("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: happcamp.txt (mm+, gang-rp, v) Authors name: Mark E. Dassad (no address) Story title : HAPPY CAMPERS ------------------------------------------------------ (C) 1992 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and re- distributed un-edited and un-altered in electronic form with this notice intact. The author reserves the right to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. ------------------------------------------------------ Happy Campers by Mark E. Dassad +++++++ "It's not about violence, it's not about sex. It's about violent sex." ++++++++ "Hey squirt!" Hushed voices, nasty giggling. Nervous. A dirty pair of boys jockeys quickly stuffed into his mouth. gig- gling. Desperate hisses to each other to shut up, quit laughing. Strong hands grab at his arms, flip the ter- rified, struggling boy over, expertly lash his hands tightly behind his back, as two other pairs of hands succeed in holding his legs still as his ankles are bound securely together, a roll of tape is wound around his head securing the gag in his mouth. "Shit!" someone whispers. "how's he gonna blow us?" More giggles, he can hear punching, scuffling, gig- gling, desperate whispers again to shut up. His heart races he thinks he can hear it pounding in his ears. He tries to scream, feels his chest vibrate with the effort but only a muffled cottony "mff" escapes. "what're you buttheads doing?" Randy, one of his bunkmates is awake. A baseball nut, a jock. He hates him. He hates them all. It's mutual. "You wanna take his place?" one of the abductors whispers menacingly. "Nah I wanna _watch_," Randy hisses back. "shut up or you're next, asshole." He is lifted by his shoulders and ankles and dragged twisting from the tent, wearing only the undershorts and camp t-shirt he was sleeping in. Staring up into the night, eyes wide with terror, he blanches at the sight of the smiling faces of three older boys from the Senior group. Rod, Tom, Spike. Fresh-Air Fund kids from the city, they carry switch-blades and scared the piss out his upper-middle-class sensibil- ities. They drag him higher into the woods, crashing through underbrush, swearing and grunting. When they decide they are far enough away from the camp that they won't be detected they dump him unceremoniously on the ground. Pine needles press through his underwear and he struggles futilely to roll over and away from the needles pricking his genitals. He listens to his captors talking quietly, they sound excited, he can't see them from where he is lying and he can't connect names or faces to the voices. "Shit I wish we could get some beers," one of them says. "Speed man, I really could use some speed." "Pussy!" the third one blurts out, and they all laugh. One of them nudges him with a heavy booted foot, and they squat down next to his bound form and roll him onto his back so his arms are cramped beneath him, digging into his spine. A small flashlight shines in his face so he is blinded; he sees the glint of metal, assumes it's a blade. He's already wet himself in terror, and only moans pitifully as he feels a hand grab at his crotch. "Fucker pissed himself!" the crotch-grabber laughs, wipes his hand off on the boy's leg. One of them leans into his face, holding a blade close to his nose. Spike? Rod? "I'm gonna take this gag offa you but if you scream I swear it I'll cut yer dick off I mean it." A thumb and forefinger close around the head of his penis, and twist, hard, for emphasis. He arches his back and tries to scream. "Fuck the little faggot really did piss himself!" He feels a hand underneath his jockeys, hears a tearing sound; his underwear is yanked from his body, used to wipe up where he peed himself. Realizing he's lying bound and naked on a prickly bed of pine needs, strug- gling fiercely, he finally manages to not cry. The boys talk in low tones around his head; he is incapable of anticipating what they are planning, they don't teach this sort of thing in seventh grade health class, and even as the tape is torn from around his head, the dirty jockeys drawn from his mouth, and the leader -- Tom? -- lowers his jeans and underwear and kneels straddling his shoulders, he is surprised, shocked, _dumb-founded_, when a soft fleshy penis is pressed against his tightly closed mouth. "Blow me!" He cannot make his jaw un-clench, it is too disgusting. A white hot pain jumps across his groin; one of the others has picked up a thin supple branch and whipped it across his crotch, lashing the head of his prick. He opens his mouth to scream and the swelling cock pressing at his lips is stuffed into his mouth; hands are clutching at the sides of his head, he chokes and gags and tries to scream, afraid he is being smothered, strangled, by the penis thrusting in his face. "Bite me and I'll cut off your dick and make you eat it," the boy pistoning in his face whispers menacingly. He is sure the threat is serious; he opens his mouth and lets the boy use him. The penis slides wetly in his mouth, he can feel it growing. He feels the weight of his attacker sliding back and forth along his chest as the penis slides back and forth between his teeth. He tries to catch the rhythm, to breathe, so he won't panic, but there is no rhythm, instinct wins and he twists franticly, only distantly aware of cruel, excited laughter. "Make him do you good!" one of the others whispers. "Fuck his face. Do it!" He is surprised when the penis is withdrawn; he knows about jerking off, and he felt the first wet pre-cum at the back of his throat; he was waiting for the horrible moment when the boy -- Rod? -- would come in his mouth. The boy gets up off his chest: he is pulled to his feet, dragged a short distance, pushed to his knees, bent face first over a large available log. He whimpers miserably, terrified of what he does not understand, his naked groin hurts pressed into the rough bark of the log. More excited whispers. Hands brushing pine needles from his naked butt. "Smooth like a fucking girl's." "Tighter than pussy, you remember the little nigger we did last Summer?" "Still wish it was