The Story Teller of 1997

The Young Muggers

Part 2
The Camping Trip

Sunday

Jeff got us all to group together with our kit on our backs. The older boys, including myself, had to carry extra equipment such as the mess tent and equipment. It was quite a weight and I wasn't used to carrying it on my back.

Jeff led us through the forest and out of the other side. This was no mean feat as the forest was about 2 miles [3 km] in length. When Jeff told us to take a break we were glad to shed the weight off our backs and to crash out on the ground. The last few days have been very sunny and hot and according to the weather forecast it was set to continue. Although the trees in the forest had shielded us from direct sunlight it was very humid.

"Okay listen up you lot," Jeff called out. "We're now out of reach of civilisation!" Everybody cheered. Jeff continued. "We've still got a long way to go yet, probably another five or six miles [10 km] or more. Before we set off again you can have a little rest and listen to what I have to tell you. I'm going to split you off in pairs. I will call out your names and tell you who your partner's going to be…"

Jeff continued to call out our names. As he went through the list it was obvious that he was pairing us in a non-random method. Firstly, each pair would have one of the older kids paired with one of the younger kids. Likewise the girls were paired according to their main sexual preference and some were paired with each other and others with one of the boys. I was paired with a boy called Simon, a young lad with blonde hair that I didn't know. I was to find out that he was eleven. He looked interesting. He had a cute little face surrounded with masses of bushy blonde hair. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and I took a little peek at his chest and was quite excited at the prospect of seeing more of him.

He too gave me the once over but showed little interest. Time will tell as they say.

"Okay settle down," Jeff continued. "So now you know who your partners are. Although during the course of the week you may be parted from your partner, I want you to look out for each other's welfare. I guess you'll probably already worked out that I've paired you according to age. I've worked it out so that there is a minimum of three years between each of you. To make my life easier the youngest of the pair will be called the 'Junior' and the other one will be called the 'Senior'. If you're a junior and you have a problem then you should talk to your senior. If your senior then you should approach me or if I'm not available then approach Dave. You seniors should take this responsibility seriously and I trust you on this. I appreciate that you won't always be able to look after you junior so there are a few other rules that you must all follow."

He opened a bag of whistles, which were attached to coloured ribbons and handed them out. "I want each of you to wear one of these whistles around your neck. The juniors should wear the red ones and the seniors the green ones. The purpose of these is twofold. Firstly if you are in any danger and need assistance then use the whistle and give two short blows at regular intervals. If it's a life or death situation then give three blows. Misuse of the whistle at anytime will cause you to be punished. Secondly, the coloured ribbons will indicate to others whether you are a junior or a senior. This is important as I forbid any junior to be alone outside the encampment, when we get there, unless accompanied by a senior. Any seniors will then be responsible for any juniors that are with them.

Please note seniors that this doesn't mean that they are your slaves and that you can order them about! You are only responsible for their safety. Misuse of your position will be punished. Likewise you juniors will be punished if you are caught unaccompanied outside the encampment. Anybody caught not wearing their whistle except when they're in their tent will also be punished. Remember that my decision is final and you must all obey my commands at all times without argument. There are a lot of you and I am responsible for keeping you in order.

I don't want to spoil your fun but I expect discipline at all times. This is for everybody's sake. You can expect me to be quite harsh on those who don't conduct themselves in the proper manner. Okay that's enough about the rules for now as time's getting on. As we won't be stopping again until we reach the site and we're going to be exposed to the sun most of the way I think it would be a good idea if you all strip down to your underwear. Girls it's up to you whether you remove your bras. Before you all start undressing I want to stress that this is not the time to get sexual in anyway and I expect you to control yourselves. Be warned! Once you have undressed I want you all to put on the suntan lotion that I asked you all to bring. Get your partners to help put it on and make sure all your exposed skin is well covered."

I watched young Simon as he took his shirt off. What a lovely little body he has. Not a whisper of hair anywhere, not even under his arms. When he took his trousers off he revealed his perfectly smooth legs. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and I was trying to imagine what he would look like without them. I was convinced that he probably had a hairless cock as well.

"Will you rub my suntan lotion in for me?" Simon said to me.

"Of course I will," I replied.

I rubbed the rather oily lotion all over his body. As I was rubbing the oil into the top of his legs I couldn't help but notice the tip of his cock just protruding from underneath one of the legs of his rather baggy shorts. My hand seemed to lose control of itself and my fingers disappeared under his shorts.

"What do you think you are doing?" shouted Jeff directly at me.

I felt my cheeks redden. It was like a teacher catching me doing something I shouldn't back in my schooldays. I didn't know what to say.

"I warned you!" he continued. "I didn't want any sexual activity and you've disobeyed me. Your punishment will be that you'll strip completely and from now on you'll wear nothing but your walking boots."

I looked directly at him. Surely he wasn't going to embarrass me this early on.

He stared back at me and his eyes told me that it wasn't a good idea to challenge his order. He had to have discipline and he was using me as an example. I did as he ordered and stripped. There was a woof whistle from one of the kids.

"Who did that?" Jeff demanded. There was no answer. "I'll ask again. Who did that?" Still there was no answer. "Okay then I was hoping to have some honesty.

Graham come here!" A tallish but skinny lad approached us. "It was you wasn't it? I saw you out of the corner of my eye."

"Yes, Sir," was the reply.

"Okay the you can strip as well!" Jeff turned to an older boy called Justin, a tubby boy of fifteen. "As you are his senior and you didn't tell me that it was him then you can strip as well!"

There was now three of us who were stark naked and while the rest of the group watched with interest, none of them dared to say anything or to even smile.

"Let this be a warning to all of you. I will have discipline. Now hurry up and get your kits together. We've got a long trek ahead of us."

The group assembled themselves and we started off once again. The next couple of hours or so was hard work. I wasn't use to walking long distances especially naked. Jeff led the group and I took up the rear. It was my job to make sure that we didn't lose anybody. As I was naked I was glad that I was at the back. I let Graham and Justin walk with me. During the long trek a couple of arguments broke out and Jeff dealt with them. By the time we finally got to the site Sue, Lucy and my Peter had joined us. They too had to strip and were walking naked.

That last couples of miles were difficult as all the boys including myself had constant erections.

Jeff told us all how we were to set up the camp and where each pair was to site their tent. "Those of you on punishment can set up the mess tent," Jeff ordered.

He told the rest of the group that as soon as they had set up their tent they could have a rest or sleep. Those of us on punishment had to carry on working.

The two girls started getting the groups supper sorted while we set up the rest of the communal equipment under the supervision of Jeff. Thankfully, the sun was beginning to set and it was beginning to cool down.

Later on that evening we were all sitting in the mess tent having our supper.

Those of us on punishment have to serve the others with food and drink. By the way we were still naked. The rest of the group was now fully clothed. They were laughing and joking at our expense and Jeff was letting them enjoy themselves.

After all this was a holiday and the kids were here to enjoy themselves but he'd managed to instil that they had to behave or they would be punished. A job he'd done well but at my expense.

After everybody had eaten Jeff once again spoke to the whole group. "Well folks I think it's time we all turned in. It's been a long day. Before we do I want to cover a few points. First off for the next 24 hours we're going to play a master-slave game. The seniors are going to be the masters and the juniors are going to be the slaves." A rumble could be heard from the juniors. "Quieten down now. We'll reverse the roles later on so you juniors will have your chance. Now here are a few ground rules.

Don't forget what I said earlier today about juniors being off the camp without a senior. Masters, basically anything goes but there are a few limitations. No slave should be beaten or forced to endure real pain. For the slaves protection he or she may use the words 'Time Out' and you, as the master, must stop whatever your doing to the slave. At that point the master-slave relationship stops for a moment and the two of you should discuss what caused the 'Time Out' command. If you can agree between yourselves then you can continue with the relationship. If not then you should cease that action until such time as you can refer the problem to me. I will then decide if the action was warranted or not. I must warn you that either party may be punished if I think that a wrong has been committed by one of the party's. So it's up to you to sort out your own problems wherever possible.

When I interviewed you individually, before we left you all, you all indicated that you are happy to drink piss but most of you told me that you weren't happy about eating shit. To make it fair on everybody then forcing your slave to eat shit is a no-no. Lastly, this particular game is on a one-to-one basis and no slave swapping will be allowed. A slave is not obliged to take orders from anybody else except from his or her master or of course me. During the day tomorrow you will be permitted to leave the camp but you shouldn't wander more than about a mile from the camp. One other thing, as you already know you are responsible for your own food during the day and only at supper are you obliged to eat communally. Slaves may or may not be given food as you so wish. However, they must be allowed to eat at supper and you should see that they are given something to drink every hour during the day. By the way during supper tomorrow the slaves will continue to be slaves until after supper has finished. Before you all go off to bed I'd like all those on punishment to line up in front of you all."

We lined up in front of everybody. It was very embarrassing.

"I think most of you have got the message about discipline and rules. This lot here have fulfilled their punishments once they have done the washing up! Believe me they have got off lightly. Now off to bed with you all and have fun. Good night."

After I had helped to wash up after supper I went to my tent where my slave Simon was waiting. I unzipped the tent door and climbed in. Simon was in his sleeping bag and was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful and I was totally bushed myself, so I decided to let him sleep. I climbed into my sleeping bag and within moments I was asleep myself.

Monday

"What time is it?" I said trying to wake myself up. It took me few moments to co-ordinate myself and to work out where I was. Then I remembered.

"Just after six."

"SIX!"

"I'm sorry Sir. After last night and my failure to stay awake I thought you'd like to rise early so that I can make it up to you. I was feeling a little home sick last night but I'm okay now. I accept that you'll want to punish me for last. In the meantime, my master, would it please you if I undressed for you?"

"Yes, that would be nice," I replied. The tent we have is a bell type and it's just over five and half [1.60 m] feet high in the centre and just tall enough for Simon to stand up. I sat myself up and continued. "I'd like you to stand up and undress really slowly. No, on second thoughts I'd like to undress you. First of all kneel down by here." I pointed to a spot just in front of me. His legs had to straddle my body.

"Is this right, master?"

"Yes that's fine," I said as I run my fingers through his blonde hair. I let my hands run down his neck and onto his shoulders. His shoulders were quite broad for his age. My hands run down the front of his chest down to his stomach and then back up to the top button of his shirt. I undid the button and then the next until I'd undone all the buttons. I peeled back his shirt to reveal his hairless chest and stomach. There's something about a hairless body that makes it so wonderful to just run your fingers up and down its length. His skin was like silk and nicely tanned. I peeled his shirt further back until it slid down his arms and left his body.

"Do you like what you see?" he said to me.

"Yes," I replied. "Your lovely."

"Would you like to take my trousers off?"

"Sure would. I'd like you to stand up for this."

He did as he was told and stood up in the middle of the tent. I got out of my sleeping bag and kneeled in front of him."

"Hands on your head," I said to him and he responded.

I run my hands over his buttocks. My hands slowly moved around over his crotch.

I gave it a gentle squeeze but surprised to feel quite a packet. The excitement soon died down when I realised that it was probably his boxer shorts being crumpled up in the front. I undid the clasp at the top of his trousers and slid the zip of his fly down. Pushing my hands inside his trousers and working them around to his hips his trousers slid to the ground. He stepped out of them. He still had the same baggy shorts on as he'd had on yesterday. I resisted the temptation this time of finding his cock through the leg and instead placed my hands up each leg and squeezed his buttocks. I was trying to savour the moment and resisting the urge to rip his shorts off straight away. The anticipation of seeing his hairless cock for the first time was stirring wonderful reactions in my own pants.

"Turn around," I ordered and he obliged. I thought I'd save his cock for the very last. I placed my hands on his hips and let my fingers slip just under the waistband of his shorts and forced his shorts down to the floor. Once again he stepped out of them. His arse looked wonderful in the orange light coming through the canvas of the tent. It was well formed and slightly protruding. This is the kind of bum I like. I hate people with flat bums!

"Would like to see my cock, master?" he asked.

Well the time was right. I couldn't put off the moment any longer. At long last I was going to see this boy's little piece of meat.

"Okay turn around and let me see you in all your glory!"

"Before I do, my master, I must warn you that I'm not at my best. I'm afraid it's still limp but I'm sure it'll grow soon." He said sheepishly.

"Not to worry," I said. "Let's see it anyway!"

With a fast movement the boy swung his body around and faced me.

"Fuck me!" was the only words I could find. This boy was hung like a fucking bull! Gone was the idea of a hairless cock. This kid had a bush of hair all around his manhood and what a manhood it was. I thought I was reasonably well blessed but this made me feel almost inadequate. Even though it was limp and pointing downward it was probably about six inches [15 cm] in length. Heaven knows what length it'll grow to when it's erect! How can a seemingly underdeveloped boy of eleven possibly have a piece of meat of this size?

"Do you like it, master?" he asked.

"I'm speechless to be honest!" I replied. "How is it possible?"

"My surname is James," he said.

Then it dawned on me. James is the doctor's name. This was the doctor's son.

"Did your dad have anything to do with this?"

