Happy Campers

Happy Campers
"Hey squirt!"
Hushed voices, nasty giggling. Nervous. A dirty pair of boys jockeysquickly stuffed into his mouth. giggling. Desperate hisses to eachother to shut up, quit laughing. Strong hands grab at his arms, flipthe terrified, struggling boy over, expertly lash his hands tightlybehind his back, as two other pairs of hands succeed in holding hislegs still as his ankles are bound securely together, a roll of tapeis wound around his head securing the gag in his mouth.
"shit" someone whispers. "how's he gonna blow us?" More giggles, hecan hear punching, scuffling, giggling, desperate whispers again toshut up. His heart races he thinks he can hear it pounding in hisears. He tries to scream, feels his chest vibrate with the effort butonly a muffled cottony "mff" escapes.
"what're you buttheads doing?" Randy, one of his bunk-mates is awake.A baseball nut, a jock. He hates him. He hates them all. It'smutual.
"You wanna take his place?" one of the abductors whispers menacingly.
"Nah I wanna _watch_," Randy hisses back.
"shut up or you're next, asshole."
He is lifted by his shoulders and ankles and dragged twisting from thetent, wearing only the undershorts and camp t-shirt he was sleepingin. Staring up into the night, eyes wide with terror, he blanches atthe sight of the smiling faces of three older boys from the Seniorgroup. Rod, Tom, Spike. Fresh-Air Fund kids from the city, theycarry switch-blades and scare the piss out his upper-middle-classsensibilities. They drag him higher into the woods, crashing throughunderbrush, swearing and grunting. When they decide they are farenough away from the camp that they won't be detected they dump himunceremoniously on the ground. Pine needles press through hisunderwear and he struggles futilely to roll over and away from theneedles pricking his genitals.
He listens to his captors talking quietly, they sound excited, hecan't see them from where he is lying and he can't connect names orfaces to the voices.
"Shit I wish we could get some beers," one of them says.
"Speed man, I really could use some speed."
"Pussy!" the third one blurts out, and they all laugh.
One of them nudges him with a heavy booted foot, and they squat downnext to his bound form and roll him onto his back so his arms arecramped beneath him, digging into his spine. A small flashlightshines in his face so he is blinded; he sees the glint of metal,assumes it's a blade. He's already wet himself in terror, and onlymoans pitifully as he feels a hand grab at his crotch.
"Fucker pissed himself!" the crotch-grabber laughs, wipes his hand offon the boy's leg.
One of them leans into his face, holding a blade close to his nose.Spike? Rod?
"I'm gonna take this gag offa you but if you scream I swear it I'll cutyr dick off I mean it." A thumb and forefinger close around the headof his penis, and twist, hard, for emphasis. He arches his back andtries to scream.
"Fuck the little faggot really did piss himself!"
He feels a hand underneath his jockeys, hears a tearing sound; hisunderwear is yanked from his body, used to wipe up where he peedhimself. Realizing he's lying bound and naked on a prickly bed ofpine needs, struggling fiercely, he finally manages to not cry.
The boys talk in low tones around his head; he is incapable ofanticipating what they are planning, they don't teach this sort ofthing in seventh grade health class, and even as the tape is torn fromaround his head, the dirty jockeys drawn from his mouth, and theleader -- Tom? -- lowers his jeans and underwear and kneels straddlinghis shoulders, he is surprised, shocked, _dumb-founded_, when a softfleshy penis is pressed against his tightly closed mouth.
"Blow me!"
He cannot make his jaw un-clench, it is too disgusting.
A white hot pain jumps across his groin; one of the others has pickedup a thin supple branch and whipped it across his crotch, lashing thehead of his prick. He opens his mouth to scream and the swelling cockpressing at his lips is stuffed into his mouth; hands are clutching atthe sides of his head, he chokes and gags and tries to scream, afraidhe is being smothered, strangled, by the penis thrusting in his face.
"Bite me and I'll cut off your dick and make you eat it," the boypistoning in his face whispers menacingly.
