I had not realised how much it would
turn me on, to touch another guy's bum.  I was to learn later in life that
it was not just any boy's bum, but that of someone I had special feelings
for. Mike brought his hands around to my cock and started caress it and my
balls.  There was absolutely no comparison with anything I had experienced
before. I found I couldn't hold onto our kiss because my concentration was
suddenly centred below my waist.  I wanted Mike to go on and never stop,
but I also wanted to both touch and see him there too, so I brought my
hands up from his bum and to his sides so that I could put my fingers
outside his waistband and slide both his shorts and briefs down at the same
time.  Realising what I was doing, Mike started to pull the elastic band up
my torso, to take it off over my head like a jumper. Thus as I went down he
pulled up and the loin cloth ended up around my arms, while Mike's garments
ended up around his ankles. I shrugged my arms out of the band and got Mike
to lift each foot in turn as I removed the clothes from his feet. I was
then able to look out at eye level and see for the first time his beautiful
hard on.  Of course he was a bit more endowed than I was and sported a lot
more pubic hair. Like me he was cut and the tip of his penis was pointing
straight at my eye.  I noticed a drop of pre-cum glistening like a dew drop
and put my finger up to touch it. Then I ran my finger down the length of
the underside of his cock and over his ball bag.  Once again I just could
not believe how my touching him affected me.  I had never experienced
anything like this before.

Then disaster struck.  We heard the sound of the garden gate opening and
realised that his parents were.  Mike dashed to the window, took a quick
peak out to confirm it and told me to get dressed quickly, while he himself
started to throw his clothes on.  It was terrible.  Mike promised we would
try again and he would be in contact. We then talked a bit more about the
camp in general, but not the slavery bit, and after being introduced to his
parents I took off home.



Chapter 2

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room and started to wank.  I
tried doing all the things Mike had done, but could not get the same
intensity of feeling.  Even so, it did not take long for me to reach one of
the few orgasms I had had by this stage in my life, and it was probably the
most intense orgasm I had ever had. Yet still I felt a bit let down because
we had not had the chance to finish what we had started.  Mike had said he
would contact me about trying to do the same again, but he wasn't sure when
that would be. Needless to say, I simply had to have another jerk off
session before I went to sleep, and once again I took it all the way to
orgasm with vivid pictures of lying on the bed while Mike did to me what my
hands were doing. This did not stop me from waking on Sunday morning with a
raging morning glory which screamed to be satisfied. So I played for about
half an hour, but stopped before coming.  I had found that if I wanked but
did not orgasm for a few times, and then allowed myself to come, I could
get quite a good spurt out and I preferred this to having a tiny dribble
each time. Of course I was not producing at full volume yet being as young
as I was, even though I had started developing quite early.

Sunday dragged by without any contact from Mike and was wondering if he was
having second thoughts about what we had started.  Sunday I went to bed and
immediately my need began to rise and so I had my third full orgasm in a
little over 24 hours. This was something I had not done before.  I had kept
my orgasms to one or two a week until this point. Mike had had a very
strong effect on me.

Monday morning I woke up depressed, and toyed with the idea of trying to
persuade mom that I was too ill to go to school.  Then I thought that
perhaps Mike might want to talk to me at school and so I changed my mind
and began to get ready for the day.  My route went past Michael's house and
I found that as I neared his house I was hoping to find him just leaving
which would give us the opportunity to ride together and at least have a
talk.  I reached their gateway, but alas Mike was not there and so I rode
on.  When I turned the next corner, there was Mike propped up against his
bike. He had obviously been waiting for someone. I pulled up next to him
and his face broke into a grin.  "Hi Rick, I've been waiting for you." He
said. "I need to talk to you but was not sure if I should phone your
house. Don't want to raise any suspicions, by suddenly calling when I have
never done so before."

"Hi Mike," I returned. "I am glad you have waited. I couldn't bear going
any longer without knowing if we had done something which would force us
apart."

"No fear, my neat one. But we do have to be a bit careful. It was so hard
being cut off in mid flow on Saturday.  But I had the best wank I have ever
had after you left."

"Me too." I said and realised that just this bit of conversation had got me
rising again.  Standing as I was with my legs straddling the crossbar of my
bike, I couldn't do anything to cover up the tenting in my school
shorts. Not that I minded in front of Mike anyway, but he also noticed and
lent forward to adjust my cock for me. Of course I let him, and simply said
"thanks."

Perhaps you had better avoid me while we are at school, or your real
feelings might show." Mike teased. "But wait around to ride home with me
today, please." Mike stood up straight and started to move his bike so that
he could mount it again, "We better get on our way, or we will be late." We
chatted a bit as we rode to the school and agreed to meet for the ride
home.

On the way home Mike told me that his parents had to attend a wedding out
of town on Saturday and would be gone from about 10.00 in the morning till
late at night.  I agreed to go round to his house straight after lunch, and
make sure that my mom would know that I would only be getting home late in
the afternoon.  It was still too early to extend the time more than that. I
was over the moon.  We were going to have another good session, and this
time without any of the fear of neither discovery nor the time wasting of
being not sure of the others tendencies.

During the week, as we rode to and from school together, Mike did take the
occasional snatched moment to have a little grope, as did I -- just to
remind ourselves of what we were jerking off over. One thing I was
determined to do was to make sure I got a good long look and feel of Mike's
goods so that I would better be able to remember them for my fantasies
whilst masturbating.  Mike also said he had another problem which he needed
to discuss with me before we went to camp. When he said this, I realised
that I had been so caught up in everything else that I had forgotten to
check with mom if she had agreed to let me go.  For the rest of the
afternoon I panicked until I was able to ask her and hear the sweet words
that she was willing to let me go.

On the way home on Friday, Mike asked me to do him a favour. "What?" I
asked.

"When you come over tomorrow, please wear your school athletics shorts."
Our school athletic shorts were specially designed shorts. They were made
out of a fine silk like material, which became somewhat see through when
wet. The legs of them were cut short and they were split at the sides up to
the elasticised waist band. This was to allow complete freedom of movement
from the hip joint down. "Oh, and one more thing," Mike continued, "Please
don't wear underwear."

"O.k.," I replied and then a little mischievously, "Can I wear a shirt
please?" Not wearing under pants was not a problem for me as I preferred to
be free as much as possible. In fact if it were not for the general public
being around, I would happily have ridden over to Mike's house totally
nude. I guess I was a true naturist without even being aware there were
such people around.

"Of course! You dolt. I want to have the pleasure of slowly taking your
clothes off you, and one pair of shorts can't last that long."

At last Saturday came and straight after lunch I was on my bike and
speeding off to Mike's house. As soon as I arrived I took my bike around
the back to where I had left it the last week. I again did not get the
chance to ring the door bell because Mike came out to meet me.  This time,
however, I was greeted with a kiss and a hug, quickly followed by squeeze
of my lower right cheek.  Needless to say, I was already getting a really
good hard on and because I was not wearing any briefs to hold Charlie in
place he stuck out the flap which passed as the left leg of my running
shorts. Mike also had his school sports shorts on and like me was without
underwear. He too, started to protrude out the side of his shorts
leg. "Come on," he said, "we better get inside before we display ourselves
to the world." We went in and straight to his room, holding hands as we
walked down the passage. As we got inside his room, Mike swung around and
clamped his lips back on mine in one smooth movement.  He also managed to
kick the door closed at the same time. Once again my cock rose to the
occasion and put his delightful head out of the stage curtains. This time,
though, we were standing that close together, that Charlie's head found its
way under Mike's shorts and started to push up into his ball bag.  He was
tall enough that my erection, when pointing straight up, reached to his
crotch. The tip of his erect penis landed between my navel and chest. If my
torso was just that bit shorter, he could have massaged my nipple with
it. Mike reached down and grabbed each of my cheeks with his hands and then
lifted me up off my feet, forcing my cock to go between his legs. This
meant that he did not have to get his head at such a strange angle in order
to kiss me and still keep his body pressed against mine. Holding me like
that, he carried me to the bed and literally dropped me onto it. "I've
missed you," he said, "I couldn't wait for today to come, you are so
special to me."

"I have also missed you and have had to wank myself a lot more since last
Saturday." I told him. Mike then climbed over me and lay down on his side
on the bed next to me, but as I turned to look towards him, he told me not
to move. Being his slave, more so than just in preparation for camp, I
obeyed him but asked why.

"I want to absorb you. To look at you without you also looking at me. In a
way that I can't do when we are in public. And I want to touch you, without
you touching me. I want to slowly remove your clothes and see and touch
your whole body before letting you do anything to me. Please let me do
this."  Mike had obviously thought about this meeting a lot and had planned
it all out.

"I will try, but I don't know if I can go as long as you seem to want to
take without doing anything myself.  I also want to have a good long look
at you. I want to examine you and I want to see your whole body without
even the encumbrance of your watch."

"Fair enough," Mike responded, "But me first, because I am your
master. That is if you will let me be. I promise I will not be a harsh
master to the one I love"

"Oh yes, please be my master Mike." I almost pleaded. I wanted Mike to
control me because I believed he would be good to me and if I let him he
would take me to pleasures I had not dreamed of.

"Alright, then. Put this on, and then just lie absolutely still until I
tell you to do something.  You may only talk to answer my questions. Do you
understand?" Mike had produced an eye shield like the ones which are handed
out on long haul flights. As I let Mike put the eye shield over my eyes, I
answered that I understood. Now, I was lying facing up to the ceiling with
a cotton shirt and my sports shorts on and a pair of plimsoll like shoes
which we call tackies, but not seeing anything because of the blindfold.  I
could feel Mike moving about on the bed, but could not tell what he was
doing or looking at because he was not actually touching me. Suddenly Mike
said, "Hey, you've still got your shoes on. It would be very bad if mom
found you with your feet on my bed with shoes on.  We had better get them
off." I felt Mike move about and get off the bed, and then felt a tug on
the laces of my tackies. Somehow, even taking off those dirty old shoes was
made to be sexy by Mike. "You've been kicking about in the garden this
morning," Mike continued, "I can see the dust between your toes.  Don't
move. I will be back soon." At that I heard Mike open the door of the
room. I did not dare to move for that short while he was out of the room. I
heard some strange sounds and then felt something wet and warm against my
feet. I realised that Mike was washing the dust from feet. He also washed
the lower part of my legs. He patted them dry and then there was silence
for a bit. Mike started to massage my feet next and slowly worked his hands
till they were also massaging my calf muscles. It was quite strange trying
to work out what was going on without being able to see, or ask
questions. I became aware that things had taken a bit of turn when I could
feel both of Mike's hands on my legs, but at the same time the soul of
first one foot and then the other was being tickled. I then realised that
he must have been licking my feet because they felt a bit damp. Mikes hands
moved up above my knees then and started to stroke my thighs. At the same
time he started to suck on each toe in turn.  This was a real turn on, and
my already solid erection seemed to get even harder. It felt like it was
huge and almost ready to burst. The next thing I knew Mike was running his
fingers through my hair, and then I felt his tongue on my lips as he
started to kiss me. While our tongues explored each others mouths, Mikes
hands started to explore my chest and abdomen. I felt his fingers begin to
undo the buttons of my shirt and crawl over my skin until they found each
nipple in turn. He rolled my nipples between thumb and finger for a bit and
then broke off the kiss to suck on each nipple. During this his hands were
roaming all over except for my cock and balls. These he left completely
alone. After sucking on my nipples, he let his tongue run around over my
chest and worked his way down to my navel. As soon as his tongue hit my
navel it was like getting an electric shock.  My whole body was alive and
super sensitive to his every touch.