"Yes. He's been working on an organ-enhancing drug for a few years. It didn't work on him and he didn't know why. He asked me a couple of years ago whether I would try the treatment and I volunteered. That's how I got this. It does work but he's still trying to find out why it worked on me but not on him."

"That is something," I said. I had a little play with his super cock. It was like any other cock but just BIG! "To be honest I'd like to see that thing when it's erect but I think I'll save that pleasure for later. I got to go for pee first. I'm bursting."

"Would it please my master if he used me as a toilet?"

"It would that," I said.

"May I have your permission to unclothe your penis so that I may drink your urine?"

"You have my permission."

He undid the top of my trousers and slid my fly down. My trousers fell to the ground. He pulled the front of my shorts down and picked up my cock and offered it towards his mouth.

"Please master, I have never done this before so could you please pee slowly so that I have a chance to swallow?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes master."

He put the end of my cock into his mouth and I began to relieve my bladder. I was desperate but I tried my best to piss slowly and occasionally stopping so that he could swallow. Every time I paused I could hear him gulp as he swallowed the mouthful of urine that I'd injected into him. I reckon he must have swallowed about 20 mouthfuls.

"Okay?" I asked him.

"Yes sir. It tastes a little bitter but it's okay. I'm happy to do it again."

"Fair enough. From now on you can be my toilet! Before we go any further I'm gasping for a coffee and I guess you could do with one as well to take away the bitter taste of my urine. You've been a good slave so far so I guess you can have a coffee and something to eat. I fancy some toast for breakfast so be a good boy and go and make me some. I'll put the coffee on."

"Master, we don't have a grill."

"Use the grill in the mess tent."

"Okay master, but may I have permission to dress first."

"No, I'm afraid not. You'll have to get used to going outside without your clothes."

"But none of them have ever seen me without my clothes on. Well except Claire. I'm embarrassed to go out. They all call me prudish because I don't normally take part in their games. They've been mocking me ever since they've known that I was coming to camp."

"I guess it's because of your organ that you don't take part. Am I right?"

"Yes. I love sex. I've had sex with my dad and with Claire and I love it."

"Well it's about time you got over your inhibitions. Okay, they'll probably mock you for while but believe me there'll be jealous of you. Fuck me, I'm jealous of you! So it's time to take the bull by the horns and face it. So I'm afraid permission is denied to redress but instead I'll come with you and support you."

"Yes master," he replied with great reluctance.

We left our tent and headed towards the mess tent. Simon attempted to turn around when he saw a group of girls and a couple of boys cooking in the mess tent. I grabbed him and pushed him towards the cooking area. To his surprise none of them mocked him or sniggered. They're mouths just dropped open when they noticed his cock. They moved out of his way and gave him priority at the grill.

He toasted a few rounds of toast while I borrowed some hot water and made a couple of coffees. All the people in the mess tent were slaves except myself and needless to say they were all naked. I was purposely trying not to look at their naked bodies, as I was there to support Simon. One of the girls was Sue that I'd had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. I couldn't help notice how her nipples were standing proud as she studied Simon's physique. Also the two lads were showing signs of excitement as there little cocks were starting to stand proud.

Simon noticed the reaction he was creating and his own mighty cock began to twitch with excitement. With a concerted effort he grabbed the toast he'd made and ran back to our tent. I followed quickly behind him with the coffee.

When I entered the tent I could see Simon sitting on top of his bed. His face was bright red. There between his legs was an almighty hard-on. It must have been at least eighteen inches [45 cm] in length!

"So that's why you made a quick exit." I asked.

"Sorry about that master," he replied.

"Don't worry about it. You've made the first moves and I'm proud of you. It wasn't that bad was it?"

"Not really. I quite enjoyed the attention. It just got a bit much when it started to grow!"

"Not to worry, but next time I want you to stick it out. Okay?"

"Yes sir. Would it please you if I relieve myself?"

"Yes and no. I don't want YOU to relieve yourself. I want to do it for you. I'd like you to stand up."

Simon obliged and stood up. His organ was circumcised. The crown of his cock was enormous. I opened my mouth wide and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He moaned loudly. There was no way that anybody could take his full length into their mouth. Every time I tried to take more I could feel the cock gagging me as it tried to go down my throat. I carefully wrapped my two hands around his shaft at a distance that would allow me to take as much of his cock as possible without gagging. I used my hands to gauge how far I could go. He was groaning a lot as I pumped my mouth up and down the end of his cock. My hands felt the surge first as he began to come. I started swallowing in anticipation of his load. Within moments it arrived and the first wave filled my mouth. I'd barely swallowed it when the next one arrived. I swallowed about 7 or 8 mouthfuls. It was thick but still had the youthful sweetness that you'd expect from a boy of his age. The groans subsided.

We ate our toast and drank our coffees without speaking. I watched has his shaft slowly shrunk to its normal size. He knew I was watching it but he now seemed easier about it.

"Well I guess you ought go and do the washing up." I said to him.

"Okay sir."

He picked up the dishes and left the tent. I was half expecting some flack at my suggestion but was wrong. I watched him through the tent door has he walked across the camp to the mess tent. Now I had a few moments to myself to plan the day's activities. I decided I needed to get a little tougher with Simon as he's supposed to be my slave. On the other hand I appreciated his difficulties and a wrong move could jeopardise his whole future. I guess Jeff had purposely paired me up with his son so that I would gently introduce him to sex outside his small and limited experience. Simon was definitely eager to learn.

The tent door opened and in crawled Simon with the cleaned dishes.

"All done," he said.

"Good," I replied. "Listen Simon, we need to get a few things straight. I've been easy on you up to now but I think you need to experience the true feeling of being a slave. I assume that's why you came on this camping trip, to find out all aspects of sexual fantasy. Am I right?"

"Yes, I want to explore everything and overcome my hang-ups."

"Good. Being a slave means giving your all for your master. Both your body and your mind. You should not think about anything other than fulfilling your master's wishes. Your body does not belong to you but now belongs to your master. If you want a crap then it's not your decision as to where and when but mine. You should speak only when told to unless it's absolutely necessary to inform me about such times as you need to crap or piss. Are you getting the picture?"

"Yes sir."

"That's good. Keep your replies like that. You can address me as either sir or master. Unless I am obviously asking for a longer answer then I expect you to answer like you just did. If you wish to ask me a question, and it should only be limited to questions about clarity of one of my orders, then you should call 'Time Out'. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. I am going to spend a little while testing your obedience before we venture out into the world. Stand up! Touch your toes!" I ordered. He promptly did as he was told. "Stand up! Place this hand under your balls! With your forefinger find the opening to your arse and stick it in! All the way in. Further!"

The boy was doing as he was told. He'd obviously never fingered his own arse before. I purposely waited a while to see if he would withdraw his finger on his own accord. He didn't.

"Wash your hands!" I ordered. He quickly poured some water from his water bottle and washed his hands. "Lay face down on your bed with your hands behind your back!" I pulled some bits of rope from my haversack. I tied his hands tightly behind his back. "Get up on your knees." He struggled to get up but managed it okay. I tied a piece of cloth tightly over his eyes. I pulled my trousers and shorts down. "Open wide!" I ordered. I then rammed my cock into his mouth.

"You've tasted my piss, now your going to taste my cum! Now close your mouth around my cock and don't you dare let me feel your teeth. I want you to do nothing other than to keep your lips tightly around my cock. Slave I am going to fuck your face!" I began to slowly move my cock in and out of his mouth. Slowly I increased the rhythm until I was fucking shit out of his mouth. I could feel the end of my cock bashing against his throat. I was being a lot harsher than I normally would and enjoying it. I used my hands to hold his head to keep it firm. It wasn't long before I filled him with my cum. Lots of it. I made him lick the surplus cum off my cock.

I waited a while for my cock to settle down. Simon just stayed where he was and never said a word. Occasionally he would move his head around a little and I half expected him to speak but he didn't. He'd obviously got the message.

"I'm going to wash your mouth out now with some piss. Open wide again." I put the tip of my cock just inside his mouth and began to have a pee. This time I didn't hold back and just continued the flow of urine into his mouth. I was surprised that he had worked out that you can swallow while keeping your mouth open and took all the urine I could offer him.

"Time Out" he called.

"What's your problem," I asked.

"I could do with a piss as well."

"Time Out accepted," I answered. I picked up one of the cooking pots and placed it just under his penis. "You're free to piss away," I said to him. For a moment he hesitated and was about to argue but then decided against it. He hadn't realised that I'd placed something to catch his piss and was obviously concerned that he was going to piss over his bed. He half filled the pot with steaming hot urine.

I moved the pot out of the way and untied his hands and removed his blindfold. I told him to sit in the middle of the tent with his back pressed against the centre pole. I tied a longer rope around his stomach and tied it behind him so that he was secured to the pole. I picked up a mug and proceeded to empty some of his urine out of the pot filling the mug. I placed the pot next to him and offered the mug to him.

"Take it!" I ordered. "In case you're wondering the pot and the mug contain the contents of your bladder and your going to drink the lot! Going on start drinking!" I watched has he took a swig of his piss. He pulled a face but continued to take another swig. "When you've finished that I want you to refill the mug and keep going until you've drunk the lot. I'm going out for a while and when I come back I expect you to have finished the lot!"

"Yes sir."

I left him on his own and went to find Peter. As I approached Peter's tent I could see an older boy screwing Peter's arse. I don't know why I'd thought that Peter would be a senior. His master was a 16-year-old called Bob. They were just outside the entrance to their tent. Peter had his hands tied and stretched out in front of him. He was in a semi-kneeling position with his face on the grass and his arse stuck up in the air. I was facing them side on and every time Bob pumped his arse I could see Peter's balls swaying underneath him. As I got closer I could see that Peter had some writing on his back. It said 'I'm Bob's fuck machine!'

I watched until Bob had finished. "Hi there," I said. "He's a good fuck isn't he?"

"Sure is," replied Bob as he pulled his pants back up. "Like my sign?"

"Yes that's novel. I hadn't thought of doing that." I said.

"Sit up slave," he shouted at Peter "and show your uncle your chest."

Peter scrambled himself off the floor and turned to face me. There was more writing on his body. Just above his nipples were the words 'Bob's cherries' with two little arrows pointing to each of his nipples. On his stomach were the words 'Bob's lollipop' with a big arrow running down to Peter's cock.

"I like it," I said.

"How's your slave? It's young Simon isn't it? Got anywhere with him? He suppose to be a bit of a prude!"

"Yes he's fine. Had a few problems at first but there's a good reason for that which you'll probably find out later. He sat in the tent drinking his own piss at the moment."

"Can't be bad. What you got planned for today?"

"To be honest that's why I'm here to see what everybody else is doing."

"Well I was just about to take my little fucker on a walk up that mountain. Fancy joining us and bringing your little fucker with me?"

"Why not!" I replied.

We talked for little while just out of Peter's hearing and planned a few little things for them. I told him about Simon's problem and we came up with a solution to it. Bob was keen to see this mighty organ of Simon. We worked out what we needed to take with us and we agreed to meet at the mess tent in a few minutes time. I headed back for our tent. When I got inside I found that Simon had drunk all of it.

"That's a good slave," I told him as I untied him. "We're going for a walk in a minute. Now I want you to put this on and then go outside and wait for me!" I handed him a large disposable nappy that Bob had given me. They're adult nappies for men who have incontinence problems. For a moment he didn't know what to do with it but he soon worked out how you put it on. He poked his head out of the tent to see who was watching and with a little hesitancy he ventured out. I packed a few things that we needed into my lightweight haversack that I'd brought from home and joined Simon outside.

In the daylight I could really appreciate Simon's nappy. It was a real turn-on.

The bright whiteness of the nappy against Simon's tanned skin was making my cock twitch. "No time for it now!" I thought to myself and headed for the mess tent.

Simon followed.

"So this is your little fucker, is it?" said Bob as we joined them. "Cute!" he added.

We left the camp and headed towards the mountain to the East. We had told the slaves where we were going and told them to lead the way. We followed a few yards behind them and enjoyed the view of two youngsters walking in their nappies. At one stage the tabs on the side of Peter's nappy gave way and his naked bum came into view. It was funny to see Peter trying to cover his bare bum as if neither of us had ever seen it before.

Finally we got to the base of the mountain and Bob ordered the slaves to stop.

"Okay slaves," Bob continued. "We want the two of you to go over to that group of trees and find some lengths of wood. I want you to find four pieces of wood about six-foot [2 m] long and straight. They should be at least a three or four inches [8-10 cm] thick. Break them of the trees if necessary. Bring them back here to us and be quick about it!"

Peter and Simon did as they were told and disappeared into the trees. The mountain looked a little steeper than we thought from a distance. However, it wasn't so steep that you couldn't climb up it in a straight line with a little effort. In the distance we heard a rumble of thunder and the sky was slowly filling with dark clouds.

"I think we're going to have some rain," I said to Bob.

"I think you're right."

A few moments later our slaves returned with the wood. They'd done a good job and the wood was ideal for our plans.

"Okay boys, STRIP!" I ordered.

"Yes let's see this package of yours!" Bob added.

The two boys took off their nappies. Bob and Peter's mouths dropped at the sight of Simon's cock just like I thought they would.

