Treacle Tower

James On Camp

I loved camping, it was one of the things that attracted me into becoming a scout. We'd camped at home during family holidays and weekends away and whatever and nothing appeased me more than collapsing into a sleeping bag on a rollmat at the end of a long day.

I'm James, I've been a scout for two or three years now and I love everything to do with it. The camp wasn't anything out of the unusual, save for it being under the passport scheme. I wasn't in charge this time round, though I wanted to be for one at some point so this was an ideal opportunity to see how it worked and what was involved. It was a great time for pretty much total independence as there would be no adults present for two whole days and we could do pretty much what the hell we wanted on the camp – as long as it wasn't illegal or totally unsociable and we left the camp as we found it.

The camp went smoothly, little major happened on it that we couldn't fix ourselves (nothing burnt down which was always a good start!) and I had a really great time as did everybody else. We'd packed everything up ready to go and then we decided to sit down under a tree out of the beating sun to relax until the minibus arrived It had been a hot day and we were all shirtless and in shorts. There was no requirement to wear uniform except en-route and back again so we didn't bother dressing in it until we heard the engine of the bus.

"Let's do it," I heard somebody whisper as I laid down on the grass. Without any further warning I found myself being jumped by the other scouts. Before I could protest they'd pinned me down and tied rope to my wrists. It had previously been fed around behind the tree and I had a suspicion this was more than spontaneous. Despite my protests and bewilderment at the quickness of the operation they soon had me naked and staked out into a four point restraint at the base of the tree.

I could only watch, helpless as my shorts and trainers were crammed into my backpack, which was now well out of my reach. I thrashed around on the ground unable to escape my bonds as everybody else stood round laughing and pointing (fingers and smartphones) at me. Despite my cries and pleads to reduce my humilation, it was not to be.

This wasn't particularly an unusual sequence of events – we had tied another kid up last year on camp and humiliated him in a similar way. At the time we thought it was bloody hilarious to see him writhing around on the floor as red as a beetroot, but as it turned out it was the last time we saw him – he quit scouts the following day and we all got such a bollocking from the leaders. How the hell they let us go on this camp alone after that I will never know. Anyway, having now felt what the kid felt 12 months previously, I knew how it had been for him. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to do this next year.

"Come on guys, this isn't funny!" I protested after a few minutes, as I could hear the sound of the minibus approaching on the wind. The reaction of the scouts to this was not to release me but rather to transfer my bonds from ropes to handcuffs. One pair of handcuffs on each wrist and ankle had been tied to some rope which itself had been bound round the trees. It meant I could not bend my limbs and it left me taught, fully exposed and wondering why these things were on camp in the first place.

After a few more photographs and a spot of humilation via playing with my defenceless dick it was time (for them) to go. I may have protested too much because one of the boys shoved a big ball gag into my mouth and fastened it securely behind my head. This effectively cut my communication abilities off as anything I tried to say came out as some incomprehensible gibberish. To tease me a small bunch of keys, presumably to unlock my cuffs, hung from rope tied to a branch directly above my stomach. If I pushed my gut out I could just feel them on my skin.

Trapped, all I could do now was grunt incomprehensibly through my gag and watch as my peers quickly threw their uniforms on and proceeded to load everything – including my backpack with my clothes in – onto the vehicle. Without another glance in my direction, I heard the minibus fire up and eventually drive away into the ether. I was still on camp, tied up naked and gagged under the tree. I had no way of getting out and as far as I knew nobody else knew I was there. My only real hope was that somebody would suddenly remember me and request a turnaround, otherwise how the fuck was I going to get home? This camp site was the best part of 50 odd miles away from home, I had no money, no clothes and I'd be tearing my bare feet to shreds to walk that distance.

And then I remembered – this was a popular scout camp, it was the school break period and no doubt another group would be along soon. They'd free me. Okay I'd have to endure a bit more humiliation but it was better than trekking 50 miles in my birthday suit and if I played my cards right they'd allow me to journey with them. Jeez, it was scary not knowing who's going to find you!

The only real saving grace from all of this was that it was mid summer and I was in the shade of the trees, so at least I wasn't going to freeze to death or get baked, though I feared I might die from embarrassment depending on who turns up to camp here next – maybe some girl guides!