Suddenly Mike stopped and for a few moments I thought he had moved out of
the room. Then he said in a very commanding voice, "Turn over onto your
stomach." I obeyed, but as I turned over, he took hold of my shirt at the
shoulders and pulled the shirt a little way down my arms. Once I was lying
face down, he pulled my arms around so that he could slide the shirt down
them and removed it completely.  Now all I had on was the shorts and
absolutely nothing else. Mike started to scratch my back very lightly up
and down.  Each time he moved his fingers down my back he went a little
further than before, until he was also going over my buttocks and onto the
backs of my legs. I could not help giving little moans of pleasure now.  I
expected my master to complain and say he had not given me permission to
make a noise, but he seemed to ignore me instead. Once his fingers reach
the backs of my knees on his downward journey he started to slide his hands
under my shorts on the upward journey, and every so often would let a
finger go right into the crevice between the two cheeks. Mike then started
to pull my shorts down but because my hard on had protruded out of the
shorts, the waistband got caught on Charlie. Mike ordered me to lift my
pelvis just a bit, and managed by pulling the shorts down to get my penis
to turn and point down between my legs.  Though I found this a bit
uncomfortable I could not say anything because I had not been given
permission to talk, and Mike was not saying anything either. He lifted each
leg in turn to take the shorts off over the feet, and when he put them back
down, he placed them far enough apart that he could now kneel between my
legs. Mike now concentrated on massaging my buttocks and thigh muscles. At
last he also started to give fleeting touches to the underside of my cock,
which was pointing its full four inch length down the bed between my
legs. He also tickled my scrotum occasionally, and began to rub the space
between the ball bag and my hole. "Turn over," again a short but definite
command. Again, I obeyed. As soon as I was on my back I felt my cock
engulfed in his mouth. His tongue running over the head and gently probing
the slit. I was so turned on that it was but a few far too short minutes
before I came for the first time without actually touching my cock with my
own hand. I had not even had a wet dream by this time in my life. Mike
stopped then and said I could take my blind fold off, but must not touch
him yet. He moved to lie beside me on the bed and propped his head up on
his elbow. He then started to stroke the hair around my cock. "We have a
bit of a problem here." I hadn't been given permission to talk so remained
silent. "You can talk with me now. On camp it is customary that the slaves
have to undergo some punishment for bad behaviour. Nearly always, that
punishment includes being shaved from the shoulders to the toes."

"So what is the problem with that?" I asked.

"Well, if we shave you, it will be very obvious to your mom and sister the
first time you go naked at home. And if you don't go naked they will
probably want to know why."

"Oh, don't worry about that.  I have already shaved myself a few times, and
if I wait till the day after I get home from camp before going naked at
home, I can just say that I shaved that day."

At that Mike gave me a big hug and said, "See. I told you, you were neat."

"Or of course," I said, "you could just shave me now and not have to do it
at camp."

"No. I would like to, but the other guys will smell a rat and say that I
have prepared you for all this and then will give you a very hard time."

"O.K. Now please, can I touch you?"

"Yes, but first I am going to stand up, and I want you to remove all of my
clothes without touching my skin."

I stood up in front of Mike and pinched the edges of his `T' shirt so that
I could get a grip of the material without actually touching his skin. Then
I started to lift it up, and started to laugh. I was laughing over two
things.  Firstly Mike was that much taller than me, and so of course I did
not have a hope of lifting it up over his arms without touching him or
not. But what really got me laughing was Mike had drawn a face on his
belly, with his navel as the mouth, and a balloon caption with the words,
"I love you Rick." Then I started to cry, because no one had ever said that
to me excepting my mom, and she is expected to say things like that.

Suddenly Mike was holding me tightly in his arms and apologising. "I'm
sorry kiddo. I did not mean to upset you. I thought it was a good way to
let you know that you are very special to me and that is why I love you."

"Its o.k.," I sobbed, "it's just that no one has ever been this nice to me
before. And I love you too and so it's so nice to know you love me enough
to draw funny pictures on your body it just makes me cry."

"Well, better it happen now than on camp. The other guys will give you a
lot of shit if you cry on camp."

"I promise, I will try not to cry then. You will have to be a bit mean to
me if it looks like I am going all mushy." I whimpered out. I n coming to
hug me Mike had taken his shirt off, but still had his shorts on. I did not
say anything more, but started to slide them down his legs, and I was not
really caring if I touched his skin now or not. As soon as I had helped him
to step out of his shorts I turned my concentration toward his genital
area. I realized now that though I had seen his cock before, I had not
really noticed that unlike me he had been circumcised, but not completely
and so had like half a foreskin which rounded over the ridge of his cock
head and then stopped. This was not the norm for our part of the world. It
was common practice for boys to be cut on the eighth day in following the
example of the Jewish religion. Not that we were Jewish, the doctors just
did it on the eighth day after birth as a matter of course. I thought to
myself that Mike's was the first uncut cock I had seen.  Well, at least,
that I had noticed. I gingerly put my hand up to it as I was still crouched
on the floor from taking his shorts off, and started to stroke it very
softly. Although he had not gone totally flaccid during my tears, his prick
gained a bit more rigidity under my caresses. As he hardened, the head of
his cock came right out of what remained of his foreskin. This looked
really special and was such a turn on. I brought my other hand up by
stroking up the inside of his leg until I was cupping his nuts in it and
using my index finger to probe around the area between his nuts and his
hole. I was still kneeling in front of Mike and thus was in the perfect
position to make a concentrated study of his manhood. Of course that is not
quite how I would have put it back then in the late 1960's, but as I can't
remember all the words and details imagination has to play some of a part
in this narrative. I changed from gently stroking the underside of his cock
to allow my hand to encircle it and then I started jerking him off in
earnest. This is the first time I had ever really wanked another person and
I kept an eye on all that I was doing so I did notice that when I moved my
hand down toward the base of his penis, Mike's skin slid back so it looked
like he was fully circumcised. I also noticed that it was a different
colour to mine. Mine was a dark reddish purplish brown, whereas Mike's was
more purple and less brown. He also produced a lot more pre-cum than I was
capable of, but then he also had an older and more mature set of goods. His
cock was at least an inch and a half longer than mine and half as thick
again; while his balls hung lower and were larger than what I sported. But
it did not embarrass me because Mike had not let it by making very nice
comments about what I had and how I was so much more ahead than he was at
my age and in fact than most boys are at eleven and two thirds years. His
pre-cum had now produced sufficient quantities to lubricate his prick so
that my hand was sliding rather than his loose skin was sliding so the head
was not coming all of the way out of his foreskin any more and because I
wanted it to, I tightened my grip on his cock. Mike moaned a bit and then
asked me to lighten my grip as I was strangling him. He also started to run
his hands through my hair and gently pushed my head closer to his cock.  I
got the message and braced myself for yet another new experience. One, with
which I was not sure how I would cope. But I stuck my tongue out and just
licked the tip of his cock. I got that beautiful salty pre-cum taste and
new instinctively that I was going to like this sort of thing, so I opened
my mouth and closed it around his head.  While I let my hands continue to
stroke and caress the lower part of his cock and his scrotum I moved my
head up and down on the end of that lovely prick. Then I let my tongue do a
bit of exploring and could make out the little slit right on the end of his
penis. By mistake, I think, I learned that I could push my tongue under his
foreskin a little bit and when I moved it around to go to the underside of
his cock Mike started to moan and began to push his cock deeper into my
mouth. I got the hint and started to take him in as far as I could go, but
because I was inexperienced I did not know how to take him in all the way
without gagging. "Try relaxing a bit," Mike urged. I did try but was not
very successful and really gagged one time to where I thought I was going
to be sick. Suddenly Mike gave a yell and then erupted into my mouth. I was
not ready for the amount of cum that he ejaculated and so did not get it
all swallowed, and so ran out of my mouth. Once again, good old Mike, my
Mike, was there to the rescue. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent
down and licked the cum which was running down my chin off.

"Rick, you are a quick learner", he said, "are you sure you have never done
this sort of thing before?"

"Of course I am sure," I said. "I did not know that I was like this until
you and I did this last week!"

We went over to the bed and lay down next to each other and just started to
explore each other's bodies with our hands and finger tips. It was
exhilarating. I never knew that touching someone else to give them pleasure
could give me so much pleasure. Even though I had orgasmed less than half
an hour ago, my cock was as hard as ever.

"You know that as my slave, on camp you have to sleep in my tent, and it
will be just the two of us in the tent? The other guys will all sleep in
another tent."

"That is very helpful, don't you think?" I opined

"Rather. Whoever thought up these traditions must have been like us." Mike
continued, "We will still have to be careful. Can't make too much noise or
they will get suspicious and might set a trap to catch us out. But it will
be o.k. to get a hard on when I shave you because I will have to hold your
dick and pull your ball bag around a bit. In fact it is expected that the
shaver makes a bit of effort at getting the slave to have erections from
time to time."

"How much should I object to what you do to me? I mean we know anything you
do to me is just fine by me because I trust you, but the others must think
that I will be upset by some things. Can I get sulky at times and be a bit
obstinate about obeying orders and things like that?" I asked.

Mike answered, "You will need to show some objection to things that I do
because the others will expect that, and I have got to have reasons to
punish you at times. If you think I am going too far, then we will use a
code of some sort so that you can let me know and I will ease up. I don't
want you to come home from camp hating me."

"I could never hate you!" I interrupted. "Even if you made me lick your bum
clean after you have had a shit instead of using toilet paper, I could not
hate you. I don't want you to do something like that; it would be going too
far, but even so I would not hate you for it. I would sulk and not let you
have any pleasure from me for a bit, but I would still love you."

"Ricky, my love, you are so special to me. I wish I had not waited so long
to get to know you better. I know what our code should be. If you want to
let me know that you are taking to much strain, you must address me with
the title, `your majestic sir.' And if I think you are carrying your
disobedience to far I will call you a worthless bum. O.k.?"

"Yes master.  But what if I am not being naughty enough?" I answered.

"Well, I could praise you and call you my goodie two shoes slave."

"Don't you think that would be a little obvious if I am good and suddenly
go bad?"

"Not if I sound really sarcastic about it. You could feign anger or hurt
and change from there on."

"O.K. Now is there anything else the slave needs to know so that he doesn't
fuck up on the day?"

"No. But there is one thing more at the moment. I have been sewing and have
changed your loin cloth a bit. I want you to try it on and we will see how
good a seamstress I have been."

"You can't be a seamstress." I laughed. "Seamstresses are girls and this
thing," I grabbed hold of his cock, "proves that you are not a girl. You
have to be a tailor."