"On the ground in a crouching position with your arses in the air!" ordered Bob.

We inserted a dildo in each of their arses and then using masking tape taped the dildos into position.

"Stand up! Hold your arms out wide!"

Holding one of the pieces of wood horizontally along Peter's back we taped his arms and wrists to the wood. We did the same to Simon. We then tied a piece of longer rope securely to the end of one of the other remaining pieces of wood and secured the other end to Peter's cock. Securing the rope around the base of his cock and balls. The rope was about 5 foot [1½ m] long. We did the same again to Simon.

"Okay you fuckers, start climbing!"

We watched as they started to climb. We could see the muscles across their backs clench as the weight of the pieces of wood tied to their cocks took hold. As the angle of incline increased so did the pressure on their cocks. Apart from a few grunts, neither of them said a word. Occasionally one the sticks would dig in to the soft ground and yank on their organs as it brought them to a halt. It was quite a sight watching them from behind. The dildos in their arses was making it difficult to walk and with the combination of that, the rope pulling on their cocks and trying to keep their balance because they didn't have use of their arms or hands, both of them were sweating like mad. The sun had gone in but it was still very humid and it wasn't long before Bob and myself decided to discard our clothes and stripped down to our shorts.

We finally got to the top of the mountain. The view was amazing. You could see for miles. You could see the camp below. We released the ropes tied to their cocks and ordered them to lay face down on the ground while we untaped the dildos from their arses. Their arms will left secured and we let them rest on the ground. The sweat was still running off their naked bodies.

Using a small trowel that Bob had brought with him we began to dig two small holes in the ground. They were only about six inches [15 cm] wide by about the same deep. We then planted to the two pieces of wood that the slaves had dragged up with them. We made sure that they were solid in the ground like two stakes. We then bodily picked up Simon by his outstretched arms and placed him with his back against one of the stakes. Using more tape we secured the wood securing his arms to the stake like a crucifix. More tape was wrapped around his chest just below his nipples and secured around the stake and the same again around his stomach just below his belly button. Yet again more tape was used to fasten his neck and one around his forehead so that he couldn't move his head from side to side. The stake became a little unstable so we found a few heavy stones and placed them around the base of the stake. We then lifted each of his ankles off the ground and secured them to the stake so that his knees were slightly bent outwards and his feet off the ground. To further limit his movement we put tape from just below hips and around the sides of his bum cheeks and secured them so that the stake was running up the crack of his arse and his bum cheeks were wrapping themselves around the stake. We then repeated the procedure with Peter placing him so that he was facing Simon.

It began to get cooler as a breeze began to blow. I could see goose pimples appearing on Peter's sweat soaked body. Bob and I looked at each other and then at the two incapacitated naked bodies alongside us.

"I'm hungry," said Bob.

"Me too," I replied. "I like to have an appetiser before I eat. A nice drink of hot sweet cum I always find very pleasant."

"And me. Do you mind if we swap?"

"Not at all."

I sucked Peter's cock while Bob sucked Simon's. The boys tried to struggle as the pleasure run through their bodies but were so tightly secured their efforts were wasted. We licked their organs clean.

We decided that we were going to leave them on their own for while and go for a little walk where Bob and I would get know each other a little better! Before we left them we had a few more things to do to them. We gave the two of them a drink of water. Forcing them to drink a small bottle full each. Bob produced a couple of long reels of thin piping that the good doctor had lent him. We inserted the end of one of the pipes deep down inside Peter's penis and secured it with a piece of tape. The other end of the pipe was unravelled and placed just inside Simon's mouth and secured with a piece of tape on his cheek. Likewise the other pipe was used to connect Simon's penis with Peter's mouth. We knew neither of them had had a piss for quite a while and with the water they've just drunk they'll soon be bursting. We further measured a piece of rope between their mouths and tied knots in each end of the rope. A knot was placed in each of their mouths and they were ordered to bite on it.

"If either of you attempts to talk to the other while we're gone and we find that the rope is no longer in your mouth then you will be severely punished! Now be good slaves, we might be gone for quite a while!"

We walked off and left them on their own. I almost felt sorry for them but I knew Peter would be enjoying it. I wasn't so sure about Simon but he had to find out for himself. We walked a few hundred yards away from our slaves and to the side of their view. The tape securing their heads would have made it impossible for them to see us but we could see them.

We sat down on a nice piece of grass and began to chat and eat. With all the excitement of the slaves I hadn't really noticed Bob other than a fellow master.

He has very white skin a bit like myself. He's quite slim but with well-developed chest and shoulders. I noticed that he had very little body hair except under his arms and a very thin layer on his legs. We talked about our sexual interests and what we hoped would happen over the next week. We both laughed as we each pulled out a yoghurt from our rucksacks.

"You like yoghurt as well do you?" Bob asked.

"I love it," I replied.

Bob thought for moment and then said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can," I replied seeing that he was a little embarrassed about what he was about to ask.

"Well. I got this fetish about eating yoghurt off somebody's body. I mean, if you wouldn't mind I'd like to pour my yoghurt all over your chest and stomach and then lick it all off! I know it must sound daft!"

"I don't mind," I said. "It'll be quite an experience."

I laid down on the ground and Bob proceeded to pour the contents of his yoghurt carton down the length of my upper body. The cold yoghurt made me jump a bit at first. With his fingers he spread the yoghurt around the front of my body making sure I was well covered. He then started to lick it off me making sure that each area was thoroughly cleaned of any traces of yoghurt. It was very pleasant and an experience I'd never had before. I particularly liked it when he was licking around each of my nipples and while he was licking my navel. After he had cleaned my front he asked me to sit up and he cleaned up the runs of yoghurt that had run down my sides and even some on my back. I knew he knew that I had one hell of a hard-on from his activities.

"That was good," said Bob.

"It was good for me as well!" I replied.

"I had noticed!"

"Would you mind if change roles and I had a go with you?"

"I hoped you'd ask. Of course you can."

He laid down on his back and I poured my yoghurt over him and rubbed it in. I began licking at the top of his chest and worked my way down his body methodically cleaning every square inch of his skin. I must admit the taste was wonderful. A mixture of sweet yoghurt, sweat and smooth silky skin. As I worked down his body I noticed the bulge in his boxer shorts. As I scooped the last bit of yoghurt out of his belly button with my tongue, I decided to continue. I carried down to the waistband of his shorts rimming my tongue along the band.

With my hand I gently moved the waistband downwards revealing his pubic hair. He seemed happy with this so I swung my leg over him so as to straddle his body, with my head hovering over his shorts and his face under my shorts. I placed my thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down towards his knees.

His cock sprung out at me. I felt his hands on the back of my shorts and with a swipe my shorts were down. I decided it would be easier to get rid of them and I wriggled and lifted myself off him for a second and disposed of them. Likewise Bob disposed of his. Within moments we were licking imaginary yoghurt off each other's cocks. Bob's cock was reasonably long but rather thin and uncircumcised.

It tasted good anyway. I felt a few spots of rain hit my back. I knew any moment the clouds were going to open. Bob had the same feeling. We sucked each other's cocks with great urgency and before long we were filling each other with our cum.

We grabbed our rucksacks and our shorts and ran for cover as the rain came down heavily. Boy did it come down. I thought about our two slaves but could no longer see them. We were seeking cover in a hollow in a great oak tree. It was dry and cosy and Bob and I cuddled into each other. Our naked bodies were entwined as we waited for the rain to stop.

"Dave," called Bob.

"What," I said waking up.

"I think we dropped off to sleep. The rain stopped and the sun is shining again."

"Shit!" I said. "Look at the time. We must have been asleep a couple of hours."

We dressed and headed back to where we'd left the boys. As they came back in view we could see a group of people standing around our slaves. We later found out that the camp could see the our slaves pinned to the make shift crosses and that nearly all them had made there way up the mountain to see the spectacle after the rain had stopped. Most had already returned to the camp by now but a few still remained. A feeling of guilt overcome me. Poor old Simon had been pinned there naked and everybody had seen his mighty organ. It wasn't the gentle way I'd wanted to show the group his organ but I suppose at long last he's done it! The knotted rope was still in their mouths and as I removed it from Simon's mouth he gave me a little smile as if to say everything was alright. I smiled back at him as I pulled the tubing from his mouth. The tubes was full so obviously they'd both had peed each other. Simon jumped as I pulled the tape securing the tube in his penis as it was stuck to the sensitive tip of his circumcised cock.

The skin on Simon's body was all streaky where the rain had dried on him. I could see where the streaks had been disturbed in places where his earlier audience had been touching him. I also noticed his nipples looked very red and slightly swollen and guessed someone had been sucking and biting them. I proceeded to pull the tapes securing him off. The tape had been bonded to his skin for quite a while. It was waterproof tape and the rain had made it even stickier.

Fortunately Simon had very little hair on his body but I guess Peter must have been in agony has Bob removed his. When we'd finally released them we let them lay down and rest for a while.

We were about to dismantle the crosses when one of the few people still remaining asked if we could leave them up. "We'll make it worth your while," he said. "Our two whores need teaching a lesson!"

I'd already noticed the two naked young girls with their hands tied behind their backs. They looked quite tasty. One was almost flat chested with just two small tiny mounds for breasts. The other one was very much more developed in the chest department and had a crocodile clip pinned to each of them. She had no pubic hair as it was obviously shaved off and her cunt looked very inviting.

"Okay," I said. "You can use them providing we get a little action!"

Bob and I sat and watched as the two boys went about securing their female slaves to the crosses. We lent them our reel of tape and they secured them exactly like we had done with our slaves except they lowered the cross bar and left the girls feet on the ground and spread apart. The two boys dropped their shorts and began fucking the girls. When they'd finished I could see their semen running down the girls legs.

"They're all yours!" said one of the boys to us.

"Cheers," Bob replied.

Bob and I got stuck in. I took the one with the shaved pussy and the larger tits. Her name was Jane. Fucking vertically wasn't something I'd done often and it took me a while to get the hang of it. Especially as the girl was fair bit shorter than me. Her little cunt squelched as I inserted my cock into it. It was still fairly full of the boys cum. I forced my tongue into her mouth. She reluctantly accepted it. I soon added my contribution of hot cum into her already full cunt. More and more of it was oozing out of her.

"The whores need more!" said one of the boys.

"How about your slaves," said the other.

"Why not," said Bob.

Peter and Simon had already recovered and had been watching the action. Both had erections already.

"I think my slave ought to have Jane as she's bit bigger!" I called out.

Jane's eyes bulged as she saw Simon approach her. His mighty organ was standing proud. He barely managed to get the bell end of his cock inside. She let out a yell as he pushed it into her. She had two orgasms before he finally pumped her with semen. Neither the boy or myself had managed to get her to orgasm and I felt very inadequate. There was Simon once thinking that he had a problem! We watched while another lad and his slave fucked the two girls. We then said our good-byes and started off down the mountain. We took our slaves to the edge of the river and got them to wash themselves down. We then went back to the camp and decided to have a rest in our tents as it was only just over an hour before suppertime. Before going off to sleep I placed my rucksack against the centre pole of the tent and made Simon lay lean against it and tied his arms behind him and around the pole. I had a good sleep and so did Simon.

During supper Jeff told us that for the next 24 hours we were to continue the one-to-one master-slave game but our partners. This time it was up to us who was to be master and who was to be the slave. Once each partner had agreed then there was no going back. Simon and I discussed it and Simon wanted to continue as a slave as he wanted to learn more. I agreed to carry on as master. I immediately ordered him to take off his clothes and to have his supper naked.

This he did with no reluctance what so ever. At least he was now happy to be naked in front of the others. In fact I think he was now quite proud of himself and his body.

After supper Bob, Peter, Simon and myself went back to Simon and my tent. We permitted our slaves to speak freely as long as they still obeyed our commands.

We were laughing and joking when Bob said to me that he reckoned I couldn't take Simon's cock inside my arse. He reckoned I couldn't take more than his bell end.

Peter reckoned I could take a lot more than that. With us talking about his cock, Simon began to rise to the occasion. Before long his organ was at its maximum length. Bob got out his marker pen and drew a circle around the end of Simon's cock.

"That's as far as I reckon you can take!" he said.

Peter took the pen and drew another one about 2 inches [5 cm] further down. Simon drew another on one between the two others. I added mine about another inch down from Peter's. I knew I was being a bit over the top but was joining in the fun.

"Come on then," Bob said. "Let's see whose right."

"What now!" I retorted.

"Why not?" Bob replied.

They were all looking at me and I didn't want to be party pooper. So I pulled my trousers and shorts down and crouched down with my arse in the air. Simon greased me and his cock with plenty of KY and started pushing his mighty organ in to my opening. I'd been looking forward to finally getting his cock in me but I didn't expect an audience. I knew it was going to hurt. Boy was I right! Simon grabbed hold of my hips so that he didn't push me out the side of the tent! As he pushed more and more so the searing pain got more and more intense. The pain subsided a little once he'd got the tip inside me. He soon passed Bob's marker and he pushed harder and harder. He then passed his own marker and when he finally reached Peter's marker, I cried out that I couldn't take any more. Trust Peter to be right but then again if any body knew my arse it was he.

