A Week at Camp Guna Gitchee

[Datom]

Thursday Afternoon

That’s what these girls were doing to me! They were getting ready to crucify me! They were tying my hands and feet to this wooden cross! And they were laughing and joking as they did it!

I saw Carla come up with a couple of wooden dowels, about an inch and a half thick. She slid them through a hole in the side of the cross near my feet. Then she grabbed my ankles and positioned my feet on them while Erika tied my feet to them. I guessed that I’d have them as a footrest.

I lay there in nothing but my bath towel and struggled. Robin had her hand firmly on my belly, to keep me from squirming too much. And the girls had my hands and feet tied so tightly to the cross that there was no way I’d escape!

“He’s all ready,” one of the girls called out.

“Should we put him up now?”

Robin looked me over. “Just a minute.” She produced a roll of transparent packing tape from somewhere. Quickly she untied her scarf from my mouth.

“Please!” I begged. “Please don’t do this! Please let me go!”

The girls all laughed at me. Robin tore off a short length of tape from the roll.

“You have to say ‘please’ again,” she chortled.

I started to say it, but as I put my lips together for the “p” sound, Robin quickly pressed the tape over my mouth.

“There,” she said, looking at my face in satisfaction, “Now he’ll look better when we take pictures of him.”

Pictures of me? Squirming on this cross? Omigod!

“Yeah! And a couple of videos!” laughter.

“Okay,” Robin announced. “Time to put him up on display.”

Two girls picked up each end of the crossbeam, and another one steered the bottom of the upright toward a square hole in the floor. I suddenly felt more vulnerable than ever, as I was lifted into an upright position, where all the girls could see my body.

Then suddenly the girls dropped the upright into the square hole. It dropped about a foot. As it landed, I felt a rude “clunk” that shook me. I looked out. I was up in full view of my audience. Now the girls were staring at me grinning hungrily. I was elevated so they could all see me on display. Their faces were about the height of my chest.

I squirmed helplessly. As I did, I could feel the cross rocking in its hole. I guess the hole must have been just a little too big for the cross to fit tightly. I could see the girls laughing at me as I realized how helpless I was.

“He looks cute in that little towel,” Candy observed.

“I don’t think so,” grinned Dixie, and she stepped forward. She took the end of my bath towel between her fingers. “He doesn’t need this.”

“Time for the unveiling!” Robin gloated.

Dixie reached up and unsnapped the snap on the towel, and pulled it off. “Ta-da!” she crowed, holding it up in triumph.

The towel was in her hand now, and my genitals were on full display, for all the girls’ enjoyment. I was totally naked for them. They came up closer and surrounded me, eager to examine my private parts.

Candy slid her hand down my bare hip, and around to my butt cheek, squeezing me and making me squirm. The cross rocked some more, and the girls all laughed at me.

Lara came right up to me. Her mouth was right in front of my bare right nipple. She blew on my nipple, and made me wiggle. She laughed. Then she licked her finger, and rubbed her saliva on my nipple with her fingertip, then blew on it again. It made me shiver, and it made the cross rock some more.

“He likes when I play with his little nippy-nip.”

Meanwhile, Amanda had stepped up on the other side of me and slipped her hand in between my thighs. She started sliding her hand up my bare thigh. It made me shiver. I looked down and saw that she was looking up at me, grinning. Her hand got to the top of my thigh and started fondling the bottom of my testicles. She was starting to sing under her breath, “One way! Or another!”

As Amanda sang in her soft sinister voice, the other girls started singing too. “We’re gonna find ya! We’re Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee,” as they grabbed at me. I felt fingers touching me, tickling me, fondling me, pinching me, all over my body, all to the accompaniment of that hellish song, over and over. At one point, Carla reached into my crotch and took my penis in her left hand. She squeezed my penis playfully a couple times. Then she licked her other forefinger and started rubbing her saliva on the tip of my penis with her fingertip. It made me shudder.

