03 - The Camping Trip
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By barefootethan
This is a direct sequel to Barefootethan's story I Didn't Expect to Lose
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The Camping Trip - Part 1
The week after my first games with Tyler passed like a flash. We had it all worked out. Tyler’s parents were flying to Florida for their cruise Friday afternoon. I got permission from my parents to go on a weeklong camping trip with Tyler, which started the following Saturday, and I’d be spending the night at his house on Friday. His parents were coming home Sunday night, so that gave us a whole week!
To keep up the ruse with my parents, I had packed a duffel bag with 7 days worth of clothes, and told my parents that Tyler had all the camping supplies. And when Tyler’s parents left for the airport, I leave a note for my mom and dad telling them that I was off, and head over to his house. I walk up to the door and knock, a little nervous as I wonder what’s in store for me.
I hear the door unlock, my friend Tyler opening it up. “Come on in dude,” he says. I walk in and we both immediately head down to the basement. As I enter the rec room, I’m surprised that there’s nothing laid out for me.
“You can put your bag in the closet,” he says as he flops onto the couch. “Since we’ve got a whole week, I thought we could just hang out tonight and get an early start in the morning.”
“Right on,” I say as I throw my duffel into the basement storage closet. We spend the rest of the day hanging out, watching TV, playing video games, all that normal stuff. We both head to bed around midnight, Tyler heading up to his room, and me sleeping on the basement couch. I try to sleep, but my mind’s racing, wondering about the next seven days. Finally, around 3, I slip off to sleep.
It seems like I had just closed my eyes when I was being shaken awake. I groggily open my eyes, blinking away the sleep, seeing Tyler standing above me, holding a pair of the now-familiar little pink speedos. “Rise and shine!” he says. “I told you we were going to get an early start.”
I groan and slowly sit up, a glance at the digital wall clock showing that it’s just after 6 in the morning. “I didn’t think this early,” I said groggily. “I fell asleep 3 hours ago.”
A laugh. “Not my problem,” says my friend as he drops the speedo onto my lap. “Get your morning routine done and change. You’ve got 10 minutes.”
I feel my cheeks flush a bit as I pick up the speedo, heading off to the bathroom. I do my thing, flush the toilet, and wash my hands. I then strip down completely and grab the speedo from the counter. I slip my feet into it, flushing as I pull it up, the pink material stretching a bit over my butt and crotch, then open up the door, setting my clothes in a pile next to it.
Tyler gives me a microwaved sausage and egg sandwich to eat, which I quickly scarf down. He then grabs my arm and pulls me to my spot in front of the couch, and pulls me down onto my knees. I flush, seeing him pick up my pink collar and move towards my neck. I feel the thick leather tighten snugly around my throat, hearing it being buckled down, the click of a little padlock letting me know that it’s locked on. I lower my head as I feel my hands being pulled behind me, my pink cuffs buckling down tightly and locked on, then locked together. The process is repeated on my elbows, locking my arms behind me.
A couple minutes and several clicks of padlocks later, I’m securely cuffed and chained up. My wrists and elbows are cuffed and locked together behind my back, my ankles are cuffed with the 12-inch hobble chain, and a long heavy chain locked to the back of my collar, locked to my elbows and wrists, the end locked to the center of my hobble. I lift my head and look up at my captor, slumping dejectedly when I see him holding my dildo gag in his hand.
“Open up pinky,” he says with a grin. I open my mouth obediently, then grunt and mmph as the dildo is slid into my mouth. I feel all the straps being yanked down tight and buckled, holding the hard rubber toy deep in my mouth, the pink leather mouthpiece tightly squeezing over my lips and cheeks. Tyler closes more small padlocks on each buckle, locking my gag on as well. “Stand up pinky,” he orders.
I struggle to my feet, and lift my bare feet one at a time as my captor puts my pink Chucks on and laces them up tightly. I mmph into my gag and gurgle, wondering why I’m being in chains and sneakers so early. Tyler grins at me as he clips the leash onto my collar and tugs, and I start to hobble slowly behind my captor.
I follow, led by the leash as Tyler leads me upstairs and through the house into the backyard. I look around, shivering a bit in the still-cool air, the sun having just risen. The only sounds are the clinking of my chains and locks as I’m led through the backyard, and into the garage at the back.