Mike was digging around in the very back of the lowest drawer in his
chest. "O.K. if you want to split hairs, I will be a tailor. There, I've
got it! Now put it on so I can see how it is." He had pulled the cloth from
the drawer. I later learnt that he had sellotaped it to the back of the
drawer so that it would not be found. As he handed it to me, I saw that it
had a different piece of cloth on which bulged more like a pocket. I pulled
it up my legs to get the elastic waist band into the right position. Then I
just stood there, with Mike looking at me until finally I told him that he
had better finish positioning it how he wanted it. Mike needed no further
invitation and promptly knelt down in front of me to pass the beaded cord
between my legs. He traced the line of my crack with the beads until he
reached the band and tucked it through; giving it a final jerk to pull it
up tight and make sure the cord was lying in the crevice of my bum. Then he
kissed my bum. What Mike had done was to take a bigger triangle of cloth
and gather the edges to bring them in to the same length as the original
one, but creating a pouch in the process. "Jump up and down a bit." He
ordered and I did. Charlie stayed inside where he was supposed to, but you
could clearly see his movement when I was jumping. Mike began to rub
Charlie to get him to stand up and of course this did not take long. This
had a real tenting effect on the cloth and it was obvious that I would not
be able to hide any erections which might occur whilst wearing this. The
other thing was that the material he had used was a silky type which was
very smooth, but was also a little bit see through, and where my cock
pressed against it you could see both the shape and the change in shading
of my skin. "Now the water test. Come with me." Mike grabbed my penis and
led me through to the bathroom. "Stand in there." He ordered, indicating
the shower alcove. He took the shower head down and directed it away from
my body while he got the water temperature right. "Don't want it too cold,
or you might get frost bite and not be able to give me any pleasure." He
giggled. Then he turned the spray directly on to my crotch. And soaked the
cloth and me from the waist down. The wet material became almost completely
see through now and even where it did not actually touch my skin, you could
see what was behind it. "It will look better once you have been shaved, but
I think you are going to find yourself accidentally wet quite often on this
camp. Now I want you to take it off and let me get in the shower with you."
Like an obedient slave I obeyed and we began to shower together making sure
we lathered each other up very well in a particular area. "Don't play with
my cock too much Ricky, I still want you to do something else and so I
don't want to cum just yet."

"What do you want me to do, oh Master? Your will is my command." I replied
and Mike giggled. I enjoyed hearing Mike giggle because he sounded so happy
when he did and I wanted him to be happy.

"You make me into a little child, my neat Ricky. I can't help laughing at
some of the things you say. But now I want you to come inside me, please."

"You mean you want me to fuck you up the arse?" I asked rather nervously.

"Yes, my sweet. I want to experience it for the first time with you."

"Are you sure, Mikey," I asked. "I've heard it hurts quite a lot,
especially the first time?"

"I know. That's why I want you to do it. I know you will go easy and will
stop if I ask you to. Will you do it please?" Mike pleaded. "I've got to
know what it is like."

We dried off and went back through to Mike's room. "I'll do it, but only if
I can see your face so I will know if you are too sore." I told him, "Have
you got any Vaseline or something?"

Mike got out a bottle of baby oil and handed it over to me, and then lay
down on the bed on his back with his arse just on the edge of the bed. I
started by rubbing liberal amounts of it onto the region of his
anus. "Stick your finger in first please" Mike requested. I wasn't too sure
how this would be as I had not even stuck a finger in my own backside
before, but I started to press my finger against the puckered hole and push
very gently. "Push a bit harder please," came the request and so I did. My
finger began to slide past the restriction of his muscle and soon I found
it was in as deep as I could get it to go. "Wiggle it around a bit," Mike
ordered. I began to feel what ever I could and was surprised to feel the
ridged and tight extension of what I thought was his cock.

"Is it hurting Mike?" I asked.

"No! It's fucking marvellous," he said. "But please put your cock in now."
I did not need to work at getting an erection to do this as just playing
around with my fingers was enough to get me really hard, so I moved to
kneel between his legs and then began to guide my cock up against his bum
hole with my hand. I rubbed it for a while against his crack while put more
liberal amounts of baby oil onto my cock and his bum. Then I pulled my cock
down and aimed it right at the cherry and began to push gently. Mike
groaned and so I pulled back a bit. "Don't pull away," he almost shouted at
me. "Push man, push." And so I pushed. Suddenly the head of Charlie popped
through the restriction of his sphincter muscle, and the sudden movement
caused him to cry out in pain. I stopped and started to pull out again
while saying sorry, but Mike stopped me and said to stay still for a
while. Then he told me to carry on pushing. I could feel his muscle tighten
up and then relax again, but I pushed in slowly as requested and soon was
in all the way as my balls came up against his cheeks. "Hold it a minute,"
Mike said. "It is hurting but I think it will ease off if we just rest a
bit and I relax." I brought my hand which was still covered in baby oil
around onto Mike's stomach and then down to his penis. I started to jack
him off while he rested. I figured this might take his mind off the pole in
his backside enough to let it relax properly. Mike expressed his joy in
what I was doing and then asked me to pull back just a little. I withdrew
Charlie about half an inch and stopped. "O.k. Push it back in again," I was
commanded. So I pushed back in and then began to pull out again. Mike did
not stop me so I pulled out abut an inch and pushed back in again. Soon I
was pulling out almost the full length of my cock and was really enjoying
my first ever fuck. I could see Mike was both enjoying it and hurting and
so I kept on asking him if he was o.k. "Just keep on going," he shouted,
"And try to make your cock reach different places inside me." I
instinctively began to change the angle of my approach to him and found
that made my cock go to different sides of his chute. I realised that I had
stopped playing with Mike and he was jerking himself off. Out of the blue I
discovered that I had reached that point of no return and nothing was going
to prevent me from cumming and so I shouted it out to Mike, who was
flogging his cock really hard and he simply said, "cum but don't stop." I
looked down at his cock and saw the first spurt of his seed shoot out
towards his chest, with one drop landing very close to his nipple. This was
enough for me and I erupted into his backside. I leant forward and
carefully licked up all the cum I could reach, and then moved over to kiss
Mike and share his offering with him. I could not believe how strongly I
felt about Mike. In my mind I would consider him as my own, yet I also saw
myself as his possession and totally subject to his will. I would have to
do whatever he asked me for I could not do anything else. I trusted him
completely, even though I had only really known him for a relatively short
time. There was a bond between which would be able to stand the test of
time. I am not sure that this is how I would have described it at the time,
but now with hindsight I can see that this was how it clearly was. But like
all good things, an end had to come, the evening was drawing nigh, and so I
had to get dressed and ride home before darkness fell.  We kissed good bye
realising that we would be on camp the next weekend and therefore would
spend the whole weekend together, as well as our first night in the same
bed.

Chapter 3

We had three more days of school that week and rode together each day. This
meant that we were able to kiss each other in the morning and again after
school, but we could not risk doing anything more than that for fear of
being found out. Homosexuality is still against the law and carries a
mandatory prison sentence, (no matter what age you are) in Zimbabwe. We
were at least able to talk during these rides and sometimes our
conversation would be about the time we had on Saturday and then what we
were going to try on camp; but most of the time we spent telling each other
how we felt about each other, and discussing various plans to be able to
see ach other without raising suspicions. It was not common for two boys
with an age difference like ours to spend a lot of time together.

Finally Friday came, and with it a bonus. As we were already into our
school holidays, we were free to go out to camp in the morning instead of
after school as was the common practice. Mike's father had arranged a bit
of time off work to take us and as they had a small mini bus and trailer,
Mike's dad was able to do it alone. We met at the Scout hall and packed the
kit we needed into the trailer and then piled into the car and were on our
way by 8.30. This meant that we got to the camp just before 10.00, and
would have until about 6.00 that evening to get set up and sorted out
before we would see another adult. We unhitched the trailer because it was
to be left out with us for the weekend and then Mike's father left us. At
last we were on our camp! We first changed out of our uniform so that it
would not get dirty and hung it up on clothes hangers in the branches of
the trees. As it was very hot, about 34 degrees Celsius, we did not put
shirts on and walked about in shorts and tackies. Mike as Patrol Leader
began to give us our orders for setting up the camp and we started with
erecting the main tent first, and followed this with the PL's tent. Then we
were divided up to carry out various tasks such as filling the water
containers, collecting wood for the cooking fires and setting up the
kitchen area. We also had to build with poles and lashings a dining table
and various other camp gadgets.  Knowing what was coming up, I carefully
managed to keep a bit of distance between myself and the other boys -- they
were going to have to work a bit for their fun. It was while we were
working on these things, that Mike suggested he needed some tea and asked
who wanted to make it. This obviously was the clue all had been waiting
for, and while I knew what was going to happen, I had to pretend that I was
totally ignorant. John the APL said to Mike, "What you need is a personal
slave to do these chores for you." The rest of the patrol except for the
sole first timer, me, joined in suggesting the same thing and the game was
on.

"A slave, yes that would be nice. He could also make my bed and so on. Yes,
but who would be my slave?" Mike was giving the right answers and the rest
of the patrol all suggested me, to which Mike replied that I might just
make it to slave standard. I had not noticed that while this bit of
conversation had been going on, John had moved around to position himself
behind me. I had thought that by keeping my distance I would have a small
chance to run away and make the others give chase. As the others started
towards me, I jumped up and turned to run, but John was right there and he
grabbed me in a bear hug of note. Seconds later each arm was taken into
custody by the other two patrol members, Andrew and Steven.

John asked them, "have you got hold of him?" to which they replied they
had. John then released me from his bear hug. As soon as he did this, I
started struggling against the other two and nearly got away from one of
them, but as I was the smallest and youngest person out there, I really did
not stand much chance, but I was going to give it all I had. I pulled and
shouted, I dug in my heals and tried to get my legs wrapped around a tree
trunk as we went past it, but all to no avail. John told Steve and Andy to
hold me still, and then he came up and grabbed hold of my legs at the
ankles and lifted me off the ground. I continued to try and kick and
wriggle, but there was not much I could achieve against three others, and
so was brought eventually before my `master'

I was held in front of Mike who just looked at me for a while, then, "What
have you brought for me here?" he asked.

"We have brought a slave for you, oh great one" the other three replied in
chorus.

"A slave? He looks a bit small for a slave, but he might just do." Mike
responded. "But I am not too sure. Prepare him for examination." He
ordered. I was dragged away by the guys to be 'prepared'.  It was really
hard to act as if I did not know what to expect, except when some things
were done which I had not been told about.  Of course I struggled as much
as I thought reasonable while I was being stripped, and was rather proud
when there was obvious amazement shown at my level of development,
especially when John told Steve that I had more hair than he had. Steve, of
course, was not so pleased. I had expected to be dragged back before Mike
as soon as I was naked, but this is where things changed a bit. John
produced a stave (a stick like a broom stick but with measurement and other
markings on it) and said I was to be tied to it. They placed the stave
across my shoulders and tied my arms to it in a crucifix fashion.

"That will teach a lowly slave to think he can fight against his betters."
John said. The stave was then tied between two trees so that I was in a
standing position.  If being naked had caused me concern, I would have been
feeling really bad, but as I actually enjoyed the freedom of nudity and
cared not who saw my body, I was o.k. Even though I felt I had to protest
because this would be expected. The next thing Steve and Andy attached a
rope to each ankle and tied the other ends of the ropes to the base of the
trees, forcing my legs to pulled apart, and placing me in a very vulnerable
position, and totally helpless. They then threw a bucket of water over me,
saying that I should be clean for the master's inspection. John went off to
call Mike to see his new slave.