Meanwhile, I felt Candy’s hand squeezing my butt cheek, in rhythm, “We’re Guma-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee.” Dixie’s hand was stroking my bare belly, and Lara was still playing with my nipples. I was wiggling and squirming helplessly, as I was being tickled, squeezed, fondled, and rubbed, all over my naked body.

Suddenly, I heard Erika’s voice, “Everyone back for just a minute!”

All the girls stepped away from the cross. I looked up and there was Erika, with her cellphone held up, getting ready to take a picture of me!

I tried to protest “Nmmmmmmph! Nmmmmmmmmph!” but Erika just grinned evilly and moved her finger. I heard a faint “beep,” and I knew I’d been photographed in the nude.

Immediately, several of the other girls pulled out their phones, and held them up. I cried “Nmmmmmmph” through my gagged mouth, but they all just laughed and kept taking pictures of my naked body.

Amanda and Carla came up to me. “Hey, Evan, I’m going to take a close-up of your penis.” She leaned over, so close I could feel her breath, and held her camera right in front of my crotch. I heard a “click” from her camera.

“Now, just one more, of your little testicles.” She giggled, then held my penis in between her thumb and forefinger, and pulled it up, exposing my testicles. She aimed her camera and clicked.

Dixie had come up now. Amanda was still holding my penis up. “Look at these adorable little balls,” she said to Dixie.

Dixie rubbed her finger around the bottom of my testicles. “They have little bumps on them,” she observed, caressing my testicle with her finger.

“And look at this nice little penis,” Amanda had put her cellphone in her pocket, and was now touching the underside of my penis with her forefinger. “Look at this big muscle under here! Look how it’s bulging out!”

“It’s getting bigger!”

“I think he likes this!” Amanda was stroking the underside of my penis with the tip of her forefinger.

It was true. All the touching and handling and fondling and stroking was causing a reaction in my crotch. I could feel myself getting bigger. I was embarrassed that the girls had noticed it too.

I was starting to discover something else about crucifixion. Much of the time I was hanging by my arms, which were up. This made it difficult for me to breathe. Also, standing on those wooden dowels was painful on the soles of my feet. The only way I could get relief from this was to pull myself up by my arms. That made breathing easier, and gave my feet a rest. But it also made my arms tired, so that in a minute, I’d have to let myself down again. So I found myself going up and down, up and down. This evidently amused the girls no end.

“Look at him squirm!” Laughter.

“He’s so cute, the way his body squirms!” More laughter.

Brenda came right up in front of me. She licked her finger.

“I like this little belly button,” she said.

Shy pressed her moist fingertip on my bellybutton, and wiggled it. Then she slowly drew her finger down my belly, all the way down, until it was right above my penis.

“My goodness! Look at these little hairs!” she cooed. She rubbed her fingertip back and forth above my penis.

Dixie looked with her. “That’s cute! He’s starting to get pubies!” Giggling.

I lifted myself up, partly to breathe, and partly to get away from their fingers. Brenda grinned, and moved her finger back up over my penis. “You can’t get away from us,” she chuckled.

At that moment I felt a sharp poke in the middle of my right butt cheek. Erika had found a stick, and had crept up behind me, and poked me, and was going to do it again.

I lurched. All the girls laughed at me.

Erika poked me again. “This is fun! Making him squirm for us!”

I lurched again. The cross rocked again. The girls all loved it.

“Look at him wiggle!”

“Look how his belly wiggles!”

“Look at his penis wiggle when he squirms!”

Another poke. Another squirm. Another chorus of laughter.

“I like making him wiggle his penis for us,” Erika smirked.

“Look at how big that penis is!”

“I like how it’s sticking out!”

It was true. I was so hard now that my penis was sticking straight out. It felt hard and tense, In fact, it was starting to hurt.

Carla ran her finger along the underside of my penis out to the tip. Then she flicked my penis up. I felt it bouncing up and down. The girls laughed as hard as ever.

“Do it again!” Amanda yelled. “I wanna do a video of it.!”

She held up her cellphone, and Carla flicked my penis again. Again it vibrated up and down. I felt the cross rock in its hole again. Another chorus of laughter.