After a long pause during which all I could do was stare longingly at the keys willing them to take on a life of their own and unlock me, I heard movement from my left. Turning towards the source of the noise, I saw a group of three boys trek in, and a fourth boy struggling to carry a few rucksacks. He was obviously their whipping boy or had been dragged along against his will. He was slightly shorter height-wise but was a little bit chubby around the midrift area. I sighed quietly to myself in gratitude, it could have been far far worse.

"Come on Robert, you useless twonk, get our crap over here!" I heard one boy say.

"Yeah, get a tent up already!" exclaimed another boy, as I watched the one called Robert dump all his load into a pile on the ground.

"Okay boys," said an adult voice after some other stuff was put on the ground. "Here's your camp, minibus is back in two days at 4pm. Any problems just call and we won't be far away. Work together, be nice and please leave the campsite as you found it!"

"Sir, yes sir!" came a chorus from all four boys, Robert looking slightly exhausted. "Rob volunteered to put all our tents up!"

"Did I fuck!" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows in contempt.

"Robert, language!" continued the adult leader. "Right, I'm gonna get going, giz a call on this number if you have any problems," he continued, handing a piece of paper to the boys. It soon 'accidentally' fell to the ground. "Have fun!" I never saw the leader but I did see one of the initial pack of three walk off after him, leaving the other two to berate and order Robert about. I felt a pang of pity for Robert, he was clearly being bullied.

"Right, the old fart is gone. Let's get out of this uniform, get changed and go head over to the Girl Guide camp up the road and get some action?" he continued. The boys quickly changed into normal attire, leaving their regular uniforms scattered across the ground. I watched as Robert started to unbutton his scout shirt before being stopped by the others. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Guide camp?" he said so quietly I strained to hear it.

"Nobody on the Guide camp is interested in you, you fat fuck. You're putting the tents up, like I said. Now get a move on, it'll be dark soon."

"But," protested Robert, still holding his shirt ready to continue unbuttoning it. "I want to come. You promised!" I could see he looked visibly upset.

"Yeah well I lied. Get your self in gear and get erecting, or I'll give you something to cry about when I shove that tent pole so far up your arse it'll take three days to get it out again." Defeated, Robert nodded sadly and proceeded to start to get the poles out for the tent from the bag, while the rest of the gang quickly vanished out of sight.

Having heard enough, I decided it was time to swallow my pride and give Robert something to smile about. I made as loud a noise as I could through the ball gag and eventually managed to attract the boy's attention. Looking somewhat surprised to see somebody else here, he made his way over towards me. I saw Robert look taken-aback when he saw I was starkers. Continuing to grunt incomprehensively into my gag, he soon took the hint and unbuckled the cumbersome thing from behind my head, putting it next to my right arm.

"The fuck happened here?" said Robert, staring at me as he pulled the keys down and proceeded to go to unlock my restraints. "You're not gay are you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. I couldn't believe it, the first thing he says to me is am I gay?!

"No," I said, my voice still sounding stuffed and distorted as I adjusted to being gagless. "They left me here."

"Who?"

"I was on camp last week and they tied me up for some reason, then buggered off home without me."

"I'm Robert," he said, leaving me still locked up but able to speak. I could tell from Robert's accent he wasn't from my part of the world, natively anyway, so any hope I had of joining this group on the way home evaporated and it looked like I was walking. I told him which group and area I was from and I could tell from his name tag he was about 60 miles the other way!

"I'm James. Um, let me go?" Robert nodded and went to go and unlock me, but was distracted by noises behind him.

"Well would you look at that?" came a voice. "Rob's got a boyfriend and a boyfriend who likes to tie himself up. That's just fucking queer, that is." It was one of the group of boys who had been bossing Robert around.

"Fuck off, leave him alone!" I exclaimed rather too loudly.

"Ooh, a gobby one. Let's deal with that now." Shoving Robert aside, the gag was grabbed and immediately shoved back into my mouth then fastened behind my head once again. I noticed Robert quickly put the keys to my restraints in his pocket out of sight of the others.