"Now you got that thing inside me," I said to Simon, "you might as well fill me up with your hot cum!"

Simon withdrew his cock a little and then pushed it back in with quite a force.

It was beginning to feel a little more comfortable as he began to pump in and out. The pain turned to burning. I began to enjoy it as his mighty organ fucked me. I felt like I was going to explode when I felt him fill me with wave after wave of hot juices. As I looked back at my own cock swinging underneath me I could see my own cum oozing out of it. When he finally withdrew his cock from me there was an almighty 'Plop!"

"Wow! That was something else," I told everybody. "You're one beautiful young man Simon."

He smiled at my words. I didn't realise until later that it was his first time.

He'd received anal many times from his father but had never given anal before.

He was proud of his effort.

The gathering turned into a bit of an orgy. Fucking and sucking was on the menu.

The only thing that was missing was a stiff drink or two. "What the heck!" I thought to myself as I pulled a bottle of whisky from my haversack. I took a couple of swigs. The others had quietened down a bit and they were watching me with anticipation.

"Are you going to share that?" said Peter.

I knew that it was the rule of the camp that there was to be no booze. I guessed it didn't apply to me because I was an adult. Could I possibly be so mean as to not let them have a drop? "Just don't tell anybody!" I replied as I handed round the bottle.

Within an hour or so the bottle was empty. We were all as pissed as farts. We'd all fucked and sucked each other and we were all basically in a mess. I forget who suggested it but we agreed to go down to the river and have a swim and clean ourselves up. We headed out of the camp and down to the river. The water was lovely and cold. It soon sobered us a bit. As we climbed back out of the water we noticed that we weren't alone. Jeff and six other of the older boys, who were on warden duty, were standing on the riverbank.

"You lot have broken camp rules," Jeff said to us sternly. "Your now all under camp arrest!"

To my surprise the wardens produced handcuffs and cuffed each of us. We were frog marched back to the camp and taken to the mess tent. We were ordered to sit. After a few minutes one of the wardens returned with Jeff with the empty bottle of whisky. They'd been and searched our tents.

"I don't know," said Jeff to us. "I trust you and this is what I get. First of all you break the rule of leaving the camp after dark and then I find that you've broken the most serious of rules and find that you've been drinking!"

"It's my fault," I interrupted.

"Too true it's your fault! But the others are just as guilty by association.

It's too late now to discuss it. The four of you will stay here tonight under guard and at six o'clock in the morning we'll hold a public trial and decide whether your guilty or not and if you are then how your going to be punished."

He threw our boxer shorts at us and told us to put them on. The wardens uncuffed us so that we could put our shorts on. They then cuffed us again so that we were all cuffed to each other. We then laid down on the ground and tried to sleep.

TUESDAY

"Order please," he called out. "The four boys in front of you have been charged with breaking camp rules." He turned to look directly at us. "You are charged with leaving the camp after dark and drinking alcohol. David you are further charged with bringing alcohol to the camp. How do each of you plead?"

"Guilty!" said Bob.

"Guilty!" said Simon.

"Guilty!" said Peter.

"Guilty to the first charges and not guilty to the last charge," I said.

"Okay, three of you have been found guilty and you will receive you sentences shortly. David, why do you plead not guilty to the charge of bringing alcohol to the camp?"

"Well, Sir, as you know I wasn't planning on becoming one of the kids when I set out for this camp. It was only at the last minute that I found out that one of the boys was ill and that to keep the numbers even I agreed to be treated the same as the others."

"I agree with what you've said. However, it is in my opinion that you should have handed over the bottle of whisky to me once you were aware of the situation. Not only have you not done that but also you've shared the said bottle with others, which you would have known was against camp rules! I think we have overlooked the indiscretion of having the bottle but sharing it is a wanton disregard for the rules. To be fair I will leave the decision to the rest of the panel but I shall recommend a guilty verdict as charged."

The panel left the tent and were gone for some twenty minutes or so. There was great excitement amongst the assembly in the tent as they awaited the panels return. Finally they did return and they took their seats. One of the wardens stood up and began to speak.

"It is this courts decisions that all are guilty as charged!" There was a cheer from the audience. He continued, "It is also the decision of this court that the four of you are not capable of conducting yourselves in a manner appropriate to this camp. For this reason part of our sentence will be banishment from the camp. After you have fulfilled the rest of your sentences you will be taken out of this camp with nothing other than a water bottle for collecting water. You will be taken up north to the waterfall and you will stay in that little gorge.

You will not be permitted to return to this camp under any circumstances. You will have to fend for yourselves. You may return only when you have accumulated the sum of ten pounds. You will be slaves to everybody and will obey every command given you. Your masters may take you out of the gorge but you must return there as soon as they have finished with you. Your masters will pay the following sums of money for your favours:

• Each time you cum, 10 pence.
• Each time you swallow cum, 1 pence.
• Each time you drink piss, 1 pence.
• Each time you lick out an anus or vagina, 1 pence.
• Each time you receive cum anally, 2 pence.

The audience was excited at this punishment. I could hear the rattle of coins as they joked about what they were going to make us do. I looked at the rest of the accused and they weren't smiling.

The boy continued, "Now on to the rest of the sentence. For the next four evenings, one of you shall be brought back here, in turn, just after supper where you will be subjected to sensory depravation and abuse for the night. You'll discover what that means when you're brought here! Now on to your immediate punishments.

Peter, Simon and Bob, you will be taken from this court in a few minutes and you will be stripped and strapped to a table in turn. Everybody in the camp except the accused will take it in turns to give you three spanks with their bare hands on your naked buttocks. Then moving to you, Dave, because you've been found guilty of a more serious charge and because you are considerably older, you will be suspended from the oak tree outside and subjected to a severe public beating about your body. You will receive 50 strokes!"

There was a loud murmur from the audience. I swallowed loudly at the punishment.

"Further to this you will be cut down from your flogging and then staked to the ground. You will remain there for a period of 3 hours where you will be used as a toilet. Any body fluids may be disposed of over you. Your co-conspirators will start you off by jerking off over you. They will be returned every hour to repeat the process. That is the sentence passed down to you by this court and any further breaking of the rules or this judgement will be taken very seriously and punished even more severely. David, as the oldest, you will receive 200 strokes next time! This court is adjourned. Let the sentences begin!"

We were led outside. The rest of the group joined us outside. A table was placed in full view of everybody. Bob had his handcuffs removed and he was forced to bend over the table. His outstretched hands were secured to the table. As one of the wardens pulled Bob's shorts off a cheer came from the audience. Jeff started the punishment by giving Bob's bum three hard slaps with his hand followed by three slaps from each of the six wardens. Already Bob's bum cheeks were glowing red.

"Okay everybody line up," shouted Jeff.

The rest of the kids stood up and formed a queue. One after the other they gave Bob's bum three hard slaps. As time went on Bob was jumping more and more at each slap as his bum got sorer. His cheeks were a crimson red colour by the time the last slap was placed across them. The wardens then released him from the table and he was placed face down on the ground with his hand once again cuffed behind him. A wet towel was placed over his burning buttocks.

The next up for the same punishment was Peter. He took it as well as expected.

Then it was Simon's turn. He didn't take it so well and the pain got to him. I could see as they finally laid him down on the ground that he'd been crying.

Then it was my turn to have my beating. I was stripped. Jeff wrapped bandages around my wrists and ankles. I think he was a little sorry about the panel's decision and whispered that the bandages would protect my wrists and ankles from the ropes. A cricketer's box was secured over my penis to protect it. A neck collar was placed around my neck to protect my head. Jeff went into his bag and prepared a syringe. It was injected into my arm. Jeff told me it that it would help to stop me bruising. My legs began to tremble. A rope was hanging from a branch of a big oak tree and my arms were secured to it. The rope was then pulled until I was a couple of inches off the ground. Another rope tied my ankles together and it was tied around a heavy rock that they had placed at my feet. The rope suspending me was pulled tighter until the rope around my ankles took up the slack. A few more tugs and I was well stretched out.

A piece of really thick rope was brought into sight. It had three big knots tied on the end of it. One of the wardens swung the rope over his head. As he got the swing up to speed he moved towards me and let the end of the rope hit me. It struck me in the middle of my back. Boy did it hurt. I felt the pain run up my spine and into the back of my head. They weren't kidding about giving me a beating. I had another 49 of these to go. The rope began to swing again and this time it struck me between the shoulder blades. The next one hit me right on my bum. The next one hit me on the back of legs. The next one wrapped itself around the bottom of one of my legs with the knots coming to rest against my shin. The pain was immense. After a dozen or so strokes my whole body was engulfed in pain and I was struggling to remain conscious.

Then another of the wardens took the rope. This time he stood in front of me and started swinging the rope. It hit me across my kneecaps and the next hit me across my shins. Each time he was raising the point of contact until one hit me right on top of the box. The box pushed itself hard against my groin with the impact. He then decided to aim a lot higher and the next blow hit me right on the nipple. The stinging sensation was unbelievable. The next one hit me on the breastbone followed by another that caught my other nipple. I began to feel light-headed with all the pain when a real heavy blow hit me in the stomach. It knocked the wind out me and then a vale of blackness overcame me as I blacked out.

I awoke when I felt what at first I thought was water hit my face. As I opened my eyes I was staring up at young female vagina. Then more of the fluid hit my face and I realised that a girl was pissing on my face. I was laying face up on the ground. My hands and feet were bound to four stakes in the ground so that I was spread-eagled and unable to move.

"Your turn," she said to her male slave.

The slave had decided to piss on my body rather than my face. I managed to raise my head slightly and I could see the flow of his pee seemingly washing off some substance that was dotted about my body. Then I recalled that the other three had to jerk off over me as soon as I was staked to the ground. I must have been unconscious when they'd done it.

As the two youngsters left me the girls shouted out so the whole camp could hear. "The toilet's awake now if you want a piss!"

Within a few minutes I'd been pissed on by about dozen or so people. The smell was incredible. Then two boys approached me. One was a slave and his master ordered him to straddle over my body so that his cock was near my face.

"Wank you little fucker and make sure it all goes on his face!" the boy ordered.

The boy began to stroke his little organ. The rhythm got faster and faster. Just as I prepared myself for a face full of cum I felt more urine hitting my body.

The other boy was having a piss over the two of us. For a moment it took my attention and the face full of hot cum took me by surprise. Some of it went into my mouth. It tasted very sweet and I consciously remembered trying to look more closely at this lad, as I knew I wanted to taste more of his sweet cum in the future.

I was alone again and I was trying to come to terms with the pains I was feeling from my bruised and battered body. I could just raise my head enough to look down the length of my body. There weren't any lumps but I could just make out some bruising on my chest. I wriggled against my restraints as I tried to get comfortable. The base of my spine and my bum cheeks I felt sure must be badly bruised, as the weight of my body resting on the ground was quite painful. I heard a few more voices approaching. As they got closer I could see that it was the wardens bringing the three other prisoners to me. I was surprised that they were arriving so soon and I must have been unconscious longer than I'd first thought.

"You know what to do," yelled one of the wardens.

The three lads stood over me and started playing with themselves. As they stood there preparing to cover me with their cum, I looked at Simon's body. I could see that his chest was quite red especially around his nipples. Then I noticed Peter's legs. I could see cum running out of his arse. I tried to look at Bob but I couldn't see him clearly. The wardens must have been abusing the lads while they waited for me to finish my punishment. I felt sorry for them but I was helpless to do anything about it. Just at that moment I felt the first load of cum hitting me. It was Bob, then Peter and then Simon. The three of them were then cuffed and marched off.

The hours went by and the boys had jerked off on me for the last time. By now everybody in the camp had pissed over me at least once, some three or four times. Many had also jerked over me. I was covered in dried piss and cum! Even my hair was matted in dried piss and cum. I must have looked awful and I knew I smelt awful. They released me, cuffed me and the four of us were frog marched to the mess tent.

We were told to stand in a line in front of the table. The wardens sat the other side of the table along with Jeff. In front of Jeff I could see four syringes.

The foreman who passed sentence on us began to speak.

"You've taken the first part of your punishment well. David, the doctor has checked you over and your okay. He's given you quite a strong painkiller, which shouldn't wear off until sometime in the night. I'm afraid you'll have to grim and bare after then. You are now going to be taken out of the camp and you are forbidden to return until you have ten pounds to give us. When you have the money I want you to hang the yellow scarf that'll we'll leave under the big oak tree by the river on the tree. We will then come and check that you have the correct money. If you have, then you will be permitted to re-enter the camp. If you try to enter the camp or you interfere with any of the group then you will be very seriously punished! By the way the money that you'll be given for services rendered will be marked so don't get any ideas about trying to sneak into the camp and stealing some.

As I told you earlier, one of you will be brought back here every night for extra treatment. As the doctor says you'd be best, David, as the painkillers will still be effective then it'll be you this evening. I expect you to be sitting under the same oak tree as I just mentioned earlier, at six-thirty sharp. Be late and you'll be sorry. The good doctor is going to put you to sleep now. When you wake up you'll be in the gorge by the waterfall. You will stay within that gorge at all times and you will see markers showing how far down the gorge that you are permitted to go. This allows any member of the camp that wants to use your services can find you. He or she may take you out of the gorge but you must return as soon as they have finished with you. Any questions?"