In addition to the house’s regular garage, Tyler’s parents had built a second garage that opens out to the wooded area behind the neighborhood where they store their ATV’s. I shuffle in, seeing that one of them has been made ready to travel, a trailer hitched to the back, a black tarp covering the large pile of stuff that’s been loaded onto it, secured in place with bungee cords. My eyes widen as I see something else, a small cage on the garage floor. It looks a lot more solid than regular animal cages, steel rods set and welded to form 1-inch square mesh on the cage top and sides, the floor a solid panel of smooth steel. A towel has been placed in the floor of the cage.
Tyler unclips the leash from my collar and gives me a slap on my butt. “In the cage pinky,” he orders. I whimper into my gag then shuffle slowly over to it. I drop to my knees in front of the open cage door, and awkwardly crawl in the small opening. It’s a really tight fit, and I’m positioned on my knees, sitting on my heels, my head lowered down to the floor, less than an inch clearance all around me. I look over my shoulder and watch my captor swing the cage door closed and slip a padlock into the latch, trapping me inside.
I lift my head up and look around, hearing the clattering of a winch. I hear a couple hooks clip to the top of the cage, and my eyes widen as I feel and see my cage being slowly lifted off the floor. My cage is pulled up about 5 feet in the air, then Tyler starts to pull the rope on the winch. The tracks set in the ceiling allow the winch to be moved around the garage, and he pulls until I’m hanging over the rear rack of the ATV. He lowers the cage down onto the rack, where it drops into place, the cage’s dimensions a perfect fit for the rack. 4 strong nylon straps are looped over the cage, hooked into the eyelets on the rack, and ratched super-tightly into place. The raised rails on the other sides of the rack ensure that I won’t be sliding off. I lift my head as Tyler walks around in front of me, a wide grin on his face.
“I know you thought the camping thing was just a story pinky,” he says. “But we really are going camping.” I mmpph into my dildo gag, my eyes widening...I didn’t expect any of this. I hear the garage door being opened, and Tyler looks outside to make sure the coast is clear, then gets on the ATV and starts it up, putting it in gear and rolling out of the garage, heading off into the woods.
I shiver and whine as we speed through the woods, the cool air blowing over my helpless, nearly-naked body. Tyler obviously knows where he’s going, because he drives at a quick pace, having driven this route many times. He tries to keep the ride as smooth as possible, but some bumps can’t be avoided, and I yelp the first time I’m bounced around inside the cage. “Sorry pinky,” he calls over his shoulder. A few more bumps here and there, but it’s not that bad.
We drive for about an hour, heading deep into the woods, further in than I’ve ever gone before. I pass the time looking at the scenery, then feel the ATV slow, then stop. Tyler shuts it off and climbs off, stretching for a second before unlocking and opening the cage door. “Welcome to camp pinky!” he says, then he helps me climb out of my cage. I feel my captor grabbing my ankles, helping guide my feet and legs out. He grabs my torso as I try to slither my way out, making sure that I don’t fall as I exit my cage.
I turn around and mmph softly into my gag as my eyes take in my surroundings. I guess Tyler’s used this campsite before, because it’s a really nice campsite. It’s a large cleared area, surrounded by trees and thick bushes, except for the opening Tyler had driven the ATV through. The fact that we’re so deep in the woods ensures that nobody else will be coming around. Someone, or a bunch of someones, have worked to make the site as comfortable as possible. There’s a large firepit in the center of the clearing, and any shrubs and bushes have been cleared away along with fallen branches, leaving just a carpet of grass and weeds on the ground.
I watch as Tyler pulls the towel he used to cushion my knees out of the cage, it, like everything else meant for me, is colored light pink, and sets it onto the ground right in front of me. A downward tug on my collar ring forces me down to my knees on the towel. I mmph into my dildo gag, turning my head and watching Tyler undo the bungees securing the tarp over the load he packed into the trailer.
Just a couple minutes later, I let out a panicked mmmph into my gag as I hear the engine noises of another vehicle getting closer. My eyes go wide, sure that it’s a cop or ranger or some other campers trying to use this spot. I whine and whimper, wondering why Tyler’s not worried as I see the rear of a black SUV backing into the opening in the shrubbery, then groan into my gag as I see two people walk around from around the sides of the SUV into the site.
One of them is Aaron, Tyler’s freshman skater friend who helped torment me last weekend. The other person is Casey, he’s gonna be a junior like me next year, and I guess he just got his license. Casey was in my math class last year, he’s all right, for being totally emo. They both walk up to Tyler and do their greetings, then all three walk over to where I’m kneeling on my towel.
