Claimer: This story is fiction.
The past three days has been filled with high emotion and anticipation. My name is Jimmy and I’m at camp that my parents have sent me as a “birthday gift” that I did not ask for. On the first day, my poor attitude about going to camp doesn’t stick well with one of the junior counselor who I feel is targeting me for something. I don’t know what but I’ve been feeling that it isn’t going have a good ending. The junior counselor is John who apparently doesn’t like smartasses and have been a J.C. for 3 years at Camp Atarkwood. To make my fear worse, I’ve been assigned to the bunk that John is in charge of but with small hope, there will be 14 other kids with me so I doubt he’ll try anything at night. I wasn’t worried about Day Two because it was tour and rule day where we toured the camp site and go over the rule. There was one rule that gave me a glimpse of freedom. If a boy camper was caught with a girl overnight, both campers would be kicked out so now I’m very hopeful. So hopeful that I saw a girl who looked like a camp goer looking at me with a smile. Just before the day ended, John and I somehow found ourselves alone, thus letting my emotion run high.
“Well Jimmy, enjoy the tour?” John asks.
“Y-y-yeah…” I quietly replied. I’m scared to be honest because anything could happen.
“Well good, enjoy the next two weeks on here because judging your pudgy looking ass, you ain’t getting ass. HAHA!!! Now go to the bunk and sleep.”
“Yes s-sir.” I say as I depart from that dark area. However, as I’m leaving, John smack me in the ass like as if we were football teammates.
It was weird but I ignore it and went to bed in the bunk.
Now here we are on Day Three, I’m walking around the site looking for that girl but also ignoring John. I finally spot the girl by one of the girl’s bunk so I build up the courage to talk to her and walked up.
“Hey, um…yesterday I saw you looking at me so…hi, I’m Jimmy.” I say to her with a smile
The girl covers her mouth and giggles.
“Is that really your opening line to a girl at camp? Ha, hi I’m Sally.” She says as she trying to contain herself from laughing.
“Um…yeah, I’m sorry. I haven’t talked to a lot of girls yet…I mean I just turned 14 and rarely get out of my house because of my parents.”
“Oh my god, hahahaha. Strict parents?” She asks.
“Oh no, they embarrass me every chance they get so I try to avoid doing anything that involves asking them for a favor.” I say looking down.
I say that last part with sarcasm and now I’m thinking I just fucked up my chance for freedom but she responded.
“I thought you were cute, I mean I started looking around after they mentioned that rule and I hate this place. Hated it since I step foot.”
Now Operation I’m Going Home is a go.
“Yeah, I don’t like it here too. Want to get kicked out together? Just joking.”
“Sure, I saw a shed over by the dock. No lights so we should be fine say after midnight?”
I wanted to yell yes but I contained myself and just nod then told that I’ll see her after midnight. I am now excited, along with that I’m beginning to think that John’s small meltdown was just for show because he hasn’t bothered me in 2 days. Sally walked one way, I walked toward the shed to construct my plan on how to get there without getting caught. Getting caught outside only means punishment at camp but with another camper, you’re kicked out and that is what I’m aiming for. After walking through my trailing from point A, the bunk to point B, the shed, I finally have my tracks covered. Now, all I have to do is wait for midnight.
*Few hours have passed; time is now 11:59 P.M.*
Laying in the bed, fully clothed, I watch the clock as it slowly tick. The anticipation is real right now, the clock is so slow, I was sure it’s 12:02 but finally, the clock struck midnight. I get out of bed slow and walk slowly to the window that I have left open half way so I could easily open it all the way so I can climb out without any struggle. I close the window but only half way then followed my trail slowly as I look out, making sure I don’t see any counselors patrolling the area. I get to the shed and notice that the door is slightly open, obviously means that Sally is already there and waiting so I walk in slowly. Walking in, all I saw was black since it was dark then suddenly red then black again. I was knocked out, knocked out cold by someone else because I know Sally isn’t that strong. Now the worst moment of my life was about to begin and I do not know it yet.
“Wakey…wakey, fag boy…”
I start shaking my head lightly, it hurts from whatever it was that I got hit with then I open my eyes and see John.
“Ah…about time you woke up, bitch. Like my set up?” John said with an evil looking smile.