“That’s so cool! You can see the little veins and muscles popping out!” Now Lara was running her fingers along my penis, examining it.

I had noticed back in the brush a streak of yellow. At first I hadn’t paid much attention to it. I figured it was just one of the girls watching the fun from a safe distance. I just hoped it wasn’t Holly.

As I hung there, my butt being prodded and my penis being played with, I realized it was someone a little bigger than Holly. I happened to glance out, and I realized who it was.

It was Mrs. Maitland! She was hiding behind some brush, watching the girls torturing me. Her right shoulder seemed to be going up and down, like it had the other night, when I’d thought she was scrubbing something.

The girls were still poking me, rubbing me, fondling my testicles, and playing with my penis. I looked over at Mrs. Maitland. Shouldn’t she be stopping all this? I wondered. Why is she just letting this happen?

Suddenly, she seemed to realize that I was looking at her. She jumped up, stepped briskly out of the brush, and strutted forward to the stage area. She assumed an authoritative look on her face.

“Girls! Just what do you think you’re doing to poor Evan?”

The laughter stopped abruptly. None of the girls spoke.

Mrs. Maitland turned to Robin. “And why are you letting the girls do this? It’s your job to be in charge! Why didn’t you put a stop to this?”

Robin opened her eyes wide in assumed innocence. “I tried to, Mrs. Maitland! I tried to tell them to stop, but they wouldn’t listen!”

Mrs. Maitland turned to me, still hanging on the cross. “Look at poor Evan! You stripped him stark naked! And look at his poor little penis!” She took my penis in her hand and held it. “Just look at it! It’s so big and hard that it’s about to burst!”

Holding my testicles in one hand, Mrs. Maitland ran the index finger of her other hand along my hard penis. “This has got to be painful! She turned to the group. “Girls, when a boy’s penis gets this big and full, you have to empty it for him.”

The girls all gathered around. “Let me show you how to do this,” Mrs. Maitland began.

She slipped one hand behind me, gripping one of my butt cheeks. Then, with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, she grasped my penis by the base and slid her fingers along the length of my penis, almost to the tip. Then she let go, and held me at the base of my penis again and repeated the motion. Each time, she squeezed my penis, just a little tighter than before. She kept doing this.

“Come on, Evan,” she encouraged. “I want you to squirt it all out for me.”

As she worked me, I could feel a hand rubbing up my bare back. Then another hand sliding up and down the inside of my left thigh.

Dixie stepped up to the front and started rubbing my chest, her finger playing over my nipple.

“Girls, you might not want to stand right in front of him,” Mrs. Maitland warned. “When he lets go, you don’t want him squirting it all over you.”

Dixie moved to one side, but kept playing with my nipple.

Suddenly, I felt another hand reach from behind and slide up the inside of my bare thigh. It slid right up into my crotch, and I felt a finger tickling the underside of my testicles.

That was enough! I felt myself letting go. I felt the backed-up sexual tension inside my penis suddenly release itself in a huge stream of semen, squirting out between the girls and out onto the floor in front of the cross!

“Yay!” Nice squirt!” “We made Evan squirt for us!” “Way to go, Mrs. Maitland!”

“So, girls, that’s how you make a boy squirt for you,” Mrs. Maitland said calmly.

Just then, Taylor came rushing from the trail into the clearing, carrying a slip of paper.

“Mrs. Maitland, I got a message for you.” Then she looked at the crowd, and at my naked body suspended on the cross. “What are you doing?”

Mrs. Maitland pulled herself up with some proper indignation. “I just got here,” she said, “and I found that the girls had hung young Evan here up on this cross.” She shook her head. “Terrible behavior. Just terrible!”

Taylor stared. “Maybe we should get him down,” she said simply.

Without waiting for Mrs. Maitland to reply, Taylor summoned several of the girls, and ordered them to lift the cross out of its hole and set it down on its back. “Gently,” she admonished.

The girls pulled the cross out of the hole. I was lifted up, tipped back, and laid on the ground, facing up.