“Found a new one Ty?” asks Casey. He’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, black Chucks, and a small t-shirt. His long straight black hair is hidden by a black beanie. Aaron has a pair of baggy blue jeans on, black Etnies skate shoes, and a red hoodie.
“Yeah man,” says Tyler. “That’s pinky, I got him last weekend.” I lift my head as Casey looks down at me, a smile on his face.
“What’s up pinky? Did you like Mrs. Salinger’s Pre-Calc class last year?” he asks, giving my hair a ruffle, obviously having recognized me. He looks over at Aaron. “Hey, let’s get everything unloaded so we can help set up camp.” Aaron nods, and I watch them both head for the back of the SUV and pull open the door. I guess Tyler was in charge of tents and sleeping stuff for all of us, because all they had in the SUV is a whole lot of firewood, a few coolers, a grill and big bag of charcoal, and a whole lot of other stuff. Casey’s parents had let him use the Suburban, he he definitely took advantage of the cargo room.
I watch all three boys work. Tyler is busy unloading and organizing the stuff from the trailer, Aaron and Casey are carrying their supplies from the SUV, piling the firewood by the pit, setting up the grill, putting the coolers and bag of charcoal next to it. I lower my head and mmph, looking up at them a few minutes later, and that’s when I received another surprise.
In the back of the SUV, where it had previously been hidden by all the supplies, is another cage! It’s bigger than the one I came here in, and this one has two people in it. I couldn’t see their faces at first, but I did see they're both wearing the same type of speedo as me, but one is red, the other light blue. I watch wide eyed as Casey unlocks the cage door and opens it, and him and Aaron help the two occupants climb out.
They’re two more of Tyler’s freshman skater buddies. The one in red is Skyler. He’s about 5’5, skinny, with short spiky sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, with a fair complexion. The one in blue is Jake. He’s short, only about 5’2, also skinny, with straight brown hair down to just above his shoulders, brown eyes and tanned. Both of them are around 14 or 15.
They both emitt a groan as they’re pulled out of the cage, both of them turning around, mmphing in unison as they see me kneeling there, just as surprised to see me as I am to see them. All three of us are chained the same way, each of us with cuffs and collars to match our speedos, our feet clad in Chucks, which also match our speedo color. Skyler has a big red ball secured in his mouth, red leather harness straps digging into his face and head. Jake has a thick layer of blue duct tape wrapped over the lower half of his head, from his chin to just under his nose, his captors having taken the time to pull his long hair out of the way so none of it’s caught in the tape. I watch as Aaron sets their towels down next to me, one blue and one red, and both boys hobble over and kneel on their respective towel. A very organized group, if I may say so myself.
“Blue, red, meet pinky.” said Casey, as I peer wide-eyed at both of them, and they stare right back at me. “Tyler brought him in last weekend, and he thought that we should all spend a week out here in the woods together.” I mmph softly at them, and they mmph back in return. We peer at each other for a minute, then I lower my head, kneeling there quietly as the other three boys set up camp.
An hour later, camp’s well on its way to completion. A large tent has been set up on the outer perimeter of our secluded clearing, two air mattresses inflated and placed inside, along with a bunch of blankets and pillows. Plastic tarp has been placed on the ground over the majority of the site to cover the grass and weeds, and three comfortable camping chairs are set around the pit. The grill, coolers and charcoal are exactly opposite the tent, and the two cages have been placed side by side next to the tent. Duffel bags of clothes are tossed inside the tent, and a few other duffel bags with supplies are set on the ground on the other side of the tent from the cages. A pretty nice setup, but I whimper into my gag as I realize that there’s nothing for me or the other two captives to sleep on. I look over at them, and they seem used to it, having probably been on at least one of these trips before. I mmph softly and grunt, but unable to understand a word I’m saying, all they can do is mmph back.
Tyler had brought his family’s generator along with him, along with enough fuel to keep it running the entire week. The three captors leave us for a few minutes, carrying the generator out away from the campsite a couple hundred yards so we don’t get bothered by the noise. I hear the faint sound of the generator motor, barely audible, as they start it up, then they run the extension cord back and hook a power strip to it. I guess our captors still like their creature comforts while camping, because from the trailer and SUV came a flat-panel TV, a boombox/CD player, someone’s PS3, an electric space heater, and an electric stove. A sturdy wooden box is produced from the trailer, the TV and PS3 set on it, the CD Player is set next to it, and the space heater is hooked to another extension cord and placed inside the tent. The stove has its own attached stand, and it’s extended, set next to the grill and plugged in. It was just like a house, only we were outside. I had a feeling, though, that me and my two companions were not going to be enjoying much of it.