"Robert, get those fucking tents up NOW or I'll tie you up like this, chop your cock off and shove down this faggot's throat," threatened the boy who'd regagged me I watched Robert scarper to get that job started and then suddenly I was left alone again. Afraid to speak or squeal anymore than I really had to, I just lay there quietly and watched the lonely Robert struggle with the tents. I was surprised Robert put up with being spoken to like that but realistically I didn't want to get any more involved than I really had to.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was seeing tents that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. They looked shoddily put together but wasn't my place to say. The amount of light in the air was beginning to fade and I tried to make eye contact with Robert in a half-arsed attempt to try and get myself unlocked. He spotted my gaze and after checking he wouldn't be spotted, quickly ran over to me.

"I can't get you out now, I'm going to be in deep shit if I let the sausages burn. I'll come back when I can. I'll try and save you one." I grunted in appreciation and tried to ask for release, but Robert misunderstood what I was trying to say and instead provided me with a rollmat which he slid under my body as best he could. This made me more comfortable but wasn't what I wanted.

The following morning, Robert was the early riser as I saw him stagger out of his tent in pyjama shorts and a t-shirt looking like he'd been up all night. Filling a drinks bottle with water, Robert found he was just able to get a straw into my mouth down the side of the ballgag and provide me with a drink.

"I couldn't save you a sausage, those greedy bastards scoffed the lot and I had no tea either," whispered Robert to me. "So don't worry, I'm hungry too. I'll pop to a local shop and see if I can get something for us." He patted me on the chest and I watched him leave, hoping beyond hope none of the other campers woke up beforehand.

The fear was unfounded as Robert returned and finally removed the ballgag from my mouth. As I twisted my mouth in all directions to try and stop my gums aching, I saw Robert straddle my arms and rip open a packet of something before feeding something into my mouth.

"Polo mint. Sorry, not a lot of choice and I dunno what you like," continued Robert. I wasn't fussed, it was technically food after all. He continued to load various mints into my mouth until most of the packet was gone.

"Gonna let me out?" I asked.

"No, I'm gonna do this," he replied, digging his fingers into my armpits and running them around, as I tried to hold a giggle in. "You like that?"

"No," I replied through gritted teeth. "And don't play with my, um, please don't," I started before suddenly realising I was giving Robert ammunition to torment me with.

"You were gonna say nob, weren't you? Why would I want to play with that tiny thing? Anyway mine's bigger," retorted Robert before kneeling himself up and proceeding to lower his shorts and underwear to present me with a vision of what I thought was the underside of his 'willy'. "Yes, admire it."

"That's a tree branch," I said quietly as Robert proceeded to poke his "dick" in my face. Anyway he soon decided to take the bait and go after my defenceless organ – but not in the way I thought he would. He pulled out a magnifying glass and focused the morning sun onto a fixed point on my penis. And of course it bloody hurt and I yelped in pain. Robert did the same again except this time on my balls.

"Let's do a challenge," said Robert, straddling my legs and facing me and my dick. "I'll let you out of those cuffs if you let me wank you you don't cum. I won't be too agressive with your bits."

"Go on then!" I retorted without thinking, driven by the reward of being untied. All I had to do was concentrate fully on not getting hard and this would be easy. I watched as Robert repositioned himself and prepared to start wanking me off. Unfortunately watching him preparing was enough to trigger a small erection in my dick so I was at a disadvantage already.

"Wow," whispered Robert. "I haven't done anything yet, you must like this!" He shot me a glance and an idea formed in his head. "Back in a second." I watched Robert disappear back into his tent and he re-emerged a few minutes later dressed in his full scout uniform.

Robert had inadvertedly discovered something that pushed my buttons – one of my favourite wank fantasies was my being wanked off by other boys (sometimes girls but mostly boys – boys with an strict agenda to punish me for getting too erect) in a uniform. The type of uniform varied in my fantasy – sometimes a school uniform was enough but a scout uniform was an entirely different thing, it just worked for me. And here was Robert feeding my natural teenage hormones.

I watched as he straddled my legs again and he gently took hold of my small erection as I closed my eyes in preparation to concentrate as I took on this almost impossible task to get out of this four point restraint. As Robert rolled my member around in his hand I somehow managed to reduce the erection – don't ask me how but I did and I was able to keep up with Robert's methods.