We shook our heads. I think he'd made it quite clear. I was dying to ask what was in store for me tonight but decided it was best not to ask. Jeff got up out of his chair and picked up the first of the syringes. He approached Peter and told him to lay down on the ground and pushed the needle in his arm and within seconds Peter was asleep. Bob was injected next, then Simon and finally myself.

What only seemed a few seconds but must have been considerably longer, I began to wake. First thing I noticed was that I had been washed clean. The awful stench of dried piss and cum had gone. As I sat up I noticed the bells for the first time. Through each of my nipples was a piece of cord attached to a little bell. The cord actually ran through nipple and I knew that it was Jeff's handy work. As I looked at the others I could see that they too had bells attached to their nipples. Taped to my stomach was a little note. It read, "The bells are a little security measure so that we know if you're approaching. They are secured with very tough nylon cord and trying to remove them is punishable. Please try to keep them clean for the next few hours so that infection doesn't set in.

You'll find a couple of water bottles nearby. These are for you to collect water from the stream and are the only items that you are permitted to have. Your area may be inspected at any time and any other items found will be a blatant disregard for our authority and severe punishment will be administered! You'll also find a box of matches, please be careful lighting fires!"

The others began to awaken and they too noticed their bells. I read the note out aloud so that they all knew the situation. I began to stand so as to see if I could find the water bottles. The bells caused my nipples to sting. The others found the same thing. I persevered and found the bottles. My body felt quite sore. I had a closer look at myself and could see all the bruising I'd suffered.

"That looks pretty sore," said Peter.

"It is," I replied. "Goodness knows what it's going to be like when the drugs wear off." I decided that this wasn't the time to feel sorry for myself. "We don't know what the weather's going to be like so we'd better think about creating some kind of shelter. I know these darn bells are bit painful but if we don't start sorting something out soon then I'll have to leave you. I don't want to have to worry about you three while I'm gone."

We started breaking down some branches off the trees and making a make shift shelter under a big tree. After an hour we had created a respectable shelter that would keep the worst of the rain out should it happen to rain. We'd covered it with piles of dead leaves off the ground. Where we'd collected the leaves had left a large area of ground where we started to make a fire. We placed some stones in a circle and we'd split up to find some firewood. We wanted to make a big pile of wood ready for when we needed it. I worked my way down the gorge a little way and I could see the yellow paint on a few trees marking the limit of our travels. After I'd collected an armful of good tinder for the fire, I heard a voice from behind.

"Oh you!" it called. "I like your bells. Now come here and ring our bells."

I looked over my shoulder and saw a group of four boys behind me. They threw a rope around me and pulled me towards them. They wrapped the rope around me several times so that my arms were pinned by my sides. They pushed me down on my knees and tied my ankles to my thighs.

"Time to earn some money," one of them said to me wickedly. He ordered his slave to pull off his shorts. He bared his cock and stuck it deep inside his slave.

"Let's just add a bit a flavour to it," he said as he pulled it back out. He grabbed my head firmly and thrusted his cock at my mouth. "I want my penny's worth. Now suck on it!"

I did as I was told and took his cock into my mouth. His body started to jerk as I teased the end of his cock. "Swallow the lot or you don't get your penny!" he said laughing. I swallowed everything his cock offered me. "Now lick it clean," he ordered. "Does it taste better with a little shit on it?"

"Not really," I replied.

"That a shame," he said. "I'm going to have to give you another penny now." He forced his slave to crouch down with his arse in front me. He picked up a handful of earth off the ground and rubbed it into the boy's arse pushing some of it down into his opening. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed my face towards the boy's arse and said, "Lick all that dirt clean. If I find any left then you want get your penny and I'll beat you instead."

I stuck my tongue into the boy's arse and began the task of cleaning the dirt off. I could see the dirt deep inside him and had to force my tongue to enter his ring. The combination of the gritty earth in my mouth and the taste of the boy's anus made me feel quite sick. When I'd finished, the lad checked the boy's anus and agreed that I'd done a good job.

The other boy got his slave to strip and repeated the same process. First I had to suck him off. Then he forced me to clean his slaves arse. This time they had put a lot more dirt in the slave opening and after I'd started to make a reasonable stab at cleaning him out, I had to stop. I felt so sick and within a few seconds I was heaving.

"Now that's a naughty boy," said the first lad. "I'm afraid you don't get a penny for that one. What's more I promised you a beating if you failed."

He placed a piece of rope under my one armpit around my chest and through my other armpit. He tied the rope in a loop so that it was just above my head. He threw the other end of the rope of the branch of the tree above us. He pulled on the rope until I was suspended into the air. They then found two large leafy branches and handed them to the slaves. They too had sticks and they whacked their slave's bums and told them to start beating me. They each gave me a swipe with their branches.

"That's not hard enough," one of the lads said as he whacked the slave's backsides. They gave me a couple of harder swipes. The pain was already quite severe because of all the bruising.

"Harder than that," the other one retorted as he slapped the slaves hard with his stick. They gave me several harder swipes.

"Let me show how to do it," said the first lad. "You two hold his legs apart." The two slaves grabbed my knees and pulled my legs apart, as far they would go. The lad then gave me one hard swipe of the branch between my legs. It was squarely aimed at my cock. I let out one hell of squeal. He turned to his friend and said,

"Let him down a bit will you?" the other lad lowered me. The lad looked directly at me and said, "The rules have changed.

There is no safe word any more so gags are permitted!" He stuffed one of his socks into my mouth and secured it with a gag. "Okay lift him up again." He gave me another six hard whacks of the branch right on my cock! They then let me down and untied the rope from under my arms and the rope around my ankles and thighs.

"Just remember next time to do as your told!" He placed three pennies into the pouch around my neck and said, Thanks for your services, see you tomorrow!"

They left me still tied around my body. I managed to scramble to my feet and started back to the others. I couldn't move my hands so I had to leave my pile of firewood behind. As I arrived back at our little camp I called out, "I've made our first 3 pence! Can someone untie me please." There was no answer. I scouted around but couldn't find anyone. Then I heard the voice of a young girl say: "They've been taken away but a group of lads. I heard them say that they wanted all four of you but as you weren't about they'd have to manage with just the three. I guess you had a lucky escape. Come here and I'll untie you." She moved up to me and untied the ropes around my body. "I'm glad we're alone," she continued. "I'm not going to be mean to you but I do need your services. Let's find somewhere more private."

She led me up the side of the gorge and up to a little clearing. She told me to sit and relax.

"My name is Christine but everybody calls me Chris. I'm 12 and a lesbian." She told me.

"Aren't you breaking the rules being out on your own? You must be a junior."

"Not sure. I am a junior but I'm also the master over my older partner Liz. When we were back at your camp, Liz was hiding behind some bushes. I told her to stay there while I talked to you and that she wasn't to follow us. Now I'm in your company and you're still a senior, so I guess it's okay."

"I guess it must be okay too. So if you're a lesbian how can I be of service to you?"

"My natural instincts tell me that I prefer other girls but I have something inside me that says that I'd like to have sex with boys as well. This is a little embarrassing but I'm scared of sex with boys, as I've never done it before. I've seen boy's cocks before but I've never seen the cum that supposedly comes out of them. I have a phobia about letting stuff like that near me unless I know what its like. That's why I'd like you to play with yourself and make that stuff come out of your cock. Perhaps if I see it up close I'd like it."

"So in other words you want me to jerk off in front of you?"

"Yes. I understand that you can aim the stuff, so can you get it to land on your stomach so that I can study it afterwards?"

"You're the boss," I replied. I felt like some kind of experiment and ever so slightly embarrassed of what I was about to do in front of a young girl. I decided to lay on my back and I began to stroking my shaft. As my cock began to get bigger I could see that she was getting a little excited. I watched as one of her fingers disappeared into her little crotch. She was fully clothed and wearing a short skirt. As she got more and more excited, the skirt rose and the crotch of her panties was pushed out of the way as more and more of her fingers entered her little fanny. The sight I was seeing was turning me on as much as it seemed to be turning her on. As I finally shot my load, she groaned with an orgasm of her own.

"That's the first time that I've been turned on by a man!" she said astonished at what she'd done. My stomach and chest were covered with droplets of cum. She studied it closely. With a finger she touched it and began rubbing a small globule into my skin. "It's quite slimy isn't?" She scooped a small amount on the tip of her finger and stuck the tip of her tongue into it. "It's salty! Not unpleasant though." She placed her tongue on the tip of my cock and began licking the remaining cum. "I think I could get used to this," she said.

"Perhaps you're not a lesbian after all?" I offered.

"Let's not jump the gun to quickly. Let's just say I'd like to experiment further." She placed ten pence in my pouch. "Thanks for that. I might see you tomorrow. Now I'd better go and get Liz."

We headed back down the side of the gorge. Christine found Liz still hiding in a bush. Liz was the oldest girl in the camp and was only two months away from her seventeenth birthday. She was wearing a bikini style suit that Christine had made out of old rags. She was a very buxom young lady and the bikini top barely covered her nipples. Christine called me over to them as she could see that my gaze was transfixed on Liz's breasts.

"You've helped me more than you realise," she said to me. "Here's a little reward!" she continued as she tore away Liz's bikini top and revealed her wondrous breasts. "I'm not permitted to give you anything to eat but there's no rule about giving you something to suck!" She watched as I got stuck into Liz's tits. As I was enjoying the meal that Chris had given me I noticed her hand disappear between her legs once gain. Later her other hand grasped my cock. She scooped some of the pre-cum that was oozing out of it onto her fingers and wiped them in her pussy. Her body shuddered with another orgasm. She later pulled us apart and the two of them disappeared out of sight.

I went back to our make shift shelter and emptied my pouch, hiding the money in the secret hiding place we'd made. I felt a little tired and rolled myself up in a ball and dropped off to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of voices and I knew it was the other boys returning as I could hear the bells. Thankfully they were on their own.

"Dave! Your back," shouted Peter. "It's quarter past six"

"It's not? Shit I'll have to be going soon." I replied. "Have you earned anything?"

"Not a lot," replied Simon. "Fifteen pence between the three of us."

"I've got thirteen pence!" I informed them.

"You've been busy," replied Bob.

My eyes kept getting drawn back to Simon. Something about him was different. I studied him but for a while I couldn't work out what was different. His cock was as big as ever but I felt sure that this was the area that was different.

"Shit!" I called to him, "they bastards have shaved you!" Simon's lovely bush of pubic hair was gone. Apart from the hair on his head, Simon was now totally hairless. "Guess I'd better be going."

"Good luck," said Peter. The others said the same.

"Thanks lads," I replied as I set off out of the gorge. "Look after yourselves tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. At least you shouldn't be bothered anymore today!"

I followed the stream down to the river and waited by the oak tree. While I was waiting I found the yellow flag that we were to use when we'd collected enough money. At least I knew it was there. The wardens soon arrived and the cuffed my hands behind my back. I was led through the camp and into the mess tent. The smell of the cooking made me feel very hungry. The far end of the tent had been cordoned off with a sheet of canvas. When I was led behind the sheet I could see that there was just a table in there. The table had been modified and I noticed a few metal clamps had been screwed to it. There was one on the front edge of table as well as three others on the other end of the surface. I also noticed that a big whole had been cut in the centre. I was told to lay face up on the table while they prepared me.

Firstly they inserted wads of damp cotton wool up my nose. They then taped a small tube to me face with the end of it inserted into my mouth. I was told that this tube will be connected to a water bottle and if I needed a drink then all I needed to do was suck. Jeff had arrived and he told me to open my mouth wide. He placed a syringe, with no needle on it, into my mouth and sprayed its contents on my throat. I felt my throat deaden almost immediately. Jeff asked me if it felt comfortable. I attempted to answer him but found that nothing came out.

"Good its taken effect," said Jeff. "You won't be able to speak or make a sound until it wears of in about twelve to fourteen hours."

They then placed earplugs into my ears and taped to disks over my eyes. They further pulled what felt like a rubberised hood over my head. The hood covered everything except my mouth.

I felt them remove the chains from my wrists and ankles. They picked me up and made me stand. I felt someone playing with penis. It felt very sensitive. I could no longer smell, taste, hear or see, only feel. My penis was being stroked and I sensed it was getting larger. After a while the stroking stopped and I felt something being wrapped around it. It was very tight. I also felt something being attached around my balls and that too was very tight. Then I felt someone doing something about nipples. It felt like they were removing the bells.

I was jostled into position and I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend forward. I felt them lift my feet off the floor and my whole weight pressed down on the table. The table had been covered in something or other that felt sharp and prickly. I felt them secure my wrists into manacles. A further manacle was placed around my neck holding me firmly to the table. My legs were lifted higher and I could feel someone manacling my cock to the side of the table with the head of my cock pointing down to the floor. They then lowered my legs down to the floor. As they did it felt like my cock was going to break in half. They then placed manacle on my ankles and I felt them being pulled apart. While that was going on I felt more action around my nipples. At first I thought someone was tugging on them but then I realised that weights had been attached to them.