All three captors look over their set-up job and compliment each other on both their preparation and execution. They then walk over to us, each captor in charge of one boy. Tyler, of course, is in charge of me. Casey has Skyler/red, and Aaron has Jake/blue. They order the three of us to our feet, and pick our towels up from the ground. We follow our captors as they place the towels on the ground, behind the chairs off to the side of the coolers and grill, and we each drop back down to our knees on our towel.
Tyler, Casey and Aaron then sit down in their assigned chair, and Aaron says loudly to nobody in particular. “We need sodas!” I turn my head as Skyler bumps me with his shoulder, and I see both boys awkwardly rise to their feet. I follow suit, and the three of us hobble over to the coolers. Skyler gets to one of the coolers first, and drops to his knees, his back facing the cooler. He grabs the edge of the cooler lid with his cuffed hands and struggles to his feet again, opening the cooler lid. The three of us kneel in front of the cooler, backs facing it, all of us reach in with our hands, grabbing a can in our cuffed hands. Luckily, all they bought were Cokes, so there’s no possibility in grabbing the wrong kind. We all struggle back to our feet, and I let the other two captives go ahead as I hobble around and bump the cooler lid with my knee, dropping it back down. I shuffle over to Tyler and follow along as I watch the other two captives. They drop down to their knees alongside their captor’s chair, back facing them. They then bend down, lowering their faces to the ground, raising their hands up behind them, holding up the soda cans. I quickly follow suit, rising back up straight after Tyler takes the can. Us three captives struggle back to our feet, hobbling back to our towels and dropping back to our knees.
Our captors relax in their chairs, enjoying the warm air and sunshine as they just talk. Aaron puts a CD in the boombox, and Casey starts to complain about the band, with Tyler and Aaron firing back with a comment that he shouldn’t listen to bad music so much. Tyler starts to tell the other two about my entry into their little club, with Aaron offering his own point of view since he had been lucky enough to take part. I feel my cheeks flush as I’m talked about, then peek over at the other two captives, who are both peering at me as they too listen to Tyler’s stories about my initiation. We all recognize each other from school, but since we can’t talk we can’t make any formal introductions. Chances are they were both at Tyler's pool part last weekend, where I was hogtied and put on display.
We stay like that for a few hours, every so often one of our captors would call for another soda, and his assigned captive would go and get it in the same manner the first time. One difference though. After we give our soda to our captor, we take the empty can to the trash can on the outer perimeter of the campsite, deposit it, then we can resume our spot. I guess in addition to captive for the week, the three of us are also servants.
I look on quietly, jealous of the three captors. They’re having an awesome time, chillin and talking. Casey had brought along a bunch of pot, and our three captors were smoking away. I don’t smoke the stuff myself, but I know that it’s harmless enough that them being stoned won’t do anything to endanger our safety, it just makes them laugh more and get hungry. They all decide that they want lunch, and Aaron gets up and runs out of the clearing for some reason, the other two boys standing up and walking over to us.
“Pinky, red, blue,” says Tyler. “Time for a game.” I hear both of my companions groan, realizing that this was probably not good. “Aaron’s hidden two keychains at the base of the tree somewhere around the campsite, within a hundred foot radius. Whoever doesn’t get a keychain, or doesn’t have one in 20 minutes, gets to serve us lunch.” Aaron then comes back in and gives Tyler a thumbs-up. “Okay, go!”
The three of us quickly struggle to our feet and start to hobble out of the campsite. I look around and groan, there are hundreds of trees in the woods around our site. I pick a section of trees and start to hobble toward it. All of our hobbles are the same length, so we can all pretty much move at the same pace, but Skyler and Jake are more experienced at it than I am. They shuffle their feet quickly while I stumble along and hobble awkwardly. I forget about them and focus on finding a keychain, kicking leaves and dirt away with my sneakered feet. A few minutes into the game I hear. “Red’s found the first keychain! One remaining!!!” I try and pick up the pace, but I have no luck at all, groaning into my gag as I hear about 10 minutes later. “Blue found the second keychain!! Come on back pinky!!”