Mike came and immediately told the other three off, saying they had been a
bit excessive in their treatment, and warned them that I was his slave and
therefore untouchable without permission. Mike then turned to me and told
me that I was his slave to do as he said and that I had better obey him. He
then produced the loin cloth which I already knew about and told the others
to release me and put the cloth on. "That is all you will wear for this
camp except when the warden comes." He said. "You will also sleep in my
tent in case I need anything during the night." I was untied and given the
loin cloth which I put on, even though I would have preferred to go
naked. I then went to Mike and showed I was willing to play along by asking
my master what he wanted. "Make me some tea," he ordered. I went off to do
his bidding and started to build a fire to boil the water. When the tea was
ready I asked the others if they would also like a cup. Mike immediately
stopped me and told me that if the others wanted tea made by me they had
ask his permission to get me to make their tea. Mike was making sure the
others knew they could not treat me as their slave also. Mike also told me
I could have some tea. He then went on to say that if I wanted anything, I
had to ask his permission first; even if I wanted to use the toilet I had
to ask first. "May I breathe master?" I asked sarcastically. I actually
wanted to see what Mike would do to punish me. I guess there is a bit of a
masochist in me.

"Be careful slave." Mike retorted, "I will not take any cheek from the
likes of you. Now for your punishment I want to play cards and you will be
the table." Mike made go down on my hands and knees, so that my back formed
a table top. The rest of the guys then proceeded to play a game of poker,
using matchsticks as chips. The beads on the loin cloth cord were getting
in the way, and so the cord was undone and allowed to hang between my legs,
which left my balls somewhat exposed. Mike was sitting at my head, and
occasionally he would let his hand run over my hair as he picked cards up
or put them down. By about the eighth hand I felt someone begin to feel my
balls and Charlie. I knew it could not be Mike because he was too far away,
but I had no idea who it was. When I tried to move my head to see Mike
quickly pulled it back, and eventually he just held my head between his
knees. Whoever was having a go with me was getting braver and he actually
began to jerk me off a bit. Enough in fact to give me a real hard on, which
would not go down too quick either. If he kept it up for the duration of
the game, I would have to stand up with no way of hiding it. The game of
cards was only to provide a punishment for me and it came to an abrupt end
after about the 30th hand when Mike said we needed to get on with sorting
out the campsite. I tried to remain kneeling and pull the beaded cord back
up to tuck into the elastic waist band again, but Mike ordered me to leave
it alone for now and go and make him a glass of orange crush. I had no
choice but to stand up with my erection still very hard. Mike saw it
immediately and stood up in front of me. He then leaned forward and
grabbing hold of it he asked in a soft voice what it was. "It is my hard
cock, master." I answered

"Well, we are getting frisky," he replied. "Might have to do something
about it later." I went off to get him his drink and when I returned he had
sent the others off on different errands so that he could talk with me. "Do
you always get a hard on when you kneel?" he asked.

"No. Only when someone plays with it while I am kneeling, master."

"I thought so. That must have been Steve. He seems to have paid a lot of
attention to your loin cloth, and he was sitting at the end.  We will have
to try and set up a way of finding out for sure. It could add a little more
to our camp."

I was not too sure about this as I wanted Mike for myself, but I was
willing to go along with him because I trusted him to do right by me. "How
will we do this, Mike?"

"I don't know yet. Maybe I will get him to help me when you have to be
punished again and we will watch for him to make a move and then hold him
to it."

"Don't you mind someone else having a go at me?" I asked.

"Well, I kind of like knowing that someone else apart from me thinks you
are worth it. But I would not let him go too far. Do you mind?"

"I'm not sure. I mean I like having my cock played with, but I also feel
that I want it to be you who does the playing."

"Then why didn't you object to it when it was happening?"

"I did not want to cause someone else to be embarrassed until I knew who it
was. But I like Steve and don't really want to hurt him either."

"Are you going to be naughty again so that I have to shave you today, or do
you want to wait till tomorrow?" Mike asked.

"I don't mind. You choose."

"Right today it is. I want the opportunity to hold your cock in front of
the others without them thinking it odd. If you know what I mean?"

"What must I do for this?"

"Be very cheeky to me. I will get Steve to help me apply the shaving foam
and we will watch and see if he gets lively. O.k.?"

I agreed to this course of action because I really wanted the others to
watch me being shaved, and I wanted to have Mike feel me openly. It might
seem strange, but when everything else had to be kept absolutely secret, it
felt right to be open about some of it also.  All the time we had been
talking, Mike had been playing with Charlie, but when we heard the others
returning from the chores Mike had sent them to do, he stopped and tucked
Charlie back inside the cloth. Of course he still stood out like a bell
tent, but there was no way to hide that. Andy noticed it first and turned
away unsure of how to react. In normal circumstances he would have made
fun, but he did not want to overstep the mark my master had laid down about
how I was to be treated by the others. When John saw it he was braver and
made some silly comment which got him a silent scowl from Mike, but which
alerted Steve to the predicament I was in. I noticed, though, that both he
and John kept checking on how my loin cloth was `fitting'.  Because Mike
and I had some questions about Steve's sexuality, the similar actions by
John made me also wonder about him. I learned a few months later that John
was definitely not gay, but although he made no moves on me for the whole
of the camp, I still kept the uncertainty in my head.

A little later Mike ordered me to go and prepare his bed, so that it would
be sorted before darkness fell. As I went off to do his bidding, I
remembered that I had to be cheeky to him and so I turned and asked, "And
does my master want a bunch of roses beside it and a chocolate on the
pillow?"

"Watch it! You naught y slave." Mike retorted "you are stepping very close
to the mark now."

"Watch what?" I asked. "You would have to drop your pants for me to watch
`it' properly."

"My word! You are in such trouble now. Go and make my bed quickly and while
you are doing that I will think of a suitable punishment for your insolence
slave."

"Yes Master." I knew I had done enough and so went off as though I was
worried about what would happen to make Mike's bed up. I also took the
opportunity to make my own bed up while there was still good light because
trying to do anything by the light of a small torch on a dark African night
is not very easy.

When I returned to Mike he was sitting with a smug grin on his face. "You
think you are so smooth with your comments, don't you? Well you will be
smoother." He smirked and continued, "At least your skin will be smooth
anyway." He then ordered the other guys to tie me to the stave which had
been left tied between the two trees. Once again I was grabbed and dragged,
kicking and yelling, to the place of punishment, as it was soon to be
christened. As soon as my arms had been tied to the stave Mike gave the
area its name and ordered that the loin cloth be removed. When I protested,
John has Steve and Andy hold a leg each while he removed the cloth in rapid
time. I continued to protest and ignored orders to shut up. So john who was
still holding the cloth, used it to gag me. I took this as an opportunity
to show that I realized my protest was futile and became quite docile,
mainly so that I would not be cut by the razor. Again a rope was attached
to each ankle and legs were drawn as far apart as they could get them
without leaving me suspended in crucifixion. Mike had already got out of
his bag a shaving mug and brush along with a safety razor. He handed the
mug and brush to Steven and told him to lather my back up. He had to
explain to Steve how to do it though because like Andy and me, he had not
yet started to shave. I could not see how this affected Steve, because he
was behind me, but I knew he would have to do the front as well and so just
waited. After he had got lather spread over my back, causing me to wriggle
around from the tickling of the brush, Mike proceeded to shave my back of
all the fine hair which could only be seen when the sun light was shining
on it at the correct angle. "Now do his bum." Mike ordered Steve. "and make
sure you get right in the crack as well." He directed. More tickling and
more wriggling later, Mike set to getting the bum fluff removed, even right
into the crack, pulling my arse cheeks apart to achieve this. In doing this
he also managed to give my balls a little squeeze which set my cock to
throbbing a tiny bit, but not actually getting hard. The backs of my legs
followed, then one at time my arms were untied and cleaned of all hair,
including my arm pits, the back of hands and my fingers. The barely visible
hair on my chest and belly and went the same way and then the front of my
legs were shaved. By this time I was able to observe Steve while Mike was
shaving and I noticed he made the occasional adjustment in his pelvic
area. More adjustment than would be normally expected, even though he tried
to conceal it as scratching himself. Finally they came to my pubic hair and
Mike moved himself to be in a position to see how Steve reacted while he
was lathering it all up. Mike made him spend a bit longer than necessary on
this which resulted in my cock beginning to stiffen up just before Steve
stepped back from his task. When he did so, I saw that he very definitely
had reacted and had a hard which could not easily be concealed. Mike then
moved forward and stated to shave again. He took great pains to talk about
what he was doing with my cock to make sure it was out of the way and would
not get nicked by the blade. What he was really doing was giving me a light
wank, and when he stepped away having completed the task of rendering me
smooth from the shoulder down, I had a massive hard on which was on full
display for all to see. Mike also had an erection, but this was expected
because of what he had just done and so no one said anything about
it. Steve just kept his eyes glued to my penis, almost unashamedly. I was
left tied to the stave until my erection had dissipated which was no short
time because I had been very excited in that region, and yet had not had
the fulfilment of an orgasm to assist the deflation process. By the time I
had become flaccid enough for Mike to consider releasing me, the evening
was beginning to draw in and it was getting close to when the warden would
appear, so Mike told me to leave the loin cloth and put on a pair of shorts
and we all had to put shirts on. I was commanded not to wear any underwear
though as slaves would not be allowed to own such luxuries.  We got our
selves dressed as instructed and began to prepare our evening meal -- a
task we all had to participate in. The warden came while we were doing this
and took Mike with him on an inspection of the campsite. He then looked at
Mike's program for the weekend and after having a cup of tea he left
advising us to be careful and he would be back the following evening.