Finally I felt what at first I thought was a cock but later realised was some form of dildo was inserted up my arse. It didn't feel like a normal dildo as it seemed to be so greasy. From then on I felt nothing apart from the odd twinge from nipples or from my torso from the rather uncomfortable material that I was laying on. I assumed that I was now alone.

It seemed like ages that I was left alone. I'd tried sucking on the tube in my mouth and found I could get the water I was promised. It was difficult swallowing it as I couldn't feel my throat. I tried to get as comfortable as I could get with the very limited movement I had. After a while I got used to the discomfort coming from my cock. The device they had put on it was keeping it in the erect position even though I'd long since relaxed it.

I felt the cool air hit the opening of my anus as someone pulled the dildo out.

It was soon replaced with a warm cock. As the cock began to pump me, I could feel the table starting to move back and forth. The legs had been loosened so as to allow the table to swing back and forth. This movement made the weights on my nipples swing making me very aware of their existence. Likewise the movement also caused my cock to flex back and forth. The cock that was penetrating me was quite large and I guessed it was one of the older boys and probably one of the wardens or even Jeff. It was impossible to tell. After a couple of minutes I felt his hot cum inside me. As soon has cock withdrew I felt the dildo being replaced. Then I felt something on my back. It wasn't long before I felt the dildo coming out and being replaced with another cock. Again I felt his hot cum inside me immediately followed by the insertion of the dildo. Again I felt something on my back. This time I realised what it was. Whoever it was who'd fucked me was writing his name on my back.

I was buggered another four times in a row before I was left for while. In the time I had to myself I'd worked out that they'd been the six wardens who'd used me. If I was right, then the rest would have their chance after supper had finished. I guessed I was going to be like this for the whole night and that anybody could use me whenever they wanted through the night. However, I knew that there would probably be a rush as soon as supper was over and I was mentally preparing myself.

I was so tired and hungry. I think I must have dropped off to sleep because I jumped as I felt the dildo leave my anus. This time it was a smaller cock that was fucking me. Whoever it was, he was certainly energetic as the table was swaying violently. The weights were swinging on my nipples and my cock was going back and forth and I was sure it was going to break! His violent thrusts were causing my stomach to ride up and down the material on the table and it was making it very sore. I was glad when I felt his cum fill me up as I knew he'd at long last finished.

This time the dildo wasn't replaced but instead the next lad started pumping me.

Then the next and the next.

I guess they were queuing up for their turn. Each time I felt them write their name on my back. I kept count of each one that penetrated me and after the twentieth the dildo was replaced and I was once again on my own.

I had nothing else to do than analyse the situation. I'd worked out that Jeff had yet used me but all the other males in the camp had. I guessed that from now on the visits would be more infrequent as the night wears on and the boys have their second or third go. My arse was feeling a little tender but not as bad as I thought it would have by now. What ever was in that dildo was lubricating me well. The only problem was that I felt I needed to shit. Although some of the cum had managed to ooze out down my legs, the bulk of it was still inside me. Twenty lots of it!

Out came the dildo again! I braced myself for another cock but instead I felt another dildo being inserted. Then it started vibrating. I guessed it was probably one of the girls and that she'd inserted a vibrator. I felt her hands caressing my bum cheeks. Then I felt more hands rubbing up and down my legs. I felt some fingers squeezing the tip of my cock. I felt the weights being removed from my tits and then felt warm lips sucking on each of them. More hands were caressing my back and hips. In my mind I envisaged that I was being visited by a large group of girls. I couldn't be sure but the hands that were touching me felt soft and tenderer than boy's hands. My sense of feeling was being driven into overload. I knew my aching cock was desperate to explode but my juices couldn't make it passed the tight restraints. Just as I thought I was going to physically explode, the caressing stopped. The weights were replaced on my nipples and the vibrator was replaced with the usual dildo. My whole body felt electrified from its treatment and it took a long time for it to settle back down.

Wednesday

The painkillers must have been wearing off because the pain was getting quite intense. After suffering on my own for what I'd guess was a couple of hours, I felt a hand on my right wrist. I felt it once before earlier in the night. It felt like whoever it was, was taking my pulse. I felt the dildo come out and in popped a cock. It was particularly hairy cock and I was sure it was Jeff. It gently pumped me and when it finally pumped its load into my arse, I felt a hand on the tip of my penis. I felt him prod me in several places around my body and several times he made me jump as he pressed on one of my bruises. Once again I felt the hand taking my pulse and then I felt a sting in one of my bum cheeks. I was sure it was an injection and before long the pain from my body subsided.

Jeff had obviously decided that I was in too much pain and had given me another dose of painkillers. Believe me I was grateful! I hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness for the rest of the night. I awoke a few times as I felt someone playing with me but the drug was keeping from worrying. I might have even slept through some of the fuckings, I couldn't be sure. I do remember waking at one stage and feeling someone inserting various items up me. I had no idea what they were and didn't really care. It was probably someone experimenting with what an arse can take.

Later on I seemed to be getting more and more attention and I assumed that it must be morning. I couldn't see if it was daylight or not as everything was still black. The fuckings became more regular and I was sure that they were starting to queue up again. Each time I would feel their name being signed on my back. I was beginning to feel like a shit again as more and more cum was being released inside me. I counted them again and as expected there were twenty of them.

I felt the manacles being taken off me. The weights were removed from my nipples. The restraint from my cock was removed and they sat me up on the table.

I was now free except for the head gear. My cock felt like it wanted to burst.

It was erect and throbbing. I felt someone place my hand around the shaft of my cock and gave it a jerking motion. I was tempted to play with myself but resisted and withdrew my hand. Immediately my hand was grabbed and replaced on my cock. I was being invited to jerk off. I was in no position to argue and I really did want to relieve the throb in my cock. I caved in and began to stroke my cock. Faster and faster the strokes got when my cock finally released its load. I felt some of the cum hitting my legs as wave after wave of my restrained cum was released. The feeling was wonderful and I didn't care that I was probably be watched by the wardens.

Moments later I felt the hood that had been covering my head was being removed.

The cold air was most welcome, as it had become rather hot and sticky being encapsulated in that hood. The water pipe was detached and then the earplugs.

Finally they removed the discs that were taped to my eyes. For a second I couldn't focus but when I did I felt extremely embarrassed. The canvas screen had been removed and the whole camp had assembled in the mess tent. They had watched me jerk off! Jeff escorted me out of the mess tent and took me over to his tent. There outside was a big bucket of warm water and he let me have a good wash. It was a lovely feeling to be clean again. He handed me some clothes and told me to put them on. They were my own clothes and he must have got them from my rucksack. He told me to get in his tent.

"We're alone now Dave," he started. "Sorry you've been put through so much. The 64 million dollar question is, are you enjoying it?"

"Sort of. I've always dreamed of really being pushed to my limits and a few times I've come pretty damn close to them. Especially that public beating, that had to be the closest!"

"I am very sorry about that. I wanted the panel to decide the level of punishments and I only acted in an advisory role. They asked me whether a knotted rope like that would cause a physical damage and after studying it I told them that it wouldn't. I expressed that it would cause a lot of pain and that it would create a large amount of surface bruising. I was as shocked as you were when they announced fifty lashes." He said apologetically.

"That anti-bruising stuff you gave me wasn't very effective."

"Ah right. That was a little fib I'm afraid. There's no such drug available that I know of. What I gave you was a mixture of painkiller and sedative. That's what made you pass out. That's our little secret."

"You didn't by any chance give me some last night did you?"

"You noticed. I decided that you were suffering excessively and so I sneaked some in for you. Yet again that's our little secret. By the way how's young Simon coping?"

"Okay the last time I saw him. You should have told me about him and the fact he was your son!"

"I didn't want you treating him differently. He desperately wanted to get involved in youthful sex but because of my experiment on him I'd managed to alienate him from taking part. I knew if anybody could help him it would be you.

I think I made the right decision. Once he'd overcome his inhibitions I wanted to push him to his limits. The bottle of whisky was the perfect answer. If you haven't had done that then I'd had other plans for getting you to fall foul of the rules so that the group would have to punish you and Simon."

"In other words, we played right into your hands."

"You sure did. Anyhow, you look absolutely bushed so why don't you have a kip? I've told everybody that I'm concerned about your health and that's how I managed to get you here. They've agreed that you can have a couple of hours before you have to go back. So take advantage of it!"

I laid myself down and Jeff covered me with a blanket. I promptly drifted off to sleep. I loved being naked but for once I was glad to be wearing clothes and to have the comfort of a blanket.

"DAVE," called Jeff. "Wake up Dave." I began to stir from my sleep. "Sorry mate but I can't let you sleep any longer."

"That's okay Jeff," I muttered. "I feel a little better now. Another couple of hours and I'd be on top of the world but I guess I should be grateful for what I've had."

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to undress again," Jeff said apologetically.

"That's okay," I said as I undressed. He watched me closely as I removed each item.

"How quick can you eat a pork pie?" he asked me.

"Pretty damn quick I reckon." I replied.

Jeff handed me the pie and I scoffed it down like there was no tomorrow.

"Don't tell anybody about that mind!"

"I won't."

He slipped the cuffs on my wrists and we headed back to the mess tent. The wardens were waiting for us. They told me to sit while they attached the bells back on my nipples. I was then frog marched out of the camp and down to the oak tree by the river.

"Remember now, you're not allowed back in the camp and the normal conditions reapply. The doctor says your okay now." Said one of the wardens.

"So you do as your told!" piped up another warden. "I reckon you need another wash so in the river with you." I did as I was told and went into the river. The water was freezing. "Out further," he shouted. I waded out further until the water was up to my chest. "That'll do. Now dip your head under the water and come back out!"

I did as requested and rejoined them on the riverbank. My skin was almost numb with the cold. There was a gentle breeze blowing and that was maintaining my low skin temperature. I was then led a few yards down river where a couple of the other wardens were setting up some apparatus. They had nailed some U-bolts into two trees. They had threaded a long rope through each of the U-bolts. If you can now picture it, there is a long rope joining the two trees together. The ends of the rope have been passed through two loops and then back to the centre between the two trees. I was placed in the centre of the two trees and the unbroken length of the rope was wrapped around my cock and balls. The ends of the rope were then pulled so as to take up the slack so that I was pinned by my cock. The ends of the rope were then securely tied to my wrists with my arms stretched outwards. Even the slightest movement of my arms caused the rope to tighten on my cock. They then left me after telling me that after someone released me I would have to return to the gorge.

Time passed and my arms were beginning to tire. A few times I let my arms lower but I soon felt the pressure on my cock and lifted them again. Then I saw Darren and Sam approach me. It was nice to see faces that I recognised but then I remembered that they were both rather sadistic. Samantha was naked but Darren was clothed. Obviously Darren was Sam's master.

"Slut," Darren said to Sam. "I want you to give me a really good sexy show. I want you touch him up and have a good time exploring every bit of him. I want to be turned on watching you. Do a good job and you'll be rewarded but if fail to excite me then you'll be sorry!"

Sam started caressing me. She started at my feet and worked her way up. I was powerless to resist. She rubbed her fanny up and down my legs. She then began kissing my stomach and chest. She worked her way up to my mouth and her tongue was engaged with mine. I could Darren was enjoying the spectacle and was rubbing himself through his pants. Sam's small but well rounded and naked breasts were pressing hard against me. I wished I could move my arms and wrap them around her.

"Okay slut! You've been good so you can suck him off now. While your mouth is sucking I want your fingers to digitally fuck his anus."

She kneeled in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. At the same time she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my arse cheeks apart. I felt the first finger slip into me followed by another. It was a strange sensation as I wasn't that use to a female fingering me. As she continued to suck my knob and finger my arse, Darren began to fondle Sam's breasts. He later moved down and was fingering her little cunt. Sam's sucking got more intense as Darren's fingering was turning her on. I think Sam and I came at the same time as we both grunted with pleasure in harmony.

Darren pushed Sam out of the way and punched me hard in the stomach as he said, "I didn't tell you that you could enjoy it!" The punch knocked the wind from me and I keeled over and my knees collapsed. The ropes flung me backwards and I was suspended in the air by my wrists and my cock. The more I tried to get my feet back on the ground the more I pulled on my already over stretched cock. I soon realised that my efforts were in vain and I gave up fighting. At least the pain of being suspended by my cock was more level and trying to move only increased that pain.

Darren laughed at my predicament. Darren was particularly sadistic and he got a great deal of satisfaction from watching others suffering. He lifted my ankles and bent my legs back over my body. He hooked my ankles under the ropes secured to my wrists. My arse was now at his mercy. He ordered Sam to prepare him. She pulled his T-shirt off over his head. She undid his trousers and pulled his trousers and shorts down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She stoked his already erect penis and made sure it was at it's maximum. He was about to insert his cock into me when he noticed how my head was near to the ground.

"Slut!" he called. "I think our friend here should eat some cunt while I'm shafting him."