However this was soon to change as I felt something being poked into my stomach. Concerned I opened my eyes to look and that broke my concentration. Robert, still holding and manipulating my dick, had poked a finger on his other hand into my innie belly button. It acted like a reset button to me and I was distracted, allowing Robert to gain the upper hand in this challenge. It was all downhill from this point on as Robert manipulated me, tormented me and dragged me towards an inevitable outcome no matter what I did or tried to prevent this. His poking my belly button every once in a while was his method of maintaining control over me.

This boy had one more trick up his sleeve to guarantee I could never win. Being a teenage boy himself Robert had bought along some lotion, his time on camp clearly accounted for. He pulled it out of his shirt pocket and proceeded to pour some on his hands before applying his grip to my hard dick, stroking my member now with more agression and meeting less resistance. By this point I'd just totally lost control and was waiting for Robert to finish me off.

Deliberately tanking me up and making me work for relief, Robert pushed me to the edge of climax and held me there for a few seconds, giving me one final opportunity to pull myself back or delay the inevitable. There was now no way back so I just held off for as long as I could but the sight of the uniformed Robert, my dick in his hand, was what pushed me over the edge. I cum onto my stomach and tried in vain not to look like I'd been gagging for this all weekend.

"Hah, I win!" said Robert, watching me come down from my high and observing my erection begin to subside. "You look like you enjoyed that." I didn't admit it but secretly I did. "You stay locked, we'll try again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I echoed.

"Yeah. Keep this rolling over the next two days, if you can defeat me and not cum while I wank you, I'll let you out otherwise I'll try again until you beat me." I thought about this for a while and it seemed like I didn't have a choice.

As it happened, I never completed Robert's challenge over the next two days. He spent most of the time emptying me of cum and still I couldn't win. In theory it should have been easier for me to control my dick while Robert wanked me but for whatever reason it didn't work like that and I fed off this whole idea of being wanked off this way – I loved it and never wanted it to stop, in fact I came to enjoy being handcuffed and dominated.

By the end of the camp I was ready to get home and collapse into bed even though I'd literally done fuck all all weekend apart from pump cum out my nob. I still had no clothes, no water and no food to get home though and I was still tied up in the four point restraint I'd been put in originally. Robert fed me various scraps of food over the weekend and "washed" (ie poured it over) my body with left-over washing up water so at least I didn't starve and totally stink.

I watched as the camp site packed things away in preparation to leave and my thoughts turned increasingly towards how I was going to get out of here. Robert had plans for this it seemed, as I saw him put a spare set of clothes in a plastic bag by my head and told me there was an envelope in one of the pockets that had something I could use to get myself home with on the train.

Robert had set up a special slow-release trigger that effectively saved him from having to bother untying me, and it meant he'd be long gone by the time I was free. Heck, I'd been stuck here all weekend so another hour or so was neither here nor there.

Robert's slow-release plan was to effectively burn through the ropes that were binding me to the ground. He had already prepared them with his penknife to a point where a flame wouldn't take much to burn through the remainining fibres, yet was secure enough to stop me from trying to break out beforehand. Not that I had any strength left to do that and I think Robert knew that.

To eek out every last drop of torment, Robert hung the keys to my cuffs where he'd found them – suspended from a tree branch and hanging a couple of centimeters above my stomach. I tilted my head back as far as I could to watch Robert set up the two candles in holders under the rope attached to my wrists and start the wicks burning on both of them. The flame immediately made contact with the rope and we were in business – I'd soon be free.

Without bothering to acknowledge or speak to me again, Robert left me alone and he gathered up the last of the stuff to dump it on the minibus. No further attention was paid to me by anybody as the stuff was loaded, the minibus started and driven away, leaving me once again alone starkers on the campsite, with only nature and two burning candles for company.

I couldn't wait to get out of this setup I'd been stuck in all weekend. In all honesty it had been fun, I'd secretly enjoyed it. Then it suddenly occurred to me, I had no way of getting in touch with Robert! No phone, no email and no physical address. His accent gave me a rough clue as to where he could be but that was still a big area. Maybe I could put an appeal on Facebook – "looking for boy who found me tied up and wanked me dry..." – nah, I'd never get away with it!

