Mistake of a Lifetime

[HitchingARide]

We were near the end of our two-week long camping trip at one of the big Boy Scout camps in the state. There were easily 50 other troops here. And not far from our assigned site was about 12 Girl Scout troops.
It was Round Table time, so all the adult leaders were gathered together in the big lodge. The scouts were left under the command of the Senior and Patrol leaders. In other words, it was total chaos, every scout for himself.
I was in my tent with Stoner, AKA, Tony Stone. We were both fourteen and immune from the goings on outside the tent. Until five younger boys entered, sneering and laughing. Their plan was to pants the two of us. I didn’t care much, except that it was younger boys.
But I began to care when Stoner decided to help them rather than get pantsed himself. I tried to stop them, but with six boys against me, it was hopeless. For struggling so much, Stoner recommended that they strip me completely.
The younger boys were not going to let the opportunity slip by. With Stoner holding me, my shirt, shoes, and socks were removed, and the younger boys ran out of the tent with all of my clothes.
Well, not all, my pack was right there. But I pulled forward and bent my right leg at the knee and managed to kick Stoner in the balls. He let go, and I ran out to catch up with the kids who had my clothes.
They hadn’t gotten far, mostly because a new target had crossed their path. While the one who held my clothes stood watching, a new scout was being stripped. I grabbed the boy who had my clothes.
“How about now we do something special with you,” I shouted, drawing everyone’s attention. “Strip naked, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back. And just so everyone knows it happened, I’ll find a blue marker and draw a line on your dick.”
That got me several boys who were willing to help, but suddenly they all froze.
“That’s an excellent idea, Pepper. Except it is you who is going to find out how that plays out.”
I didn’t need to turn; I knew the voice. Vic Torres, our vaunted Senior Patrol Leader. And I then paid more attention to who I was holding. Of all the kids in the troop, it was Jack Torres. And everyone knew that the only one who picked on Jack was his older brother.
All Vic needed to do was to point and suddenly the entire troop was willing to do his bidding. I was already naked, but someone had the bright idea that instead of just tying my hands behind my back, tying them behind a tree would be much better. Did I mention that our camp site was separated by a very short distance from a girl’s camp?
A few boys ran to the girl’s camp just in case they weren’t already aware that a just turned fourteen-year-old boy was about to be tied naked to a tree facing their camp. I was soon face-to-face with all 12 members of the Girl Scout Troop from the same town my scout troop was from. Which meant that 7 of the girls were in the same grade as me. Another was Stoner’s younger sister, who lived next door to me. With her was my own sister, Angie. Angie would soon be starting her first year at middle school when school started in three weeks.
While I pulled with all my might to free myself, the girls looked on. Their eyes were filled with wonder and joy at seeing a teen boy completely naked. And minutes later, it got slightly worse.
Vic Torres returned with a blue permanent marker and asked if anyone wanted to use it to mark my penis. He didn’t even call it a dick, he said penis. And Stoner’s sister, Gail, was the first one to step forward and take the offered marker.
With my entire troop and the girls all watching, she grabbed my dick, which by then was totally erect.
“Oh, it feels different than I expected,” she announced. “It is hard underneath, but the skin slides easily.” While it was something the girls probably didn’t know, it wasn’t news to me. Sliding the skin up and down the stiff staff was how boys pleasured themselves. Normally, to have a girl giving me a hand job might be desirable. But to have it happen while my sister, a bunch of other girls, and my entire boy scout troop watching was not what I wanted.
But before I could become too excited, she stopped sliding her hand up and down and held on to the tip with her left hand while using her right hand to make a deep blue line down the entire length.
“He wanted to do that to me,” I heard Jack complaining to his brother. “Can I suggest a punishment?”
“Sure, what do you have in mind,” Vic responded.
Jack stepped next to me and looked to the girls. “He’d look a lot more interesting without all that hair.” His right hand pointed to my crotch.
With a loud cheer, several of the girls ran off. I dreaded what was likely to happen when they returned. I didn’t have long to wait.
I was sure that only three or four of the girls had left, but almost a dozen returned, which meant that other girls from different troops had been informed of my status. The girls from my sister’s troop had several different things. One had a spray bottle. Another had scissors, and two had some electric razors. They got to work, first trimming all my pubic hair to nubs, and then using the razors to remove that. Followed by use of the spray bottle. Then someone suggested they do the job completely.
My legs and armpits were quickly treated the same way. In less than 15 minutes, I now looked several years younger. Everyone was having a wonderful time, except me of course. The only good thing was that Vic and one of the older girls were working to ensure that no pictures of me were taken.
More girls, and not surprising, more boys from other troops arrived to gawk and laugh at me. My sister, and Stoner and his sister, mostly hung close by. I even yelled at Stoner for not helping me. But he said Vic had told the troop that anyone who helped me would end up worse.
“He can’t do anything worse,” I argued. “Once the Adult leaders are done with the Round Table, nothing like this can happen.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not willing to take the chance,” was all he had to say on the subject. “You told me once that you felt free when you were naked, so enjoy the feeling.”
It was true, I had said that. Back when we were nine.
After an hour or a bit longer, I was finally freed as they expected the adult leaders to be back soon. I rushed to my tent, needing to jack off and not caring if anyone followed. Nobody did, though I suspect that if they had known what I was doing many might have tried to enter and watch.
After camp, I tried every soap product I could find in the house to wash the blue strip off my dick, but nothing worked.
And maybe I was wrong about if Stony would have suffered a fate worse than, or at least, similar to mine. For just before school started, girls who were not in scouts had heard about my showing and made it plain that it wasn’t fair. For two hours, I was again totally naked, with my arms tied to branches above my head. Twenty-eight girls, most my age but one no more than eleven and a couple who were a year older, came to visit me. Some of them were scouts but enjoying the second show just as much as the first one. And, not just girls. Boys, especially younger ones, really enjoyed seeing me hairless and naked.
It happened again the weekend before school was to start. A larger crowd that day. I was pretty sure that at least three-quarters of all the girls who would be in my grade were there. Again, my sister and Gail, Stoner’s sister, came. And dozens of boys.
I don’t know what ended it. Maybe an adult got wind of it. Or someone like Vic Torres started threatening people who picked on me. All I know is that on my first day of ninth grade, when pranks that sometimes involved ninth-grade boys being pantsed, were common, nothing was done to me. And future boy scout camps no longer stripped any except the new scouts, who knew it was going to happen, but that only other boys would see them.

[Jeepman89]

I really enjoyed this. many thanks.

[TeenFan]

When I was in scouting everyone was too well behaved.
I would have enjoyed seeing other scouts tied up, but would have hated being the one tied up.
When I went back into scouting during my early twenties...they could have pantsed me or tied me up and I'd have been okay with it.

No girls around when I was camping with scouts, but it was a long time ago.