I hobble back to the campsite, where I see my two companions kneeling on their towels, being congratulated on a job well done. Casey and Aaron tease Tyler a bit about his boy losing, which he defends by saying that I’m new. I do catch a small glare from him, though. One of our captors had already set up the grill, and the coals are nice and ready. Tyler unlocks my arms, then locks my wrists and elbows together in front of me, the connecting chain brought in front, locking to my cuffs then the front of my collar. He gives me a push toward the grill, and I hobble slowly over to it. I pull some burgers from the food cooler and set them on the grill, holding the spatula in my cuffed hands. I pull the ketchup, mustard, hamburger buns and plates out of the box of dry foods and place them on top of the food cooler, then awkwardly place slices of cheese on the burgers. Once the burgers are done, I pick them up off the grill and place them on a plate, and mmph softly into my gag.
Thankfully I realize that we don’t have to serve our captors their meals, because I see them stand up and walk to where I had everything set up. I whine as they all give me humiliating little slaps on my butt as they walk up to me, and each of them makes a couple burgers for himself. They all call for drinks, which we captives get, my time significantly easier because my hands are cuffed in front of me. I put all the stuff away as they eat, then I shuffle over and grab their plates as they finish eating, dropping them into the trash can. I resume my kneeling position next to my companions, then see Tyler stand up and walk towards me.
“I need a footrest pinky,” he says as he pulls me to my feet. I shuffle along behind him as I’m led to the duffel bags. He unlocks me from all my cuffs and chains, leaving me collared and tightly gagged. I’m pushed down to my knees, and I feel my arms being pulled behind me, wrists and elbows tightly tied, then a rope around my stomach and forearms to keep my arms against my back. My ankles and knees are then tightly tied also, and I’m pulled back up to my feet. I hop along behind my captor as he sits back down in his chair, and I drop to my knees on the plastic tarp in front of him, facing him. I sit on my heels and lower my face to the tarp, my pink butt rising in the air. I flush as I hear laughter coming from Casey and Aaron, and I feel Tyler’s feet drop onto my butt, ankles crossing as he relaxes. “That’s innovative,” Casey says. “I’ll have to try that later.”
The conversation resumes, and the TV and PS3 are switched on, our three captors playing each other on games of Madden and some other sports games. Skyler and Jake alternate taking care of Tyler’s soda needs while I’m occupied. Aaron makes an inquiry about my gag since he didn’t see it over the weekend, and I flush a bright red as they all roar with laughter when Tyler tells them that it’s a dildo. The conversation topics focus on me, and I listen silently as Tyler shares with his two companions stories about what I endured over the weekend, their discussions interrupted by the odd comment about the video game they’re playing.
As the day starts turning into night, Tyler gets up as all three start to prepare a fire. I remain like I am, and a few minutes later there’s a good-sized fire going in the firepit. Although my butt is facing the fire, just a couple feet away, I don't get hot at all. The height of the brick firepit walls deflects heat upward, washing it over the entire campsite. I hear the jingle of chains as my two companions are brought to their feet and led to the duffel bags, and I hear them being unlocked, then I hear them both grunt as they’re quickly and tightly re-secured. Tyler pulls me to my feet, and I look to see all three of us tied the same way.
“Dinner challenge boys,” Casey says. “The game is ‘chicken.’” He explains for my benefit. Two of us will be placed 10 feet apart, facing each other. At the go signal, we’ll both start hopping toward each other, and attempt to knock the opponent down. “Winner will be released from further duties tonight, and will get to sleep in the tent,” Casey says. “Loser will cook, and sleep in the small cage, second place the big cage.”
The challenge set, the three of us are told to hop to an open section of the campsite. Skyler and I are put against each other first. We hop to where we’re told, and at ‘Go!’ we start to hop as quickly as we can toward each other. I use my size to my advantage, driving my shoulder into Skyler and knocking him to the ground. I mmph triumphantly into my gag, happy to be in a challenge that I have a good chance of winning.
The three of us are put against each other once in a round-robin style format. At the end, just as I expected, I was named winner! Jake, the smallest one of us, had pulled an upset and placed second, and Skyler was the unlucky loser. Tyler ordered me back to my towel, and I obediently hopped back to it and dropped to my knees. Skyler’s hands were untied, then tied tightly in front of him, the grill was fired up again, and Skyler started hopping to the cooler to start dinner, this time brats and hot dog buns. He makes enough for all of us, and our captors eat, Jake assigned soda duty for all three of them. After they finish, they each make a meal for their respective captive, and walk over to where we’re kneeling. Tyler unlocks and unbuckles my gag, and I see my fellow captives’ eyes widen, the captors laughing loudly as they see the size of the dildo I’d been gagged with. I hungrily munch down the brat and hot dog bun, washing it down with a few gulps of water from the bottle Tyler holds to my mouth. Tyler wipes down my dildo gag with a paper towel and puts it away, then re-gags me, this time with my super-strict harness ballgag.