He is sure the threat is serious; he opens his mouth and lets the boyuse him. The penis slides wetly in his mouth, he can feel it growing.He feels the weight of his attacker sliding back and forth along hischest as the penis slides back and forth between his teeth. He triesto catch the rhythm, to breathe, so he won't panic, but there is norhythm, instinct wins and he twists franticly, only distantly aware ofcruel, excited laughter.
"Make him do you good!" one of the others whispers.
"Fuck his face. Do it!"
He is surprised when the penis is withdrawn; he knows about jerkingoff, and he felt the first wet pre-cum at the back of his throat; hewas waiting for the horrible moment when the boy -- Rod? -- would comein his mouth.
The boy gets up off his chest: he is pulled to his feet, dragged ashort distance, pushed to his knees, bent face first over a largeavailable log. He whimpers miserably, terrified of what he does notunderstand, his naked groin hurts pressed into the rough bark of thelog.
More excited whispers. Hands brushing pine needles from his nakedass.
"Smooth like a fucking girl's."
"Tighter than pussy, you remember the little nigger we did lastSummer?"
"Still wish it was pussy."
Hands pry his buttocks apart. He hears a loud spitting noise,something presses at his sphincter. He begs, pleads.
"What are you doing??" "Don't..." "Please..." "Stop!"
"Shut him up!" The one pressing at his ass orders the others. Thepressure at his opening is becoming unbearable, he tries to leanforward and away from the sensation, but only succeeds in scraping hisvulnerable genitals against the rough bark.
Terrible pain! His muscle dilates against it's will and hisattacker's stiff penis pushes into him.
A high-pitched shriek escapes his lungs, echoing about the darknessuntil the wet urine-soaked remains of his underwear are stuffed intohis mouth. He does not notice the foul rag in his mouth, his mind isreeling, his entire existence is focused on the thing that isstretching his asshole. He is sure it will kill him, the fire insidehim is unbearable, he wishes he would faint but instead he feels thepenis pushing deeper into him, stretching him open, pressing him intothe log until at last it seems it can go no deeper and his mind leapsas it is withdrawn, thankful the ordeal is finished... but just asthe monster in his ass is about to exit it slams back in, harder anddeeper; he shrieks, but only a muffled groan escapes the filthy ragand the spectators giggle.
"Sounds like the faggot likes it."
His body slams back and forth as the monster stretches him open, hisgroin slams into the log again and again he has lost all sense of timeas his rapist continues to use him. Amid the fiery pain, he feels anunfamiliar wetness spreading deep inside his colon, and at last thepenis bludgeoning his rectum is withdrawn.
He sags in relief against the log; jerks hysterically, his mind criesout in disbelief as the second abductor -- Spike? Rod?? -- clutcheshis buttocks and drives a stiff, hard penis deep into his freshlyraped ass. He is sobbing behind the filthy rag in his mouth, he hearsthe one who initiated him talking softly to the third boy as he feelshis rectum stretch and pull trying to accommodate the penis fillinghim.
"The little rich bastards are always the best."
"Yeah. Soft and pink."
A limp penis appears in front of his nose; strong hands are grippinghis shoulders, fucking him harder than the first one; he feels thepenis driving deeper, splitting him wider and he can only twist andgrunt in terror.
"Clean it off asshole."
A hand pulls his head up and he looks into the grinning face of theboy who took his cherry. He grimaces in agony each time the cockpounding into him hits bottom, and he sees the boy smile.
"You like that huh?"
He sees a knife out of the corner of his eye.
"You wanna be our girlfriend this Summer?"
The rag is pulled from his mouth and replaced with a soft wet penis.It tastes of shit and blood and salty semen and he gags and tries topull his head away, but hands clasp his hair, force him to keep thecock in his mouth, he feels it at the back of his throat, he feels thepenis still working in his ass, the two slam into him from either end,off sync, wildly.
Somewhere faraway he feels a wetness spreading inside him, and thesecond penis is withdrawn from his ass while the one in his facecontinues to slide wetly in his mouth. He knows now to expect a thirdpenis at his backside and he is not disappointed.