She knew what he wanted and she moved around to by my head. She straddled herself over my face and lowered her little cunt onto my face. Then I felt a sharp sting as Darren forced his cock sharply into me. My weight readjusted with the force and I began to swing with all my weight on my cock. Sam tried her best to stop me swinging by forcing herself further down on my face. The smell of her sweet opening entered my nostrils and the pain and discomfort began to fade. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy. The taste was pleasant and I wanted more.

I could feel Darren raping my arse but it only helped to increase my desire to want more of Sam. My tongue penetrated deeper and deeper. I sensed her clitoris and with the end of my tongue I hooked it out. It was now standing proud of her lips. This was really exciting her and she was swaying her hips as I teased her.

Without warning she released her hot juices into my open mouth as her orgasm hit her. At almost the same time I felt Darren's hot cum filling my insides. Darren got Sam to dress him and then he pulled some change out of his pocket. He worked it that he owed me thirteen pence and he put in my pouch. I was hoping he would help me to my feet before he left but to my surprise he grabbed one of my wrists and untied the knot. He then let go of me and I crashed to the ground with quite a thump. They left me while I attempted to untie the knot on my other wrist. Not an easy task with one hand but I managed to release it after a few minutes.

I was now in no man's land for me and so I headed for the gorge. When I got to the shelter I found that I was alone. I put the money with the rest and gave it a quick count. Eighty-seven pence. We still had a long way to go. I hid the money when I heard someone approaching. It was Peter. He was alone but he had his hands tied behind his back and a small rock suspended from the end of his penis.

I untied his hands for him. He then struggled to release the string tied around the end of his cock. It was knotted too tight. I had a go for him but also failed to undo it. His cock wasn't fully deflated and suggested that we waited a few minutes for it to relax further and then hopefully it would slip off. He asked what had happened to me last night but I refused to tell him as it might cause him to rise again. Instead I asked him how much money he had in his pouch.

We counted it and there was fourteen pence. After a few minutes I'd noticed his cock had softened a little and I attempted to pull the string off but still it was stuck fast. Then I had a brainwave and told Peter to step into the stream and to sit down in the water. This did the trick and his cock shrunk almost immediately in the cold water and with a hard tug I pulled the string off.

"Thanks Dave," Peter said although I'd hurt a little. "So tell me about last night."

"First of all there's no guarantee that we'll all be treated the same. Basically they stop all your senses except your ability to feel. You're then placed in a position so that your arse in exposed and they leave you like that all night. Anybody and everybody is then free to fuck your arse."

"Shit you must be sore now!" Peter asked.

"Not too bad. They insert some kind of dildo that greases you while your not being fucked."

"Is that all they do?"

"Almost. They strap your cock a little and they place some weights on your nipples but it all pretty bearable. It's quite an experience. It's amazing how sensitive you become when you can't see, hear, smell or taste."

"Whose turn is it tonight?"

"Bob's. How did you manage last night?"

"Not too bad. It got a bit cold in the night but we kept the fire going. Bob suffered the worst. He couldn't stop shivering. I guess he hasn't got much fat on him to keep him warm. Simon and I wrapped ourselves around him and he eventually calmed down and went off to sleep."

"Good. That's what I'm looking forward to is a long sleep." I stretched myself out on the ground and cupped my head in my arms.

"What's all that writing on your back?" Peter asked.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you about that. Each time someone penetrates you they have to write their name on your back."

Peter started counting the signatures on my back and then with astonishment said, "Fifty eight! You were fucked fifty eight times!"

"Probably. If that's the number of signatures then that must be the number of times. By the way you don't get paid for them either!"

"Oh good it's the two lovers, the uncle and nephew." Came a voice from behind where we were laying. "How's that for coincidence!"

We both looked to see who it was. It was Jason and he was on his own. "I was hoping to find the two of you on your own. For the next couple of hours you're both mine and mine alone. Now follow me."

He led out of western side of the gorge until we were well away from our little camp. "I want you to play with other and get those cocks nice and big!"

I grabbed Peter's cock and he grabbed mine and we gently massaged each other. Once are cocks had grown to full erections he said, "Okay that's enough. Now lay down on the ground and hug each other. I mean really close!"

We did as requested. He gestured for each of us to rise our outer legs into the air. He then man handled us until we were a cock length away from each other and proceeded to tie out two cocks together.

"Okay stand up!"

Peter and I looked at each other and wondered how we were going to do this. Somehow we managed to scramble to our feet. Jason pulled some tape out of his pocket and after prising our chests apart he taped our little bells out of the way. He scouted around the ground and picked up several prickly little cones and placed them between us. Some of them were between out stomachs and the rest between our chests. Jason purposely placed some on our nipples.

"Okay now I want you to give each other a really big bear hug. Keep going!"

We could feel the sharp needles penetrating our skin.

"Now hold it there!"

He then wrapped some rope around us holding us in position. "Now I want you to kiss. A deep throat job!"

We opened our mouths and joined them together.

"Now hold that kiss!"

He produced a length of material from his pocket and proceeded to wrap it around our heads. It secured our kiss and we were unable to part our mouths. We soon learnt that we had to breathe through our noses.

"Good so far," he continued. "Now lets see those hands on each others arses. That's good. Now let two fingers of each hand enter each other's anuses.

Go on deeper." He then secured another rope around us trapping our arms in place. He then used yards of tape securing our hands and fingers into place.

"Now walk and follow me."

It was virtually impossible to walk. We couldn't communicate with each other and therefore co-ordinate our movements. Eventually we got into a sequence where we were virtually walking side wards like crabs. As we walked we could feel the spines and needles pressing into our skin. Likewise our cocks were being pulled and pushed. He made us walk for quite a long way. We had no idea where we were.

Eventually he ordered us to stop. Pulling more rope from his rucksack, he fed it under our armpits and after throwing the rest of the rope of a tree branch he struggled and lifted us way up into the air. Our feet were about six-foot [2 m] off the ground. Then he started tickling our feet with a small leafy branch. As each of us swung about trying to avoid the tickling we were hurting each other and passing grunts to each other through our joined mouths. Even so Peter would twitch his fingers in my anus as if to say that he was all right.

After what seemed a long time, Jason lowered us back down to the ground. He released the bonding around our heads and we were able to release our kiss. We managed to place our heads alongside each other.

"Okay I think you've had long enough to bond with each other. Now we're going to play a game of truth! We'll start with you Peter. Do you love your Uncle?"

"Yes." Peter replied.

"Do you love him like a lover?"

"Yes."

"If you were able, would you marry him?"

"Probably!"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Are you homosexual or bi-sexual?"

"Bi-sexual."

"If you could have any boy or girl in this camp to be your sex toy, who would it be?"

"My uncle."

I felt honoured at Peter's words.

"How far would you go for your uncle?"

"I would give my life."

"Okay now let's turn to you David. Do you love your nephew?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Like a lover?"

"Yes."

"Would you also be prepared to marry him?"

"Yes."

"If you could have any boy or girl in this camp to be your sex toy, who would it be?"

"Peter."

"Would you too be prepared to give your life for him?"

"Yes."

Jason proceeded to untie us. When we finally released from each other, Jason handed us a pair of shorts each. We put them on. Jason tied a large chiffon scarf over Peter's head so that it covered his face. "You can join us now Gary."

Jason called out towards the bushes. Gary appeared and had been watching everything that had been going on.

Jason told us to stand along side each other and to face him. He told us to hold out our hands closest to each other. He then wrapped a piece of material around them linking them together.

He then turned to face me and said, "Do you David take Peter as your legally wedded wife? To love and comfort him in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer while you both shall live?"

"I do," I replied.

"And do you Peter take David as your legally wedded husband? To love and comfort him in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer while you both shall live?"

"I do," Peter answered.

"Peter would you like to say a few words to your future wife?"

"Yes I would." I said. I turned and faced Peter. I looked into Peter's face through the thin head veil that covered his face. "Peter I wasn't prepared for what is happening today. However I am pleased and honoured that it is happening and that you have agreed to marry me. I know we can probably never live together like a true married couple but that doesn't mean that I take it any less seriously. I love you very much and I shall look out for you until the day I die. I can accept that as you get older your love for me may die and I will not stand in your way if you find a new love in your life. I also accept and expect you to share your body with others but I would be honoured if you would keep your love for only me." I nodded to Jason to indicate that I'd finished.

"Would you like to respond Peter?" said Jason.

"Yes I would. Uncle… sorry David, I guess I can't call you uncle anymore. I too love you and I'm honoured that you are prepared to commit your love for me at my age. At this stage in my life I am prepared to give my love to you wholeheartedly. I don't know what the future will hold for me as I grow up but I cannot ever imagine loving anybody like I love you. I therefore give you my heart as well as my body."

"You have both consented in front of a witness to be joined together in marriage," continued Jason. "I therefore pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

I lifted the veil covering Peter's face. I was now seeing Peter with a different light. Now longer were my feelings purely based on lust. His face now looked radiant and I loved every bit of it. I placed my lips gently on his and embraced him.

"It's time for the wedding reception," said Gary. "As your best man, I'd like to say a few words. I've known Peter quite a few years but I've only known David a few weeks. Peter has a very warm heart and deserves the best. In the short time I've known David I have seen the love he has for Peter. I know they are right for each other. Society may not accept your love and it will probably keep you apart but today you have demonstrated your true love for each other and I know that even if you should go your separate ways, the bond between you will never die. I wish you both all the best for the future."

"Thank you," said Peter.

"And thanks from me," I said.

"Okay that's the speeches over," said Jason. "Now I know that neither of you are allowed to eat and it wouldn't be right to take money from you on this occasion.

If everybody is prepared to keep it our little secret then let the banquet start." He pulled a pile of sandwiches and cakes out his rucksack and passed them around. Peter and I tucked in as we were both starving. Jason and Gary pretended to eat with us but they were really letting us eat the lot. It didn't take long before we'd scoffed the lot.

"Listen you two," said Jason. "I know it's not perfect but I guess you'd like to consummate the marriage but we dare not leave you alone. If you were caught on your own outside the gorge and in each other's arms then I wouldn't like to know what the consequences would be. If you're happy for us to stay around and let's be fair we've already seen everything anyhow, the we'll wait for you to make love with each other."

Peter and I looked at each other and nodded.

"Thank you. We would appreciate it if you'd hang on." I said.

Peter and I embraced each other. I whispered in his ear, "I meant everything I said."

"Me too," he whispered back.

We kissed and hugged each other for quite a while. I didn't want to let go of him even though we just committed our lives together.

"Please take off your shorts. I want to have good look at you." I whispered in his ear.

He pulled his shorts off and threw them over to where Jason and Gary were. I just stood a distance and looked at him. I couldn't believe the feelings that I was feeling. Everything about him was perfect and he'd given it all to me. I gestured for him to turn around and he did. Perfection again. If there were any imperfections then love was hiding them from my eyes. I pulled my shorts off and approached my love. I kissed him gently on the back of his neck. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed myself into his back. Even his aroma was perfect. I really didn't know that I'd had these feelings for him inside me. Obviously Jason and/or Gary had noticed it and that's why they arranged this ceremony for us. The strapping of us together was just a test of our true feelings. I kissed him some more around his neck and shoulders. I gently pushed my erect penis between the cheeks of his bum.

"Oh yes please," he whispered to me. "I want you inside me more than ever."

I grasped my arms around him, gently caressing his beautiful chest. I eased my penis into his opening. The pre-cum that was oozing from me soon lubricated it.

With a small push of my hips it slipped all the way in. I almost came straight away. Peter could feel the throb in my penis has I let the feeling subside.

"It feels like it's as good for you as it is for me." Peter said to me.

"I nearly lost it then. You're so beautiful. More beautiful than I've ever seen you before. I want this moment to last for ever but my cock has other ideas."

"Don't worry about it. I'm close to coming myself. Having your cock inside me has never felt like this before. My whole body feels alive with you close to me."

"What an old man like me. You don't have say things like that just to please me," I said to him convinced that he couldn't possibly find me attractive.

"Believe me I'm not. Perhaps the saying that love is blind is true. To me you're perfect. If you have any wrinkles then I can't see them. All I want is you close to me for the rest of my life."

Without pumping or even moving my cock, it released its load into Peter. His words were enough for me. He drew away from me and we disconnected. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and shoulders. He worked his way down my back and was soon popping his tongue in my anus. I didn't particularly want him to do it but I guess he thought that it would prove his love for me. He moved his way back up my back and his arms wrapped around themselves around me and he started playing with my nipples. He knew I loved that.

"I'm sorry but I can't find anything wrong with you," he said to me as he slipped his penis inside me. "If you told me that I couldn't ever do this to you again and would accept it. I love you and I want to make you happy."

I felt good inside with his words. A wave of happiness ran through my body like an electric shock. My buttocks squeezed together ever so slightly and I felt his love juice release into me. We held ourselves in the same position for a while enjoying the new feelings that we were experiencing.

"We'd better go now," said Jason. "You guys really love each other. I hope it's not going to effect your sexual appetite for the rest of us."

"I doubt it," I said.

"No way," said Peter.

"Good. Anyhow, I reckon you both came three times each." Said Jason winking at us. "So that's thirty pence each." He put thirty pence into each of our pouches and left along with Gary.

"Guess we better get back," I said to Peter.

"Guess we ought to."