As soon as Mike felt sure the warden was definitely gone he ordered us all
to get on with cooking the supper, and ordered me out of my clothes, but I
was not allowed to put the loin cloth on either. I had to go naked, which
of course did not bother me at all. After we had eaten, we played a simple
game. The game was a type of wide game played in the area surrounding our
campsite. One person, the spy) was given a piece of `secret war ordinance'
(in our case a billy can) which had to be carried through enemy lines to
headquarters (our campsite). The idea being to work through the rough
terrain of Scrubbs Park without being caught by the other members of the
patrol. Each of the other members of the patrol was given a piece of rope
to tie up their prisoner. If the spy got through and sounded the gong (a
kitchen spoon hit against the bucket) he got a point. If he was delivered
tied up and the gong was sounded the captor got the point. In keeping with
tradition, Mike was the first spy and needless to say he got through and
banged away on the bucket. Mike then appointed me to be the next spy, and
so off I went with my billy and nothing else but tackies. I decided to try
and take a wide curve and come into the campsite from the opposite
side. With no moon it was very dark and this made it much harder to move
without making sounds as it was next to impossible to see piles of dried
leaves or thin twigs and sticks which would snap when trod upon. The others
had obviously spread out and so only one heard where I was moving and he
homed in on me. When we were attacked by the enemy we tried to remain as
quiet as possible because any noise would attract the others and then the
spy would have less chance of escaping, and the captors would have to share
the points. Suddenly as I was moving carefully around a large granite
boulder I felt a lasso of rope tighten around my arms at chest level and
Steve jumped down from the boulder and told me in a whisper to be quiet.  I
kept quiet but tried to get the rope up off my arms and failed. Steve
simply kept pulling down on the rope and with full use of my arms I was at
a distinct disadvantage. The next thing Steve passed the loose end of the
rope between my legs and pulled it back round behind me. He then tied the
rope first around one wrist and then the other. Then he took the end on
around and tied it to where the rope came through between my legs. My hands
were now totally useless, but I could still walk. I told Steve that it was
o.k. and I agreed he had got me as his prisoner and that I would not give
him any trouble as we went back to the campsite, but Steve had some other
plans before that were to happen. He pushed me back against the boulder and
placing one hand on my chest he leaned into me.  Although he was only
slightly bigger then me, he had the advantage and I was forced back against
the slope of the rock face which put me a bit off balance. This meant that
Steve could hold me there with one hand and have the other free, which he
used to his own enjoyment. He whispered into my ear, "I enjoyed lathering
you up today, and I think you enjoyed it also." Then he placed his free
hand on my cock and balls and started to feel around the area lightly, but
firmly. "Yes, really smooth. It feels just like a baby's bum, and you like
this, don't you?"  Charlie's spirit had been awakened and excited enough
times during the day without the final resolution so he very quickly came
to attention and stood for orders. "Yes I can see you do like it." Steve
went on. And he started to give me a good wanking. However, fulfilment was
not to come this time either, because the other guys began calling out and
I decided to reply. Steve realised that he would not be able to continue
and so he grabbed me by my cock and led me back to camp to get his
point. Of course he let go of my cock before we were in view of anybody
else but not in enough time for my boner to relax, so once again there were
looks which asked questions no one would answer. We continued to play the
game until each one had had a chance at being the spy. Mike won because he
was the only one who got through without being caught and he also caught
Andy. At the end of the game we got our torches and went off to the
showers. It was quiet strange showering in the dark. We could not leave the
torches on because the batteries would run out. Of course this gave rise to
a bit of fun and a lot of hunting on the floor for the soap. I also managed
to wash Mike's pelvic area without the others realising what I had
done. Steve somehow managed to `accidentally' touch everyone else's cock
and bum also. We returned to the campsite and all piled into the one patrol
tent to do something else before we went to bed. After throwing some ideas
about it was agreed that we would take it in turns to tell scary
stories. We closed the flaps of the tent and again to save batteries we
turned all torches off. Inside the tent was even darker than outside and as
Mike led off telling a story, not being able to see anybody, and just
hearing his somewhat disembodied voice made it seem more real and therefore
that much scarier. Shortly after Mike began his monologue I heard and
sensed some movement near me, and then a hand started to touch me on my
ankle and slowly worked its way up my leg heading towards my cock yet
again. I thought it would be Steve and so I put my hand on his arm and
instead of stopping him I followed his arm to find his torso and worked my
hand down to his pelvic region. After all what is good for one is good for
another! The feelers hand reached my cock first and without having any
clothing to cause an encumbrance was soon pumping my cock in slow
methodical strokes. I was rewarded by finding that the feeler's cock was
rock hard when I reached it, even when feeling through his clothes. I moved
around a little bit and then found that there was a gap between his shorts
and his leg which I could get my hand into. This made it possible to feel
his cock directly through his briefs, but this was not enough for me. I
want flesh on flesh and so worked my fingers under the elastic of the
brief's leg opening and basically hooked his cock and balls out. I began to
wank him in turn and found that even though I knew it was not Mike I was
pleasuring, I was enjoying what I was doing. I was aware, however, that I
was not experiencing as much pleasure or as intense feelings in my cock as
I did when with Mike. Although I was concentrating on what was happening in
my nether regions and what I was doing in the same place on someone else I
was still listening to Mike's story and realised that he was building very
quickly to a climax, and as the story revolved around the sun crashing into
earth, I realised there might be sudden light thrown on the scene and
prepared myself for it.  Firstly I made sure the cock and balls I was
feeling were pulled as far out of the owner's shorts as I could get them --
I wanted his boner to be on view if light suddenly flooded the scene. I
also moved the feeler's hand away from cock so that it was not obvious I
had allowed anything to be done to me.  Then as I continued to wank the
cock in my hand I listened more intently to the story and pulled my hand
away just in time for my guess had been correct. Mike had a torch which was
like a flood light on a sports field, and he had got up on his knees while
he was talking and as the final words came out with the sun crashing into
earth, he switched the torch on holding it above our heads, pointing down
into the circle of five bodies in the tent. Despite everyone jumping in
fright at the way he had brought his story to a conclusion, Steve's hard on
was un-missable and it seemed that Mike had literally spot lit his cock
with the torch. John broke out in a grin and asked Steve if horror stories
turned him on. Steve just remained silent. After all! He could not accuse
me or else I could tell of what he had done during the earlier wide
game. Also because I had moved his hand away earlier, my boner had
virtually gone and so it did not look like I was involved at all. I did let
Mike know by giving him a wink when everyone else was looking at Steve's
prominence. We decided not to continue our story telling as it was now
nearly midnight and we had a full program including a mountain climb
planned for the next day.  Also Mike wanted the opportunity to work out his
sexual frustrations from the day, as did I. Mike told me to get his
sleeping shorts out while he checked the fire was safe and we left the
other three in the ridge tent to get ready for bed themselves. We could
hear Steve getting a bit more ragging as they got changed but still he
could not let anything out of the bag. I quickly found Mike's shorts and
put them on his sleeping bag, then went out to see how he was doing with
damping the fire down. I moved quietly up behind him and put my hand around
onto his cock. He pushed it away saying that as the others might still be
moving around outside the tent it was not really safe. He could not contain
his patience however, and asked me what the wink was about in the tent and
so I told him about being jerked off during the game and how Steve had
again made a move on me during the telling of Mike's story. Mike laughed a
little when he understood how I had set Steve up and approved of what I had
done to repay Steve's taking advantage of my position earlier. We chatted
out by the fire for a little longer and then headed to our tent. Mike went
via the other tent and stuck his head in to check that all were o.k. Steve
and Andy were already asleep and John told Mike that he would have been
asleep sooner if Mike had not disturbed him. I was already in the tent
lying on my back and had a torch shining down my belly towards my pride and
joy when Mike put his head in and this made him laugh again. As Mike
crawled in (this was a low two man tent we had) he purposely crawled over
the top of me and paused to give my cock a lick and kiss, and then moved on
up to give me a full on kiss and explore my mouth with his tongue. He then
told me to assume slave mode zip up the tent door and undress him. This was
no easy task in the confines of the small tent and led to a fair bit of
stifled giggling, especially when his undies got snagged on his hard cock
while I was trying to pull them off using my mouth only.  The only way that
I could stop myself from outright laughter was to stuff his cock in my
mouth. With that I began to give him a bow job which he would remember for
a long time. I had put a pot of Vaseline jelly where I could reach it from
almost anywhere in the tent. While I was sucking intently on his cock I
reached over and got a good lump of the jelly on a finger which I proceeded
to smear around his rear hole, and then put the first of two fingers in his
jack. Mike groaned in pleasure softly as I drew the first finger out and
then inserted both fingers together. I began to feel around and soon sensed
from the reaction of Mike's prick that I was having an effect. Suddenly
without much warning Mike erupted in my mouth with the biggest load of cum
I had had from him to that time. There was so much I could not swallow it
fast enough and so some dribbled from mouth onto his ball bag. I got to
lick that up after he had finished shooting his wad. Then Mike told me it
was my turn but that as I had been a bad slave I needed to be punished. I
think we had both realised that I was into this slave thing in more ways
than one.

"Are you going to tie me up again?" I asked.

"No. You can pretend to be tied up if you like, but I am just going to have
to paint you first and then clean you."

"Paint me? With What?"

"With this. My favourite chocolate spread. Now lie down flat on your back
and let me punish you." With that Mike began to smear dollops of chocolate
spread over me. He first covered my nipples using a tantalising circular
motion. Then he ran a trail down my chest and abdomen to my navel which he
filled with spread and went on to completely plaster Charlie and my balls
with a good layer of chocolate. Finally he made me lift and spread my legs
so that he could paste another healthy serving in my crack and force a bit
up my chute. Mike then told me to lick his fingers and hands clean before
he would begin to remove any spread from me. At last he started to suck on
my tits and raise the nipples up to hard nodules full of excitement. His
tongue followed the trail down to my belly button which took quite some
cleaning and was very erotic. I did not know just how much pleasure a navel
could offer. With a clean belly the scrubber went on with his mission and
skirting my genitals hit the crack. Yet more pleasure, especially when he
pushed his tongue into my hole to get at the spread his finger had pushed
in earlier. I cannot begin to describe how intense the feelings I was
experiencing had become, but I did fear that when he eventually got to
Charlie, I would come very quickly and probably before he had finished
cleaning it all up. "Well I think I will leave the rest for breakfast."
Mike said and moved away from body.

"No! Please?" I pleaded. My cock had been teased all day and now I
desperately needed release. "I can't wait till morning, and besides the
spread will have rubbed off on my sleeping bag and you will have to lick
that instead of my cock."

"But you must be punished." Mike teased. "You have been naughty and I can't
let that be overlooked."

"Think of something else please?" I begged.

"O.K." Mike said, "I will finish this off tonight but tomorrow you will pay
extra for it." Mike put his tongue to my ball bag and used it to suck it
into his mouth while he sucked off the spread. At last he moved on to clean
my cock and after licking a lot around the base he ran his tongue up the
shaft and then swallowed it into his mouth and began to give me the blow
job I so eagerly desired. I was surprised at how long I lasted and do
believe that Mike got all of the chocolate spread sucked off before I
exploded in a sudden volley of bursts following each spasm of what was a
tremendous orgasm.

We shifted positions a bit and began to kiss each other whilst holding each
other in a very loving embrace.  We fell asleep in this position, both
stark naked and lying on top of open sleeping bags.

Chapter 4.