I tried to move but I couldn’t. I tried to say something but I muffled instead. I tried to look around but I could only rotate my head. As I’m trying to somewhat free myself, John slaps me hard across the face. That slap shocked me so bad that I froze, scared what John was going to do next.
“Jimmy, did you really think you were going to fuck Sally, my little cousin? You stupid pudgy boy.”
I tried talking again, forgetting that my mouth is muffled with a ball. John was nice enough to unclip the ball from the back of my head and allow me to speak.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” I scream, demanding answers.
John slapped me again and shush me.
“Jimmy, relax. You see, this is a pillory, an adjustable one at that. This is something they used back in the day as a humiliation device. The fact that it is adjustable makes it easier if I want to fuck standing or on my knees.”
My eyes widen based on that last statement.
“What do you mean by that last part, John?” I asked
“Jimmy, you dummy.” With a straight face he says “I’m fucking you. You’re going to be my bitch, you understand me?”
I start protesting as John began to undress. I’m begging him that I would do anything to avoid this but he would not budge. I started to run out of any plea by the time John got to his brief and from the look of it, he was really packing.
“First off, Jimmy, I’m going for a triple here. Let me lower you a bit.”
John steps on a peddle and lowers the pillory to his waist so my mouth is nearly in direct to his cock. He then takes off his brief, exposing his thick, uncut 8-inch cock. I tried to make another plea with John again but that became a mistake when the second I opened my mouth, John rammed his cock in, forcing all 8 inches. While he held his position, I started shaking because I thought I was going to die from suffocation by big white cock then he pulls out. I start gasping for air like crazy and when I settled down, he forced it again only this time he’s thrusting rather than keeping it in my throat.
“Ohhh Jimmy, your mouth is nice…I bet that asshole will be nicer, hahaha.”
Hearing that made me want to beg but having a huge cock in your mouth makes it hard. John would fuck my face for a couple of more minutes before pulling out. I gasp for air again then I get forced onto my knees.
“I think you deserve to get deflowered, doggy styled. Hold on to that though.”
John leaves the room a bit only to come back with a small television. He hooks up all the wires to it then plugs it in.
“If you’re going to get deflowered, you deserved to at least watch it.” John then turns on the television showing my pinkish brown asshole getting spat on to be used as lube.
“It’s going to hurt so count to three then I’ll go in, okay?”
“Okay…um…now?” I asked. John spanked my ass hard, indicating yes, now.
“Okay…um One…”
John wasted no time, as soon as I said “one”, he rammed his huge cock all the way into my ass. I tried to scream but somehow John put the gag ball on me so everything is muffled, I start to cry.
“Don’t cry! This shit will make you feel good, trust me! Haha” Jimmy says in a sarcastic voice as he starts to fuck me. One inch at a time before fully thrusting in and out. He lied, this doesn’t feel good, I’m still crying and when I looked up, I see blood all over John’s cock. I look down and close my eyes, hoping to just sleep until he’s done but I can’t, the pain it unbearable. I moan in pain but when John hears it, he took it as if I’m enjoying it.
“See?! I told you it feels good! It feels good for me too! Feels good for me right…NOOW!!!”
John slowed down then pushed a couple of huge thrust before pulling out his now soft cock. I’m now realizing that he has just came in me and it felt weird in a bad way. While trying to process this, John wiped his bloody, cummy cock on my face then released me from the pillory.
“You’re real tight, I’ll give you that. I’m gonna give you tomorrow off but Friday, I want you in that shed again.”
I looked up at him with my red and pink soaked face and asked
“Why? So you can knock me out again?”
John tossed me a towel for my face then crouch down.
“No but here’s what will happen. You’re going to walk in and find a box. Whatever is in that box, you are to put on. Remember, you are my bitch now and if you think for one second that you’re going to tell the senior counselor about this, he and I will tag team you. Do you understand me?”
I nod rather than give him an answer as I wipe my face. John then gives me my clothes and leaves. I decided to stay and just lay down, letting John’s cum run out of my ass freely and feeling like a complete wreck. My thoughts are racing in my mind and then I remembered something my mother said.
“Honey, it’s not like you’re going to the Summer Camp from Hell…”
Well, Mom…I am at Summer Camp from Hell…
Part 2 coming soon.