“Let’s get him untied,” Taylor said.

Almost immediately, several girls started untying my hands. One girl pulled out a pocketknife and started cutting the ropes around my ankles. Mrs. Maitland and Robin reached down and helped me stand up. Robin had my towel, and she handed it to me. I quickly wrapped it around my waist.

Taylor said, “Evan, come with me.” She turned to the rest of them and very calmly said, “Give me a few minutes head start before you come back to camp.” Then she put her hand gently on my bare back, and started leading me along the trail back to the camp.

About fifteen minutes later, we were back in the camp area. Taylor turned me around and looked at me. “Are you all right?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes.

I shook my head no.

“I guess that was a silly question,” she admitted. Then she guided me over to my cabin.

“Evan, why don’t you go inside and put on some clothes. I think you’ll feel a little better once you’re dressed. I’ll stay outside and make sure no one comes to bother you.”

I nodded gratefully. As I was about to enter the cabin, Taylor added, “Let me know when you’re dressed, and I’ll run over to the dining room and get you something to eat. I’ll bet you’re starved.”

Good idea, I thought. For once, I was glad to be having a meal by myself.

“And Evan, I’m going to be having a talk about all this with Robin and Mrs. Maitland. That shouldn’t have happened to you.”

[Jeepman89]

Amazing turn of events at the hands of these girls culminating in him cumming for them!

[Datom]

Friday

I woke up in the upper bunk in my cabin. The first thing I thought was, I’m going home today.

Home. Finally. After a whole week of the worst humiliation I could have imagined.

I still had visions of that horrifying chase through the woods. And that dreadful song! "One way! Or Another!" If that song ever came on the radio again, I knew I’d be taken back to that terrifying day!

And being crucified. Tied to a cross, totally naked and humiliated in front of all those girls! Listening to them comment about my body, while they stroked my thighs, caressed my belly, played with my nipples, tickled my testicles, and, worst of all, stroked and squeezed my penis, all the while giggling and laughing at me! And taking pictures, nude pictures of me—even videos, showing my totally naked body squirming and wiggling like a helpless worm! Being stimulated until I was totally erect, to the point of pain, for their amusement. Then being made to squirt my sperm for the girls by Mrs. Maitland, the one person that should have been protecting me! It was the most humiliating event of my life!

Stop it!—I said to myself. Don’t go back there!

Taylor seemed like the one person who understood. She brought me breakfast that day, and told me that I could stay in the cabin that day. It was a warm day, and the girls had all gone swimming, but I didn’t really want to make another appearance in my swimming trunks. So I just hibernated in the cabin, just me and my Game Boy, until it was almost time for Mom and Dad to pick me up.

I had one other visitor. About three o’clock, Taylor knocked on the cabin door.

“Evan?” she called. “Can you see a visitor?”

“Who is it?”

“Just Holly.”

I got up and opened the door. There was Holly, with Taylor right behind her.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Taylor smiled, then turned and stepped away.

“Oh, Evan!” Holly was almost in tears. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you yesterday! That must have been horrible!”

“Yeah, it was.”

Holly took my hand. “You know I wasn’t part of it,” she murmured.

“Yeah. I know,” I said quietly. “You’d never be part of anything like that. You’re too nice.”

Holly said, “When I saw that they had captured you, I went and got Mrs. Maitland. She went down to rescue you, right away.”

“Rescue me?”

“Yes. She said that she was going down to the chapel area to find you and help you.”

Yeah, right, I thought. She helped me alright. Helped me by emptying my penis for the girls' entertainment. Big help.

“So you know at least I tried to help.”

“I know, Holly.” I hesitated, then “Thank you.”

Holly took my hand. “Evan, can I see you again sometime?”

That took me back. “But you live in Harrison. That’s, like seventy miles from Maplewood.”

“But I go to see my Aunt Gail and cousin Albert a lot. And they live in Maplewood.” She hesitated. “Can I come and visit you then? And maybe you can show me around Maplewood?”