Saturday dawned bright and clear at about a quarter past five. I was the
first awake and had the pleasure of being to examine Mike in his natural
state without him interfering in any way. Just looking at him was enough to
excite Charlie who began to stiffen up in anticipation. I couldn't resist
it and so leant over and gave Mike's prick a kiss. I was amazed because he
reacted immediately, not by waking up but by getting an erection. I decided
that as I could not hear any movement from the other tent yet, they were
still asleep, and we would not be disturbed for a bit, and so I began to
lick Mike's cock and fondle his balls.  This woke him up, and he said good
morning to me and when I moved my mouth away from his cock to reply he
ticked me off and told me to get on with the job. So I did. I learned
something with this for as I took the full length of his cock into my
mouth, instead of gagging, I inadvertently swallowed, discovering that this
help me to take all of him. I tried this out a few times as I moved up and
down on his cock to make sure my discovery was in fact helpful and learnt
it to be so. As I sucked my hand explored Mikes bum and I soon had a finger
up his chute. Mike asked me to put two fingers up and wiggle them around
and so I did this using the saliva which was now running down between his
legs as a lubricant. I felt Mike was getting close and so moved faster on
his cock whilst pushing my fingers as deep into his arse as I
could. Without knowing it I was massaging his prostate with those two
fingers and was kind of shocked at what I felt in there as he started his
orgasm, giving me an appetiser for breakfast. I had only just finished
licking Mike's cock clean when we heard the other guys stirring and so
there was no time for Mike to do anything to me. Once again my hard cock
had to soften without release. After breakfast Mike announced we were to
climb the mountain across the valley from our campsite. As this would
involve having to walk about half a mile on the main road to get around the
swamp in the valley he said I would have to take a pair of shorts and shirt
with me and would wear them whilst on the road only. We put together a
backpack with some water, fruit and a few other bits and I was told I would
have to be the bearer as I was the slave. The mountain was a huge granite
outcrop rising about 1500 feet above the valley and we were to climb the
face which was the steepest side and away from the road. This meant that I
would not be on view whilst dressed only in a loincloth.  When we reached
the top we discovered the weather worn hollows spread across it were full
of water from the recent rains. Mike made us sit for a few minutes to cool
down a bit before he would let go in for a splash. We all stripped off and
jumped in the biggest pool which was about 8 feet across and 18 inches
deep. Of course, once we had finished splashing each other and messing
around the water level had gone down by a few inches but we had fun. We got
out to eat our fruit and dry off a bit and Mike said we all needed to put
sun screen cream on so that we did not burn badly. He then said the slave
would put it on everybody starting with him. I got the bottle of cream out
and poured a bit on my hand and began to spread it over Mike's back and bum
and down the back of his legs. When I moved on to do his front I carefully
avoided touching his cock, but he ordered me to do his cock as well as he
did not want to risk getting that sun burnt, and to make sure I got it
fully covered. Of course he got an erection with my ministrations, as did
I, but no one said anything. As I finished doing Mike he said, "And make
sure you cover all of the others as well."

John said, "I think I can do myself, thanks. I'll let the slave off."

"No you will not!" Mike ordered forcefully. "The slave will do everybody
and everything. That is the tradition, and we are not going to break it
now." That evening when we were alone in our tent I said I had not known
about the tradition and Mike told me that there was no tradition but he had
done it to give me some fun as the slave.

I dutifully -- and willingly -- obeyed and creamed up everybody, making
sure each of them were hard before I finished. John appeared very
uncomfortable with it but also did enjoy the physical thrill any penis
experiences at the touch of a gentle hand. When I had finished, Mike told
Andy that he was to do me. Andy objected at first, but then went on to do
it and I experienced a third hand on my cock that weekend. Now the only
person who had not given my cock a good feel was John; it would not happen
anyway because John was not gay at all and was old enough to stand up to
Mike on issues like that. In fact later on in the day, John told Mike
privately that he did not want to be involved in any more traditions which
involved touching cocks or the like. We sat around in the warm sun for a
while longer and then went back into the water for another splash
around. We also had a bit of a wrestling match which did not last long
because the stone was too rough on our naked skin, but during the wrestling
Mike managed to give my bum some good squeezes which were returned just as
joyfully as they were received and there were several instances of cocks
being pressed up against others bodies, which was all very erotic and all
but John had hard-ons at the end of the short game. Steve suggested we go
naked to get down the mountain, but Mike said this would not be a good idea
as we would be exposed to the sun for too long on top of the exposure we
already had and also we needed the protection of clothes for the narrow
passages we had had to squeeze through on the way up. I was the
exception. A lowly slave did not need to be considered for pampering, and
so was to make the descent in my loin cloth alone until we reached the road
again. Although the descent went faster than the ascent, we still did not
get back into our campsite until mid afternoon.  We had eaten our fruit
which we had taken up the mountain and so decided to go for an early supper
instead of lunch and supper. Mike set the other three to working on supper
while he and I went in search of new supplies of firewood.  He led me some
distance away so that we would not be overheard or seen and then he said
that I was to give him a wank.  This I did, and asked for one in return,
but he said I had to wait until we were in bed again as he had some special
plans and I would need all my spunk for them.  We then got together quite a
load of wood and headed back to camp, with me still supporting an erection
from unrequited sexual tension. Steve noticed my erection immediately and
said I must have a hard on more than a relaxed cock, which I took to be a
compliment and so just smiled a thank you at him. After we had eaten our
early supper, we went into the big tent and Andy got out a pack of cards
and suggested we play a game. We started with snap but that did not hold
our interest and so Steve suggested poker.  John asked, "What do we bet
with?" and Steve immediately replied, "Our clothes. Let's play strip poker
with forfeits."

"I don't want any of that," John said, "I'm tired of all this homo cocky
stuff. You do it but I think I will go and sit on top of the big rock and
watch the sunset if that is o.k." Mike realized that John was not very
happy with the theme the day had taken and so said that it would be
alright.

"How do we play with forfeits?" I asked.

"Well, we play strip poker as normal, but once someone is naked, instead of
dropping out the game, they continue to play and if they lose they have do
a forfeit which is decided by the others." Steve answered.

"What sort of forfeits?" Andy asked.

"Whatever we decide. It could be that you have clean the dishes after the
next meal, or that you have to be shaved, or have your balls polished, or
anything else we might come up with."

"I'm o.k. with that," I answered, "but I will be at a disadvantage as I
only have the loin cloth and a pair of shoes on, while you guys have
shirts, shorts, undies and shoes on."

"You'll just have to play more skilfully and win then, slave." Mike
said. And that was the end of that, so the game started. I was really
pleased because despite my disadvantage, Mike was the only one who did not
lose all his clothes before me. Andy had two forfeits to pay, and Steve had
five before I got one and then on the next hand Mike lost his undies and we
were all naked, which ended that portion of the game. It was decide to give
out the forfeits in lowest to greatest order and so I had to have mine
first. Mike suggested that as I could not be shaved again, I should have to
do the breakfast washing up in the nude. The others agreed to this and I
thought I had got off lightly as I had a good idea of what the others were
likely to get. We then moved on to Andy's two forfeits. I suggested that we
use sellotape and tape Andy's cock either to his leg or to his belly. Steve
said we should paint his cock with gentian violet, while Mike said we
should shave him (because he liked to see smooth boys). We decided we would
write the three ideas on pieces of paper and then Andy would draw his two
out of a hat. He drew a purple cock and the tape and so we set about
painting his cock with the gentian violet from the first aid kit, and of
course he got a nice hard on in the process.  It would take about a week
for the g.v. to wear off. We then got the sellotape from the supplies kit
box and started by first wrapping his erect prick entirely in tape and then
bending it down as far as it could go and attaching it by copious amounts
of tape to his left leg. He would have to stay like this till the morning
which meant that he would have to piss down his leg if he needed to go
before then. As it was almost time for the warden to come we agreed that we
would get dressed and sort out Steve's forfeits after the warden had
gone. I was sent to fetch John who clearly showed that he was not at all
happy about what had been going on. When I told him that Steve still had to
have his forfeits decided and carried out he expressed his displeasure with
a string of expletives. I tried to ease the situation by saying it was just
things which we were doing because we had the freedom of no adults present
to stop us, but this did not seem to help. The warden came, looked through
Mike's log and seemed to be impressed that we were all still in one piece
and the campsite was clean and tidy, and then he left with the promise to
see us before we left the next day. We waited half an hour to be sure he
had had time to go and then Mike called us into the tent and made us all
strip off so that we were all in the same state we had been in before we
got ready for the wardens visit. John said he would build a campfire and
went off again. Andy's cock had become flaccid, but was still taped
securely to his leg and looked very uncomfortable. We began suggesting
forfeits for Steve and as each suggestion was made, it was written on a
piece of paper and put into the hat. The final list of options which went
in were to have a purple cock, be shaved, be taped with his cock to one leg
and balls to the other, wash the lunch dishes in the nude, give each of the
others a blow job (Andy's to wait for the morning), have noughts and
crosses played on his bum with a permanent marker until there was no space
left to draw, lie on his back and be jerked off until he came by another
person, do the early morning run in the nude and spend the night with a wax
candle taped up his arse to make sure it could not come out. Mike turned
down having him tied to a tree for the night with a weight attached to his
foreskin. Steve was the only one who was not circumcised and his foreskin
protruded beyond the tip of his cock, saying that would be too cruel. He
also told Andy that he could take the sellotape of when we went for our
showers. John then came in to the tent and said the camp fire was ready but
not lit and that he wanted to go for a shower. Mike said it would be
o.k. and so john went off. Steve drew his first forfeit which was to be
shaved. Mike said I had to do the shaving while Andy lathered, and that we
would only do around his cock, and leave his legs and arms alone. Andy went
to get some water while I went to our tent and got the shaving gear from
Mike's kit. Although Steve was older than me he was not quite as well
developed as I was, but Andy put a good load of lather around and over his
cock and I set to work, making a meal out of making sure every last hair
was removed and giving his cock a good jacking as well. His next forfeit
required the use of more cotton wool and more g.v. and before much longer
his smooth hard cock was a lovely dark purple. The third time he dipped his
hand into the hat took care of the lunch dishes on Sunday. His fourth got
him running in less than me the next morning and his final one gave us a
game of noughts and crosses for about half an hour because we drew small
grid patterns. Mike then announced that we needed to get an early night
after our eventful day and so should go for a short campfire in the nude
and then shower and bed. As we left the tent John returned from the shower
and said he was very tired and would rather just go straight to bed even
though it was only half past nine in the evening. We agreed then to forego
the camp fire which none of us were really interested in and were only
doing because it was kind of an obligatory inclusion in any camp program,
grabbed our towels and soap bags and set off down the path to the showers,
all still in the nude. It took about ten minutes to walk to where the
showers were and we chatted along the way. Mike asked, "Andy, how have you
like the camp so far?"

"It's been really great."

"Even with your cock taped to your leg?" I asked.

"Well that is a bit uncomfortable as it pulls every time I take a step, but
I have like to be able to play around like this, and swimming in the nude
on top the hill was so good."

"What about having the sun cream put on? I liked that." Steve added.

"It was o.k. I mean we aren't supposed to like having another guy touch us,
but I did not find it so bad and my cock showed it did not mind anyway."

"How about you Steve?" Mike asked, "What have you liked about camp?"

"I have liked all of it. I really liked putting the shaving lather on Rick,
and being shaved myself. I think I like touching and being touched down
there."

"And you Rick?" Mike moved on to include me. "What has being a slave been
like so far?"

"It has been o.k. At first, I was scared that it would be really bad and I
would end up being made to lick the shit off your bum after you'd been to
the toilet and things like that, but you have been a kind master, thank
you."

"Would you have liked to have been shaved Andy?" Steve asked

"Actually, I think I might have. It would look quite good all of us going
around with no hair between our legs. How about you Mike? Want to be shaved
also?"

"My slave is going to do that to me in the shower tonight actually, and I
will do you also."

"Hey, what about me? Don't I get to shave any body this camp?"