It was a good twenty minutes or so later before the rope on my right hand had burned enough for me to give it a sharp tug and break the fibres. Finally I was half-free. I reached for the keys and pulled the rope off the branch, proceeding to undo my wrist restraints, before eventually going for my ankle bonds. Soon I was totally free!

After I hauled myself to my feet, occasionally having to use the tree as a support method, I began to walk and pace around a bit to get some movement back into my muscles. My stomach was filthy, sticky and covered in cum stains and I could hear my belly rumbling. Once I was walking around normally again, I headed towards a nearby river, en-route having a crap that I responsibly disposed of and that I'd been holding in for two days, then quickly washed myself. On my return I proceeded to explore the bag that Robert had left me.

In it was a full set of clothes – t-shirt and shorts with some underwear, socks and trainers. Relieved to not have to be naked anymore, I quickly dressed myself in these. The trainers were slightly too small so it hurt to walk a distance but this was easy to fix – just sit down for a while. Suddenly I remembered Robert said there was something in the pocket for me.

Feeling my way through all the pockets, I found a zipped-up one in the side of the shorts. Opening the pocket I found a sealed envelope. Ripping it open there was quite a bit of money there, easily enough to get me home on the train and eat some actual food as I hadn't eaten properly for days. There was also a handwritten scrap of paper too – Robert had given me his SkyPE handle with a request to message him when I arrived him. I couldn't help feeling delighted at this.

Anyway to cut a long story short, I pigged out in a fast food restaurant, then found the train station and hopped on a train, trying to catch up on sleep en-route. I managed to recover my uniform, regular clothes and belongings from the home of one of the scouts who had tied me up in the first place (I could tell from his body language and attitude the entire "being left tied up" thing had been deliberately planned and he thought it had been a hoot. What Robert's part in this I never found out). I headed home and relieved my feet of these tight trainers. I suspected Robert would probably want the clothes back so I decided to strip off and have a proper hot steamy shower first.

It was back in the bedroom with a towel wrapped round my waist that I suddenly remembered the SkyPE handle I had been given. Firing up the laptop and searching for that name, I had found Robert and before I could stop myself I had initiated a call to him and plonked my arse on the chair.

"Hey James," came his voice through the speakers and I saw him waving at me. "Stand up and don't shatter my illusion." I stood up, exposing my towel. "Get that towel off and put your hands behind your back." Like a fool, I complied with his request, exposing my naked torso.

"Why?"

"This is how its going to be. For every video call to me that we have you will be naked throughout, no matter who starts it. I am in control, you do not end the call and you do not move out of camera shot for any reason. I want to see your dick on the camera at all times."

"Um, okay?" I asked, not quite sure how to respond to this.

"So it worked then, you got out!" continued Robert, changing the subject quickly.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied, altering the position of the screen so James could see me properly through the webcam. "Thanks for the money and the clothes, give me your address and I'll send them back?"

"Nah you can keep the clothes, you're fine. Money wise you can send it to this address," he continued, reeling off an email address that I scribbled down. "That'll be fine, thanks."

I sorted the payment out and kept in contact with Robert on a weekly basis via video call, soon twice weekly. I can honestly say he has never seen me with any clothes on since he first found me and since we started video calling. I don't know why I did this, it just sort of happened.

For each call I stand up against the far wall in my bedroom wearing nothing but a wireless headset and I use a wireless mouse to initiate the call, then just stand there keeping my hands behind my back for the duration of the call, I'm not allowed to end the call or touch my own dick unless told otherwise by Robert. My entire anatomy is on show to Robert thanks to the distance my laptop is from the far wall – he can see I'm barefoot and totally starkers. Sometimes I can tell he's at least shirtless but I have my orders not to question so I don't.

On occasion I'll handcuff my hands behind my back and sometimes Robert will give me a little challenge to accomplish during the call. The most recent one he gave me was a challenge where I started the video call with cuffed hands and an urgent need to piss, my challenge being to hold it in for the length of the call. Two and a half hours I spent writhing and squirming around in agony as Robert remotely teased me by playing sounds of running water down his microphone into my headset. My dash to the bathroom was the quickest I moved all week!

I like being under Robert's thumb, albeit at the other end of an internet connection, as I enjoyed being remotely controlled and tormented like this. It was the highlight of my week. Robert wants to meet up again soon – I can't wait.

The End