We slowly strolled back towards the camp with our arms around each other. It might seem incredible but I felt like the happiest man in the world. I never thought that today would turn out like it has. We talked about our feelings as we walked and both agreed that no matter what the next few days had in store for us, nothing could destroy our new feelings for each other.

As we arrived back at our camp we discovered that all twelve girls were there along with Bob and Simon. All the girls were dressed which made us feel very aware of our nakedness. They weren't forcing us to do anything, not yet anyway, but instead we had to sit with them. The girls were discussing the male body and in particular about our appendages. They laughed and joked about having this thing hanging between their legs. They all agreed that it had its conveniences and in particular when having a pee. Males had the ability to aim their pee and they could just pop it out and go. Where they had drop their pants instead. It felt uncomfortable that they were talking about us and not to us. We were requested to demonstrate our abilities to control the flow of our pee. Having to have a piss with twelve eager girls watching is very strange. They had us doing several other little demonstrations and experiments.

One of the girls asked the group whether a male train was possible. She explained what she meant and they decided that they would try it out. Just to make it more interesting they got one of their female slaves to undress from the waist down and got her to lay face up on top of a fallen tree. With her legs spread and myself in a standing position, I was requested to penetrate her. Once my cock was firmly implanted, Simon was told to insert his cock into my arse.

Then Peter had to enter Simon's and finally Bob had to enter Peter's. Finally one of the girls inserted a dildo up Bob. We were then told to start pumping each other. The whole thing failed straight away. Cocks had to reinserted. One of the girls then had an idea. She tapped me on the shoulder and said "Your number one." She then went down the line making Simon number two, Peter back to number one and Bob number two again.

"When I call ONE, I want the number ones to thrust slowly forward and back again. The number twos to keep perfectly still. Then when I call TWO, I want the number twos to do the same and the ones to keep still. Do you understand?" We all nodded. "Okay stand-by. If this works then we'll continue until all have you have come. I want you to hold your hand in the air once you have come. One… two… one… two… one…" This time it worked and we settled into a rhythm.

The girl increased the speed of the calls and we were pumping faster and faster.

Simon was the first to put his hand up followed by Bob, then me and finally Peter.

We disconnected ourselves while the girls laughed at the spectacle they just seen. We were then ordered to have a shower under the waterfall. The cold water soon effected our already deflated cocks and when we got back out of the water, the girls were amused at the sizes of cocks. Even Simon had shrunk quite dramatically and it looked odd sitting above his huge balls. We sat grouped together shivering while they carried on joking and talking. After a while the group of girls began to break up and eventually we were on our own.

It was probably lunchtime so we guessed we'd have a little peace for a while. We started a fire and sat around it. We broke the news about Peter and I getting married. I think they thought we were joking at first but the soon realised that we serious about it. They congratulated us and wished us all the best for the future. We then got on the subject of what had happened to me last night. I softened the ordeal as much as I could and try to make light of it. I broke the news to Bob that it was his turn tonight. A mixture of fear and delight came across his face. We decided to check our money situation and we now had one pound and thirty-six pence. We were quite pleased with ourselves.

Our peace was disturbed by a couple of boys who requested that Peter and I join them. They led us out of the gorge and down to the river. There amongst the trees was a huge display of flowers in a heart shape with the words 'Just Married' hanging above them.

"We heard that you two tied the knot today," said the older of the two boys.

"The wardens have agreed that this will be your new home until six-thirty when you have to go back to the gorge. Neither of you is permitted to leave the bed of flowers until then." Peter and I stepped onto the bed of flowers. "Now let's see you enjoy each other and make love!"

Although the situation wasn't ideal, especially having an audience, at least Peter and I could make love and be together. I knew our audience was going to stay until we'd shown them some action, so I whispered to Peter, "69". Peter nodded. We laid next to each other in a 69 position and began to suck each other. For the first time I felt I was in no rush to make Peter come and indeed for Peter to make me come. I think Peter felt the same. Instead we used our tongues to lick around our cocks. We teased each other's balls. A few times I took Peter's whole ball sack into my mouth. A little pre-cum appeared on the tip of his penis. With just the tip of my tongue I scooped up the fluid. I tasted different this time. I carried on poking the tip of my tongue into the opening of his penis. Peter reciprocated. I felt so at peace with the world. The ecstatic feeling running through me ran down to my organ and I came. Peter was frantically licking the substance as quick as it was coming out. Peter soon followed and I too was licking him clean.

"Not bad," said the two boys as they threw twenty pence at us. We'd almost forgotten that they were there. They left us on our own.

I turned myself around and took Peter into arms. We laid down on our backs and Peter nursed into my chest. We were in heaven. In all my years I'd never felt so content. We talked about the future and we even planned to run away somewhere abroad when we got back home. We later decided that it wouldn't be fair on Peter's parents and to Peter's education. It was fun however dreaming about being together.

During the course of the afternoon we were visited several times and we collected one pound twenty pence. A lot of money and we didn't even feel that we had to work for it. We saw Bob arrive at the oak tree and guessed it must be about six-thirty. We just managed to wish him good luck as the wardens arrived and marched him off. Peter and I went back to our camp where we found Simon waiting.

"Where have you two been all afternoon?" Simon asked.

"They got wind that we were married and we had to show our love for each other all afternoon. We didn't do bad either, one pound twenty. Not bad, eh?" I answered.

"Not bad at all. Bob and I have been busy as well. Another seventy-two pence between the two of us. I reckon that makes a grand total of three pounds forty.

Just over a third of the way in one and half days."

The thought of another three days of this was a bit daunting. We pooled our money together and I had gone to hide it. I found a little note where we hide our money. I read it out loud for the others to hear.

We couldn't let your special day pass without a little present. Find the yellow rock by the waterfall and you'll find your present.

Love Jason and Gary.

We got excited at what we might find. We went to the waterfall and began searching for a yellow rock. We couldn't find any yellow rocks. We were about to give up thinking it was a sick joke being played on us, when I noticed a little blob of paint on one of the boulders. It was yellow paint. We searched around the boulder and found a plastic container wedged underneath one side of it. It was full of food. We took it back to our camp and tucked in. I also found a note inside with the food and I read it out.

We're glad you found it okay. The camp has decided to leave you alone for the night, so you can relax and enjoy yourselves.

Can you please return the plastic container to where you found it. We'll collect it sometime tomorrow. Have fun.

Love Jason and Gary.

"You'll have to get married more often," said Simon with a grin on his face.

"No way," I said. "There's only one person for me and he's here with me now." I looked at Peter and he gave me a smile in return.

We got the fire going again and finished of the food. We recollected the day's events and generally relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. Peter was feeling tired and he rested his head on my lap. It wasn't long before he dropped off to sleep.

Simon and I carried on chatting for quite a long while. Simon kept supplying more wood to the fire and we enjoyed the heat it was supplying.

"I feel a bit of gooseberry now," said Simon out of the blue.

"Don't be silly," I replied. "Peter and I may have committed our love to each other but we both agree that we are happy for each other to enjoy other people as well. I still find you very attractive."

"Really. I thought you and I would never be able to enjoy each other again."

"No you're wrong. Peter and I have discussed it at length this afternoon and we both feel comfortable with sharing our bodies." I gently lifted Peter's head off my lap and placed his arm under his head. I walked around the fire and sat next to Simon. I put my arm around Simon's shoulders. "I love you just like I did before. The love I feel for Peter is different that's all." I kissed him on his chest. I kissed him some more and sucked one of his nipples. Simon soon rose to the occasion. His magnificent organ was beckoning me to suck it. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and began sucking in earnest. We were interrupted with a voice.

"Can I join in?" said Peter. He'd just woken up.

"Of course you can," I answered.

I lifted Simon up by his hips until he was in a kneeling position. I then continued sucking on his organ while Peter pushed his cock into Simon's arse.

Simon groaned with the double pleasure and was busy caressing his own chest. The groans got louder and more frequent as Peter and I heated up the action. I just caught Peter's legs beginning to tremble out the corner of my eye when Simon released his load into my mouth. I drained every last drop from him. We then collapsed on the floor with Simon in the middle. We cuddled into Simon's chest with Peter and my arms locked together. We all dropped off to sleep.

I awoke a few hours later. I remembered that we hadn't returned the plastic container to its hiding place. I carefully got up trying not to disturb the others. Peter did disturb.

"Where you going?" Peter whispered.

"I'm just going to return the plastic container before we forget. You stay there and keep warm."

"Okay, don't be long."

The fire had died down, so I added some more wood and stoked it up a little. I then picked up the container and headed towards the waterfall. It was all virtually pitch black except for the little light coming from the moon. I followed the edge of the stream until I could hear the waterfall. I could just see the outline of the boulder that I was looking for. I climbed up the side of the rocks heading for my target when I lost my footing. I slipped on some algae or something. I tried to grab onto the rocks but failed to get any grip and I slid down towards the water. Gravity was taking me on a direct route that took me over the edge of a sheer drop to the stream. A drop of ten or twelve feet [3-4 m]. I fell awkwardly and I heard an almighty crack as I landed. My leg was obviously broken but I couldn't feel it as the icy cold water was numbing it.

"PETER," I shouted on the top of my voice. "SIMON! I need help."

I carried on shouting and shouting but I was too far away for them to hear me. A couple of time I attempted to get up but couldn't. I tried dragging myself along the rocks but the cold was making me too weak. I managed to get most of myself out of the water and then finally gave up. I was going to have to wait for help.

I prepared myself that I would probably have to wait until morning. I made myself as comfortable as possible and tried to sleep. As time wore on the pain from my leg increased as life came back to it. I tried to think about pleasant things and how Peter and I were hopefully going to share our lives somehow.

Probably an hour or so had passed when I heard a voice shouting my name.

"I'm over here," I shouted. "Near the waterfall!"

I could hear them approaching. It was Simon and Peter.

"What happened?" said Peter.

"I slipped from up there," I said pointing above my head. "I've broken my leg."

"Do you reckon you could walk if we helped you?" said Simon.

"I'll give it a go," I answered.

Peter lifted me under one arm and Simon the other. They managed to get me to my feet. I tried to put a little weight on my injured leg but the pain was too intense. We managed to walk down the stream a little way and on to dry land.

They laid me down on some grass. The pain was incredible and I told them that I couldn't go any further. Simon volunteered to get help while Peter stayed with me. I told Simon to take care and not to rush. We didn't want another casualty! I laid there in Peter's arms and we waited for help to arrive. I was barely conscious and engulfed in pain but it still felt lovely being held in Peter's arms.

I can't recall much else until I awoke in Jeff's tent. Apparently Simon had made it to the camp and raised the alarm. They had constructed a make shift stretcher and had brought me back to the camp. Jeff had set my broken leg and set it in a plaster cast. Fortunately he had brought a range of medical supplies with him in case of such an accident. He knew that we would be isolated.

"How you feeling," said Jeff to me.

"Okay I guess," I replied. I felt Peter's hand grip mine as he was sitting next to me.

"You've broken your right fib and tib I'm afraid'" said Jeff. "They're clean breaks so they should heal well and shouldn't cause you any long-term problems.

However, that cast will have to stay on for a couple of months."

"Thanks Doc."

"That's okay. I'm sorry it happened. We'll break camp tomorrow and get you back to civilisation."

"No," I replied. "There's no need for that. I can manage. I don't want to spoil everybody else's fun. Besides, we haven't fulfilled our punishments yet have we boys?"

"If you're absolutely sure," Jeff continued. "Then okay, I guess it won't hurt for us to stay. David your punishment has been paid for in full. The punishment of being banished from the camp will cease forthwith for the rest of you. You will be permitted to eat by the wishes of the rest of the camp but I will insist that you be permitted to eat at least your supper. You shall continue to be slaves to the rest of the camp but we shall wave payments for your services. In return you will be slaves 24 hours a day until Saturday night. The same goes for Bob and you will still be required to undergo the same treatment as he is. Simon you will be next tomorrow night. I've heard about you and Peter, Dave, and this wasn't a good way to finish your wedding day. By the way you have my full support in what you've done and I wish more people had the courage to go through with it. Therefore, Peter I insist that you look after your new husband and see to his needs whenever you can. I will get you as much free time as I can. If you're all happy with that then I'll bid you all good night."

"Good night and thanks Jeff."

"By the way, I've had your stuff moved in here and from now on I'll be staying in your tent. There's more room in this tent for you Dave. Simon your kit has been moved into Bob's tent and Peter your kit is over there." Jeff said as he left.

"How you really feeling, Dave." Said Peter.

"Not to bad at all. I guess Jeff has given me one of his special potions. I just feel a bit tired."

"Then off to sleep with you," Peter ordered. "Simon it's up to you, your welcome to stay the night with us or you can have a peaceful night in your own tent."

"I think I'd like to go to my own tent. I fancy putting on my own clothes and sleeping in my own sleeping bag. So I'll bid you both good night. I think I'll pop and see Bob before I turn in," he said with a smile on his face as he left.

He zipped down the tent.

Peter covered me with a couple more blankets, climbed in next to me and put my head on his chest. The warmth of his body soon soothed me and I drifted off in to a deep sleep.

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