I groan as the huge ball is stuffed into my mouth and pushed behind my teeth, then I feel the pink leather straps surround my face and head. I feel each strap yanked tightly and buckled down, digging into my head, pulling the ball deep, my mouth locked down around the ball, chin strap forcing me to bite down on tightly on the hard rubber. A series of clicks let me know that my captor was locking down every buckle on my gag. Two more groans and mmphs lets me know that my companions are also being re-gagged. Skyler’s mouth is again filled with his harness ballgag. Aaron takes off the socks he’d been wearing all day, slipping his bare feet into his shoes temporarily, and stuffs the dirty pair into Jake’s mouth, tightly winding blue duct tape around and around his head, making sure to keep his hair out of the way. He then pulls a replacement pair of socks from his duffel bag and pulls them onto his feet.
I’m left to kneel there on my towel. Casey decides that he wants a footrest, so Skyler is ordered to hop over to him and get into the position I was in earlier. Tyler had brought along his rubber band gun and a big bag of rubber bands, so Jake is told to kneel about 10 feet away from the group and imitate Skyler, except he has to face away from them and present his blue-clad butt as a target. I look on silently, remembering my time as Tyler’s target as our three captors have themselves a shooting competition while they talk and smoke some more, cheering every time Jake emits a muffled yelp each time a rubber band pelts him in the butt.
Casey and Aaron continue to ask my captor about me, and he’s eager to share his stories. I flush, hearing him tell his friends about my time with him, about my little shower breakdown, my time in the pool, and most embarrassingly, my final task of worshipping Tyler’s bare feet. I keep my head lowered as Tyler’s friends laugh at me as they hear about my weekend, my cheeks again burning a bright red.
The video games start again as they talk, smoke, and shoot at Jake throughout the night. I can only watch and listen as they pass the night away, having a great night enjoying each other’s company while we captives can only squirm in our bonds and mmph into our gags.
Eventually our captors start to head off to bed. Casey is the first, and he hooks a finger into the ring on Skyler’s collar and hops him over to the small cage. I look on sympathetically as he drops to his knees and squirms his way in, knowing that he’s definitely not going to be comfortable sleeping in that bent over kneeling position. Tyler and Aaron hang out for another half hour before they both decide to hit the sack. Aaron takes Jake and hops him over to the large cage, where he can at least kind of stretch out and lay on his side.
Tyler walks over to me and hooks his finger into my collar ring. I struggle to stand, and I hop behind him, getting on my knees and squirming my way into the tent. He points to the small section in the corner of the tent with no air mattress and no blanket, and I whimper into my gag as I slowly make my way over. He sits me down, and picks up my pink leather blindfold, saying “Goodnight pinky” as he presses the blindfold over my eyes and buckles it tightly in place, padlocks clicking in place. I’m pushed onto my side, and a small, thin pillow is placed under my head. I curl up on the floor of the tent, knees up close to my chest, just the hard ground under me. I listen to the breathing and snoring of my captors as they sleep, part of me wishing I wasn’t a captive, since the other three boys in the tent have an air mattress, blankets, and other comfortable things, and all that I have is this useless little pillow. I push that thought out of my head, reminding myself that I asked Tyler to make me his captive this week.
I hear the groans and whimpers of my new friends as they try to sleep in their cages, completely exposed in the night air. It’s summer, so the nighttime temperature isn’t going to be all that low, but it’s still going to get cold enough to make a near-naked captive boy completely miserable. I’m happy that I get to sleep in the tent tonight with its space heater, but I still can’t help but feel sorry for Skyler and Jake. I listen to them continue to mmph and whine into their gags, imagining how cold and uncomfortable it must be out there, especially with the fire nearly out. I spend a few more minutes listening to them, then I drift off to sleep.
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barefootethan's stories
- 01 - I Didn't Expect To Lose (m/m)
- 02 - Friday After school (m/m)
- 03 - The Camping Trip (mmm/mmm)
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