"No! Afraid not. But you do get to lather Andy up." Mike replied. "So get
to it, here's the kit" Mike handed the shaving soap and brush to Steve and
then told me to hold the torch for him to see what he was doing. Andy's
cock was hard before Steve even got close to it with the lather, but now
this seemed to be quite normal and so no one commented. While Andy was
getting well lathered, Mike told me that he and I were going to give the
other two a good jerk-off as soon as the shaving was done and that as I had
already given Steve a bit of a wank, I would do Andy. Mike then set about
removing the pubic hair from Andy's body while Steve held a second torch so
that there was no chance of any mishap. I then had the pleasure of
ministering to my master's desires and began to lather his belly and nether
regions with relish. I tried to make sure that I gave him a good tickle
with the brush because I felt he deserved the pleasure. I also used the
brush to lather his crack and cheeks as I intended to try and shave them as
well. I took at least ten minutes with the lathering and made sure Mike's
prick was as hard as it could get. I put the soap and brush down and
reached for the razor. Then I asked Mike to turn around so that I could do
his bum first. He did so without objection and leaned forward so as to make
his bum more accessible. I followed each stroke of the razor with a light
rub with my fingers to make sure he was really smooth and to give his bum a
good feel. Finally using my other hand to help pull his cheeks apart I
cleaned his crack from hair. Mike turned around and I directed Steve and
Andy to hold the torches so that I could clearly see what I was doing. I
did not know what Mike had planned for later, but I was very sure I did not
want to dampen his enthusiasm by giving him any painful nicks with the
razor. Starting at his navel, I shaved all the hair down to about an inch
and a half down his legs. Being able to hold and pull on his ball bag and
cock to make the skin tight so that the razor would move over it smoothly
was as much enjoyment as the actual shaving was. When I was finished, Mike
went into the shower to wash off the last bits of soap and loose hair and
then said I had done a good job and he was really smooth. He called Steve
over to him and made him stand in front of him with his back to Mike. Mike
then told Andy to stand in front of me in the same way. Out of his soap bag
Mike pulled a bottle of baby oil and poured a bit into his palm before
passing the bottle over to me to do the same. He then told the other two
that as they had just been shaved they needed a bit of oil to stop any
possible itching, and the he and I would apply it to them. With that we
began to smear the oil over their cocks and balls, and went on to
masturbate them. Neither if the boys objected, but I did notice that for me
to bring Andy to orgasm, was not the same as doing it for Mike. I guess
that this is because I did not have any real feelings for Andy like I did
for Mike. Andy was a mate, but that was all. When we had finished, Mike
told the two of them not to say anything to John as he seemed a bit against
this sort of thing and we did not want to upset him further. We then had
our showers and helped to wash each as this was more fun than washing
ourselves, especially as we did this in the dark. Having walked down to the
showers naked we had to walk back to camp naked and the three of them said
they noticed that it was a bit cooler around their cocks with no fur to
keep it warm. I already knew this from the last 24 hours of
experience. Steve said that he was going to sleep in the nude as he though
this might be quite nice and suggested Andy does the same. Andy said he
would as he liked sleeping naked and did so quite a bit at home
anyway. They then asked me if I was going to sleep in the nude also.

"That will depend on what my master tells me to do. It won't be more than a
loin cloth if I do have anything on anyway." I replied.

Mike simply said, "I think Ricky is going to be naked until we get ready to
break camp now."

It was close to eleven o'clock when we got back to camp and Mike told the
other two to go straight to bed and to keep quiet so as not to wake John
up. Being very tired they did as ordered and within a quarter of an hour we
could hear by their breathing they were sound asleep. Mike and I peeped
into the tent to make sure and shone a veiled torch light up to the roof of
the tent. In the part light we saw the two had indeed gone to bed
naked. What is more, they were lying on top of their sleeping bags and were
holding hands.  We went into our tent and then Mike began to reveal some of
what was in store for me. Firstly he told me I was not to make a noise and
to make sure of this he was going to gag me. He took my troop scarf and
tied it over my mouth. Next he took some rope and tied my hands behind my
head and used a short stave across the back of my neck to make sure I could
not pull them down past my shoulders. My legs were then pulled up one a t a
time and my ankles were attached with rope to the same stave. I was well
trussed on my back with my arse and balls fully exposed to what ever else
he had in mind and I loved it. Next, Mike took two clothes pegs and
attached one to each nipple and the gentle pain from that was quite a turn
on. Mike then produced a bottle of baby oil and poured some into my navel
and down my belly to my cock and began to spread it around with his hand
until my stomach, cock, balls and arse were well greased up. Mike stated to
wank my prick with one hand while he used his finger to fuck my arse. After
about 5 minutes he put in two fingers and moved them around inside while
also pulling out and pushing in. Another five minutes and Mike said he was
going to go all the way, and if I hurt I was too close my eyes and grunt.
Being gagged I could not talk. Mike took some more oil and lubed his cock
up, and then he moved into position and placed the tip of cock against my
hole and put the pressure on. "Relax it" he ordered, I had tensed up with
expectation and he was having difficulty making penetration. I made myself
relax and as soon as I did the head of his cock popped through into my rear
end. The pain was something greater than what I had thought it would be and
I grunted and screwed my eyes shut and grunted again. The sudden pain also
made me tense up again so my muscle clamped down on his cock. "It's all
right, the pain will ease soon," Mike said. "Try and relax again. I will
not move until I feel you relax again." I willed myself to relax while Mike
kept his cock inside me but still. He began to play with my cock again and
also to tickle my tummy and sides because he knew that I liked it and it
would help me to relax. When he judged it to be right, he pushed in a bit
more. More pain! Another tensing of the arse, another wait to relax
again. This time though the pain was not as bad and the relaxing came
easier. Mike pushed in another inch or so and while there was still pain, I
managed not to tense up very tight, so Mike pushed in again and almost
immediately pulled out a little bit. I concentrated on trying to stay
relaxed in that region and soon Mike was moving in and out with nice even
strokes. For the first time in my life I was being fucked and that while
trussed up like calf in a rodeo. I can't really describe how I felt. I
enjoyed being in a situation where I was helpless to defend myself and at
another's mercy. I got a genuine sexual thrill out of this. And then to be
fucked for the first time, in what was in a sense a rape situation, but
because I was willing was not really rape. Suddenly, even though Mike had
stopped wanking me, I knew I was close to cumming, but being gagged I could
not say anything and so just shot my load as Mike pumped away in my
arse. Obviously it was the action Mike's cock was having on my Prostate
that brought it about, but I did not know that at the time. Seeing me
shooting out loads, set Mike off and he came inside me just as I finished.
Mike stayed inside me for a little longer while he used his hands to smear
my semen mixed with the oil over my belly and waited for his cock to
relax. He then slid his cock out and wiped it clean with some paper towel
which he tore off a role he had thought to bring along. Mike amazed me; he
had had to plan so much for this camp, and had still thought of all these
extras for our time together. Mike released my legs, and pulled them down
so that I was now laid out flat on my back, he then removed my gag and laid
down on top of me to kiss me in a long passionate kiss which saw both our
cocks get hard again as he lid his body over mine spreading the oil even
more. Then he stopped kissing me and thanked me for letting him do this to
me. He started to give me a slow leisurely wank which in a way was a bit
frustrating because I wanted to be able to feel him and wank him also and
he would not release my arms no matter how much I asked. It took quite a
while, but eventually I built up to it and had a second orgasm that
night. Of course this time I did not produce much semen, just a couple of
dribbles which did not even shoot out of my cock. Mike stopped then, and
using the paper towel first cleaned him self and then again in a slow and
leisurely way he cleaned me. I was now completely relaxed and was quite
pleased when Mike said that was it for the night for me and untied my
arms. I said I wondered if Steve and Andy were still how we had left them
and so Mike suggested we sneak in and have a look. I agreed, and we took
our torches and covered them with handkerchiefs to dim the light and went
over to their tent. We stood outside and listened first and could only hear
nice even breathing. Next we shone one torch in carefully and had a look
around. They were no longer holding hands, but were still lying on their
backs side by side.

"I wonder if they will get hard if we rub their cocks?" I asked Mike.

"Let's find out," he said and so we moved very carefully into the tent and
went either side of the pair. Fortunately John was lying at the other end
of the tent at right angles to the two boys and so we were able to avoid
him completely. I gingerly stretched out my hand and touched Steve's
cock. No reaction. Mike did the same to Andy with the same result. As if
rehearsed we both gave the cocks by our hands a gentle rub and this time
saw a bit of movement as the cocks started to get hard, Before long we were
jacking the other two boy's cocks while they slept. I saw Steve move his
head and his eyes flickered so I stopped immediately. Steve then moved his
own hand up to his cock and played with it a bit still in his sleep. I
think he was near to coming and this had almost woken him up. Mike had
noticed what was going on and stopped playing with Andy's cock. Andy also
moved his hand up to play with his cock. Mike reached over and took their
hands and swapped them over so that Steve was holding Andy's cock and visa
versa. They played with each other for a few moments, but then sleep took
over again and they stopped. Mike and I decided not to try anything more
and went back to our own tent where we lay down next to each other and
kissed and embraced with our hard on's sandwiched between our
stomachs. This is how we fell asleep on this our last night on camp.