This boy is shorter and wilder. He feels the numbing pain of a fatcock stab into him as the penis in his mouth slowly hardens. The boyin his ass is clutching him tightly, slamming into him in especiallyhard, short staccato bursts he feels the boy's hips slam into his assand he wails around the cock in his mouth.
He hears laughter; tears rise in his eyes, he cannot help it anymore,the pain is more than _anyone_ could bear, and he sobs around the cocksliding against the back of his throat, tears rolling down his cheekssmall shrill cries escape him each time the boy riding him slams upinto his rectum and picks his hips up off the log for a momentsupported only by the dick pressing into his ass. Strong muscularhands reach around to pull and scratch at his nipples; the cock in hismouth is getting harder; each time he tries to scream at the sharpbursts of pain exploding inside his ass the cock in his mouth slidesdown the back of his throat and he panics twisting and strugglingagainst his bonds and the strong hands that clutch at his body, aninstinctive response to having his air-passage blocked that he cannotcontrol.
At last the penis brutalizing his ass is removed; he does not feel thestreamers of semen that spray the back of his t-shirt, he is onlyaware of the penis sliding back and forth in his mouth.
"Twice in one night man!" the two boys watching seem impressed withtheir friend's ability to get it up.
The cock is sliding at the back of his throat the shit taste longforgotten, drooled out onto the ground. A slimy salty wetness pulsesat the back of his throat, he gags and spits cum onto the ground atthe feet of the boy in front of him; semen splashes into his face andhe whimpers patheticly.
He feels a set of hands at his back and panics; afraid one of theother boys is ready for another turn in his ass. A face appears infront of him as the ropes binding his hands and feet are removed.Hands clutch at his exposed buttocks, squeeze his genitals.
The face in front of him speaks softly, menacingly. Rod!
"If you tell anybody about this you won't live long enough totestify."
He hears a voice whisper near his left ear, he can feel the warmbreath on the side of his face.
"Besides, why would you tell anyone you were a faggot and fucked abunch of older guys from the senior group?"
He feels his buttocks squeezed and pulled, slapped and tickled.Something large, hard and smooth, is pressed up into his ass.
"see you tomorrow night, _sweetie_"
He lies, crying and exhausted, still bent over the log, their semendrips from his tortured asshole as he listens to their laughterreceding back towards the camp, feeling the object they've shovedinside him filling his rectum.
Slowly, untwisting his cramped arms, moving to push himself up ontohis feet. Collapsing to his knees as he realizes what has happened tohim. Raped. Fucked. Used, like a _girl_. Like a whore. A FAGGOT.He _is_ a faggot. That's why they've chosen him instead of of of...of Randy, they could've fucked Randy but they chose him because he'sa wimp, a sissy, a FAGGOT.
He lays for an eternity, curled fetally on the pine carpet, feelingthe thing in his ass, listening to the crickets, the quiet nightsounds. When he figures it is only a few hours before dawn, he rollsto a squatting position and painfully works the muscles of his rectumto expel the thing buried inside him. He stares at it, a largesmooth rock, a streak of shit covering it. Picking it up, carefully,with his ruined underwear, rubbing it clean he palms it. He noticesthey've left behind the briefs they gagged him with, they will do asclothing. He pulls them on; three sizes too big he holds them up withone hand, clutching his souvenir he creeps back to camp, slinks intohis bunk, crawls into his cot, hiding his cum-streaked t-shirt insidehis pillow-case.
Randy stirs as he enters.
"Hey Spaz"
He freezes in his cot.
"We all want blow jobs or we're gonna tell the whole camp what youwere doing."
The other two members of his bunk are leaning on their elbows in theircots, staring at him. He freezes as Randy approaches his cot andholds his dick in his hand in front of his face.
"Well?"
He closes his eyes and opens his mouth as his bunk-mates line up fortheir turn, giggling and pulling at their small hard pricks.
***** not the end ****