“Uh, sure,” I hesitated, then made up my mind. I managed a smile for her. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“I gotta go now, Evan. I have to pack up to get ready to go home.” She squeezed my hand.

I leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek. “Holly, you’ve been the one nice part of my time here at this camp. I can’t wait to see you again.”

As she turned to go, I saw Mrs. Maitland emerging out of the dining room and heading toward me. “Evan!” she called.

I waited for her, to see what she had to say.

She came up to me. “I, ah, hope that you can try to forget about the things that happened to you yesterday in the woods,” she started.

“You mean when you and all the girls had me up on that cross all naked? And when you made me ejaculate in front of everyone?”

Mrs. Maitland reddened a bit. “Ah, yes, that’s what I was referring to.”

“How about when Robin made me hike in just my underpants? And how about my “rescue” down at the beach?”

Mrs. Maitland stared.

I took a breath. “And how about when you came into my cabin at night, and unbuttoned my pajamas and took pictures of my private parts? And sent the pictures to all the girls in the camp?”

Mrs. Maitland turned pale. “Evan? Are you accusing me of that?”

I was getting brave now. “I can imagine what my Mom and Dad will say about this camp when they hear about all this.”

I stopped. Mrs. Maitland was clearly about to say something. Her face got very serious.

“Evan, you know that some of those pictures were taken by your sister Erika.”

“So?”

“Well, when Erika gets home, what do you think she’s going to do with all those pictures? And the video?”

I had to pause.

“She’s probably going to show them to all your friends at school, right, Evan?. Now, do you really want to be embarrassed like that?”

It was my turn to turn pale. If some of the girls in my class saw those pictures of me naked, being pawed and fondled, I’d die of embarrassment.

Mrs. Maitland went on, “I know I can get Erika to refrain from showing those pictures to anyone. Possibly even getting rid of them eventually.” She paused. “Would you like me to do that for you, Evan?”

I nodded. I couldn’t believe it. I was being blackmailed. But what else could I do?

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “I guess so.”

“All right then. I’ll talk to Erika. But remember—not a word from you about this week. Understand?”

I nodded. Yup, I got the message all right.

Just then, Robin came up to Mrs. Maitland, with a slip of paper in her hand.

“Mrs. Maitland, I have a lady on the phone now. A Mrs. Simons.”

Mrs. Maitland nodded. “Yes, Becky Simons’ mother. Becky is coming to camp with us next week.” She paused. “What does Mrs. Simons want?”

“She says that Becky’s brother Ryan has no place to go next week. She wonders if we could take Ryan here at camp Guna-Gitchee. She says that if we can’t she understands.”

Mrs. Maitland grinned slightly as she turned to go back to the cabin with Robin. I heard her say, “Sure, we can take Ryan. We’ll be glad to have him. We can put him in Cabin Eleven, just like we did with Evan.”

“So should I tell her?" Robin asked.

“Sure,” Mrs. Maitland walked off with Robin. “Better yet, I’ll tell her myself.”

I thought, Ryan, look out! You’re in for an embarrassing week!

I turned and went back into the cabin and started packing my things.

[Jeepman89]

Poor Ryan! LOL

[NickTwisp]

What is really interesting about today's chapter is that it introduces a dose of reality into the story. Mrs. Maitland is clearly worried about what Evan could say to his parents. Evan could actually call her bluff on disseminating those lewd images.

[Datom]

What is really interesting about today's chapter is that it introduces a dose of reality into the story. Mrs. Maitland is clearly worried about what Evan could say to his parents. Evan could actually call her bluff on disseminating those lewd images.

You make an excellent point, NickTwisp. He could. On the other hand, if she can blackmail him thru Erika (who's just enough of an imp to go for it), maybe he can be kept quiet.

Meanwhile, it sounds like Mrs. M is already making plans for the following week.

This was a hard ending to write! I didn't know how to get him out of that camp gracefully!

Thanks for reading!

[Datom]

Poor Ryan! LOL

[Lola]

I love that Holly told Miss Maitland what was happening! She did something bad without meaning it. This is awesome.

Will we know what would it be of Ryan?