Chapter 5

I awoke the next morning to bright sunshine because Mike had got up already
and had opened the tent flap which let the early morning sun shine straight
in on top of me. As usual I also awoke with a good morning glory which I
acknowledged with a couple of tender rubs and then realised that my bum was
a bit tender, which reminded me of the pleasure of the last night's
activities. I crawled out of the tent with my hard on still bobbing up and
down and walked over to the kitchen area to stoke the fire so that we could
start on breakfast. Mike had beaten me to it and already had the water on
for coffee. He told me to go and wake the other three so that we could get
on with the things we were to do that morning before we had to break camp
and get ready to go home. Steve and Andy were still lying side by side and
were flat on their backs with nothing covering their morning stiffies. This
was a temptation to hard to resist and so I took hold of a cock in each
hand gave them a good tug to wake their owners up. A most satisfying and
successful manoeuvre, for not only did they wake up, but they also shouted
at me which woke John up. He took one look at the three of us, all naked
with boners and asked if we could not get enough in a day. Thinking this
was a bit otherwise we decided to show our APL how to treat his patrol
members and went over and tipped him out of his sleeping bag. This revealed
that he had gone to bed dressed only in a pair of rather well fitting
briefs which clearly revealed that though he did not think much of same sex
enjoyment, he was still all male and experienced the same early morning
rise as the rest of us. John appeared quite embarrassed by this and
grabbing a pair of shorts walked out of the tent to put them on. Mike must
have realised what was going on and called out to us to get a move on and
get breakfast on the go, reminding me that I still had a forfeit to
complete. As I had not dressed since the previous evening's games I was
already fitted to complete my forfeit of washing the breakfast dishes on
the nude, which I set about doing as soon as we had finished eating. With
the dishes cleaned, dried and put away, we were free to continue the day's
activities which Mike told us were going to be punishing. By this we
thought he meant they would be hard, but what he actually meant was the
each time we did something wrong we would receive a punishment, carried out
at the `place of punishment'. Mike then started us off with compasses and
would point towards something and ask us what bearing it would take to walk
to the object. Andy was the first to make a mistake and was taken to the
place of punishment, there he was tied to the stave and had a bucket of
water thrown over him. We moved on then from compass work to estimation and
were all told to estimate the height of the rock which stood behind our
kitchen area.  John just smiled because he already knew as he had been
involved in a similar exercise in the past. I had never done estimation
before and so I got it wrong. At the place of punishment after I was tied
to the stave, I had a bucket of water thrown over me, and then the others
were told to through handfuls of dirt onto me so that I came away very
filthy indeed. Next we had to do some knotting and Steve was absolutely
hopeless and thus paid his visit to the place of punishment. Steve was
stripped to his briefs and tied to the stave. He got the bucket of water,
and then the handfuls of dirt. We were then told to pick the seeds off of
the bushes around the campsite and fill his briefs with them.  These seeds
when handled produced a sticky sap which was the way they got moved about
as they would stick to the coats of animals brushing past the bushes and
fall off later somewhere else to germinate and grow.  By the time we were
finished, Steve appeared to be extremely well endowed as his briefs bulged
tremendously. Of course this put even more pressure on the seeds which
released more of the sap and he rivulets of the sticky sap running down his
legs and beads of sap oozing through the material of his briefs. We had
time for just one more activity before we would stop for lunch and
unfortunately I lost this one as well and so I was taken back to the place
of punishment. Got a fresh buck of water, more handfuls of dirt, and
because I was not even wearing the loin clot, on my master's orders, he
said I was to be covered in the seeds from the bushes from my shoulders to
my feet. To do this, the other four would collect a handful of the seeds
and then press the hand against me causing a layer of seeds to stick to
me. Mike, of course, had the honour of covering my genitals which he did
with fervour, rubbing the seeds on instead of pressing them on.  When I was
fully covered in the sticky mass, I was wrapped in plastic sheeting, which
Mike said was to hold the seeds in place.  What it did was to make me sweat
and as the perspiration mixed with the sap it caused some sort of reaction
which made my skin feel like it was shrinking. I had to suffer this for
about half an hour before Mike said that as it was now close to lunch time
the three of us who had receive punishment should all go and clean up at
the showers while he and john got the lunch ready.  We grabbed our soap and
towels and went off.  When we got to the showers, Steve and Andy helped me
to get he plastic off and then we piled into the showers together. Andy was
alright as he had not had the seeds pressed onto him, but Steve and I had a
bit of job getting the sap off. As he was finished and Steve only had a
small area to scrub, Andy offered to help me and with my agreement set
about getting my back sticky free. He completed this and moved on down to
my bum and had to also clean right in the crack because Mike had made sure
every inch was covered. Having him rubbing and touching in these sensitive
areas caused the inevitable to happen and so once again I stood proud with
my boner on view to the others.  I don't think I had so much time of being
erect in week before than I had in this weekend.  Both Steve and Andy took
opportunities to rub and stroke my Charlie, but I would not let them
actually jerk me off, as I wanted to reserve this for my Mike. However, I
did return the favour and give each of them a few rubs as well as they too
were sporting hard-ons. By the time we got back to camp, the lunch was
ready and we sat down to eat. After lunch Steve completed his final forfeit
of washing up the dishes on the nude, and we set about breaking camp. Mike
told us all to get dressed in our uniforms as soon as we had finished
taking the camp apart and packing everything up. His timing couldn't have
been better if he tried, for as we were putting our socks and shoes on, the
first of our parents coming to collect us arrived, and there was no visible
sign of anything that had gone on for the last few days.

Chapter 6

On the Wednesday after camp, Mike phoned me and asked me to go around to
his house. I called my mom at work and got permission and so set off.  When
I got to Mike's house we went straight through to his room and started
kissing each other. Mike broke our kiss, but held me tight and said he had
some good news for me.

"What?" I asked.

"We held a Patrol Leaders Council last night and you have been moved to my
patrol so that you can help me with my Duke of Edinburgh Award, if you want
to that is." Mike replied.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Well, as Scouts we all get the opportunity to do our `D of E', but we need
to have other people help us and those people also get some of the Award
done while helping us. It also means that we will have to spend a lot of
time together and go on various weekend projects alone and things like
that. Are you interested?"

"Of course I am. We will have an excuse to see more of each other without
raising suspicions and so on."

"That is exactly what I thought. Of course your mom will have to give her
permission for a lot of the stuff, but after this weekend I think that will
not be a problem. I will also need you to sleep over some nights for us to
work on things together."

"By the way. I have said so much to mom about how good camp was and what a
good leader you are that she wants to meet you."

"How is this to happen?"

"Well, you could come around Saturday afternoon on some D of E stuff. She
will be home then."

"O.k. But now I want you to take your punishment. I have devised some
things for you to try out. There is some purpose in being good at physics."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, let me help you get ready.  First we have to remove all your
clothes; then we fix you to the torture table."  At this Mike lifted my `t'
shirt up and helped me to pull it over my head. Then he took my shoes off,
I wasn't wearing any socks. Finally he took hold of my shorts and pulled
them down.  In expectation, I had left my undies at home. Mike was both
pleased and impressed, especially as I was already sporting a boner of
note. "Your hair is not growing back very fast.  It has been almost a week
and I can't see any short bits at all."

"That is because I have shaved twice since. I shaved the morning after we
got home from camp and again this morning. I like being smooth and it keeps
mom's suspicions at bay, but if you look at my arms and legs you will that
hair is growing."

"Oh yes, I do see now. Anyway, to the torture table with you. Lie down on
the bed face up." I obeyed Mike's command. The next thing I knew he was
sitting astride my chest, pinning me to the bed and leaning over my head
while he fiddle with something under the pillow. I tried to turn my head to
see what he was doing and got a gentle tap on the side of my head with a
strict order to keep still and look only at the ceiling. Mike then grabbed
one of my arms and pulled my hand up to the head of the bed, where he tied
it up with a rope which had obviously been hidden under the pillow. A few
moments later my other hand was also tied to the head of the bed. A flat
band was then fitted around my head and fixed in a way that made it
impossible for me to move my head. I then felt a similar flat band fixed
across my stomach and pulled tight enough to keep me flat on the bed, not
so tight that I was put into any discomfort. "I know you like this sort of
treatment," Mike said, "and I like giving it, but if I ever go too far I
want you to promise to tell me immediately. Do you promise?"

"I promise, but what are you going to do?"

"You will have to wait and find out."

I could hear Mike moving about, but was not sure what he was doing until
suddenly his hard cock was pointing straight out across my line of
vision. He had been undressing. In silence he rubbed his cock over my eyes
and down my nose to my mouth. I automatically opened my mouth and stuck out
my tongue to get a taste of the slight saltiness of his precum. I thought
he would then get me to suck his cock, but he pulled away and then started
to kiss me, and we shared our tongues, exploring as deep into each others
mouths as we could get. After a while of this snogging, Mike stopped and
turned away from the bed. Again I could not see what he was doing, but
could hear him collecting something from one of his drawers.  "Here's where
my physics lessons are going to come in.  He held some contraption in front
of my face which had two flat metal parts with a small hole in the middle
of each and a wire coming from them leading to a plastic ice-cream box. I
must admit, I was a bit nervous, but was actually powerless to do
anything. Mike took some elastoplasts and fixed each of the plates over my
nipples with the nipple fitting through the hole in the plate. "Tell me if
this gets too much." He ordered as he fiddled with something in the
box. The next thing I new was that I was receiving a mild electric shock
across my nipples. "Wow! That made them stand up immediately." Mike
exclaimed. He then proceeded to turn the voltage up until my chest muscles
were actually contracting with each pulse. He left this for a few minutes
and then I complained that it was starting to hurt a bit and so he turned
it down, but not off. I was now experiencing a tingle over the nipples at
each pulse, and when Mike took my Charlie into his mouth I was aware that
my cock was very sensitive.

"I am going to cum very quickly like this." I told Mike.

He stopped sucking on my cock, "Not if I can help it."  He then left my
cock alone for a bit to allow him to take each leg and tie the ankle to the
same ropes which were holding my hands. I realised he was going to fuck me,
but before he did, he took one of the electrodes off of my nipple and stuck
it onto my cock so that it was covering that most sensitive part just at
the base of the glans. The other electrode as stuck over my navel. He
gradually turned the power up until he saw my cock was dancing to force of
the shock at each pulse. "We will see what happens with that." Leaving it
like that he started to oil up his cock and my chute with baby oil. (The
likes of KY jelly were beyond the reach of junior people like us.) Mike
entered me slowly, checking all the time that I was not hurting too much,
until he was fully in. He then started to pump me, slowly and gently for
the first few thrusts, but soon he was going like a piston on a steam
engine. Obviously the play he had with me had really turned him on and he
was virtually out of control. I did not mind because I knew that I was
close to coming as well. Suddenly Mike yelled and rammed himself into me
very hard and I felt his cock throbbing as he pumped his seed into my
backside.  This coupled with the electrical stimulation was enough to set
me off and I started to shoot. The first spasm erupted from my cock with
such force that it cleared my head and hit the wall behind the head of his
bed. With the other spurts reducing in force I was left with a trail of cum
down my head and chest. Even when the cum had run out, the electrical pulse
kept my orgasm going until I could stand it no longer and had to plead with
Mike to stop it. Mike turned off the power and disconnected the electrodes
from my body. He then began to lick the cum off of me until he reached my
mouth when he shared what was left in his mouth by giving me another tongue
exchanging kiss of passion. "I love you Ricky." He kept on repeating.

"I love you too." I replied. And although I did not really know what love
was at that stage, I know now that I did love Mike and that he loved
me. Hormones did kind of dictate that a lot of our love was expressed in a
physical way, but there was definitely the spiritual and emotional element
included in our relationship.  We just had not learned the best way to
express it and that we did not need to have physical satisfaction every
time we were together. However, this knowledge did come to us as we worked
together on Mike's (and partly mine) D of E award. Perhaps this was because
we ended up spending a lot of time alone with each other. Also a sleeping
bag on rough bush grass is not that conducive to love making all the time.
The old `role in the hay' is definitely not all it is cracked up to
be. Other time we were too exhausted to do anything more than hold hands
and kiss each other. Mike did end up with an all over tan like mine at
times, though, because whenever it was feasible we would go totally
naked. I guess I am a naturist at heart.  Mike's experiments with
electricity also became voyages of discovery as we tried different things
on each other, but I was always the first guinea pig.

Another thing which happened to help our relationship to grow and mature
was really a coincidence. My sister got herself pregnant and married the
father and so left our home at about the same time as my mother got a new
position which required her to work at night on alternate weeks. With
Mike's parents' agreement, Mike would spend those nights at my home.  Mom
did not want the house left empty at regular intervals as this would invite
burglaries, and at the same time she did not want to leave me alone in the
house. Perhaps in future records I will recount some of what we got up
to. I am sure that mom realised that we had a special relationship because
of how she reacted when the tragedy struck.

Finally Mike passed his D of E, completed his A levels and as was the norm
of all guys in the country at that time was called up to do his national
service in the army. Mike completed his initial training with success and
was all too soon posted to the front.  On his second tour of duty Mike was
involved in contact and took a shoot through his heart which killed him
immediately. Mike's parents phoned mom to tell her so that she could tell
me what had happened. Needless to say I was absolutely devastated.  This
was the only person who I had loved and now he was dead before his
nineteenth birthday. For one who was only just over 15 years old, it was as
if the world had come to an end.  Mom cuddled me and held me close as I
wept uncontrollably for a very long time. She did not say much at all. I am
sure she knew that there were not many words which could help and it would
take time for the feelings which were tearing my soul apart to ease and
become bearable. He was given a full military funeral and all his scout
mates attended in their scout uniform.  Mom had organised with the doctor
and had got some tranquillisers for me, but even with those, I was unable
to control my emotions and wept openly at the graveside as the Last Post
was played, and the guns were fired.  We had had almost five years
together, and they will never be forgotten.

Mike I salute you!