pussy." Hands pry his buttocks apart. He hears a loud spitting noise, something presses at his sphincter. He begs, pleads. "What are you doing??" "Don't..." "Please..." "Stop!" "Shut him up!" The one pressing at his ass orders the others. The pressure at his opening is becoming un- bearable, he tries to lean forward and away from the sensation, but only succeeds in scraping his vulnerable genitals against the rough bark. Terrible pain! His muscle dilates against its will and his attacker's stiff penis pushes into him. A high-pitched shriek escapes his lungs, echoing about the darkness until the wet urine-soaked remains of his underwear are stuffed into his mouth. He does not notice the foul rag in his mouth, his mind is reeling, his entire existence is focused on the thing that is stretching his asshole. He is sure it will kill him, the fire inside him is unbearable, he wishes he would faint but instead he feels the penis pushing deeper into him, stretching him open, pressing him into the log until at last it seems it can go no deeper and his mind leaps as it is withdrawn, thankful the ordeal is finished... but just as the monster in his ass is about to exit it slams back in, harder and deeper; he shrieks, but only a muffled groan escapes the filthy rag and the specta- tors giggle. "Sounds like the faggot likes it." His body slams back and forth as the monster stretches him open, his groin slams into the log again and again he has lost all sense of time as his rapist continues to use him. Amid the fiery pain, he feels an un- familiar wetness spreading deep inside his colon, and at last the penis bludgeoning his rectum is withdrawn. He sags in relief against the log; jerks hysterically, his mind cries out in disbelief as the second abductor -- Spike? Rod?? -- clutches his buttocks and drives a stiff, hard penis deep into his freshly raped ass. He is sobbing behind the filthy rag in his mouth, he hears the one who initiated him talking softly to the third boy as he feels his rectum stretch and pull trying to accommodate the penis filling him. "The little rich bastards are always the best." "Yeah. Soft and pink." A limp penis appears in front of his nose; strong hands are gripping his shoulders, fucking him harder than the first one; he feels the penis driving deeper, splitting him wider and he can only twist and grunt in terror. "Clean it off asshole." A hand pulls his head up and he looks into the grinning face of the boy who took his cherry. He grimaces in agony each time the cock pounding into him hits bottom, and he sees the boy smile. "You like that huh?" He sees a knife out of the corner of his eye. "You wanna be our girlfriend this Summer?" The rag is pulled from his mouth and replaced with a soft wet penis. It tastes of shit and blood and salty semen and he gags and tries to pull his head away, but hands clasp his hair, force him to keep the cock in his mouth, he feels it at the back of his throat, he feels the penis still working in his ass, the two slam into him from either end, off sync, wildly. Somewhere faraway he feels a wetness spreading inside him, and the second penis is withdrawn from his ass while the one in his face continues to slide wetly in his mouth. He knows now to expect a third penis at his backside and he is not disappointed. This boy is shorter and wilder. He feels the numbing pain of a fat cock stab into him as the penis in his mouth slowly hardens. The boy in his ass is clutching him tightly, slamming into him in especially hard, short staccato bursts he feels the boy's hips slam into his ass and he wails around the cock in his mouth. He hears laughter; tears rise in his eyes, he cannot help it anymore, the pain is more than _anyone_ could bear, and he sobs around the cock sliding against the back of his throat, tears rolling down his cheeks small shrill cries escape him each time the boy riding him slams up into his rectum and picks his hips up off the log for a moment supported only by the dick pressing into his ass. Strong muscular hands reach around to pull and scratch at his nipples; the cock in his mouth is getting harder; each time he tries to scream at the sharp bursts of pain exploding inside his ass the cock in his mouth slides down the back of his throat and he panics twisting and struggling against his bonds and the strong hands that clutch at his body, an instinctive response to having his air-passage blocked that he cannot control. At last the penis brutalizing his ass is removed; he does not feel the streamers of semen that spray the back of his t-shirt, he is only aware of the penis sliding back and forth in his mouth. "Twice in one night man!" the two boys watching seem impressed with their friend's ability to get it up. The cock is sliding at the back of his throat the shit taste long forgotten, drooled out onto the ground. A slimy salty wetness pulses at the back of his throat, he gags and spits cum onto the ground at the feet of the boy in front of him; semen splashes into his face and he whimpers pathetically. He feels a set of hands at his back and panics; afraid one of the other boys is ready for another turn in his ass. A face appears in front of him as the ropes binding his hands and feet are removed. Hands clutch at his exposed buttocks, squeeze his genitals. The face in front of him speaks softly, menacingly. Rod! "If you tell anybody about this you won't live long enough to testify." He hears a voice whisper near his left ear, he can feel the warm breath on the side of his face. "Besides, why would you tell anyone you were a faggot and fucked a bunch of older guys from the senior group?" He feels his buttocks squeezed and pulled, slapped and tickled. Something large, hard and smooth, is pressed up into his ass. "see you tomorrow night, _sweetie_" He lies, crying and exhausted, still bent over the log, their semen drips from his tortured asshole as he listens to their laughter receding back towards the camp, feeling the object they've shoved inside him filling his rectum. Slowly, untwisting his cramped arms, moving to push himself up onto his feet. Collapsing to his knees as he realizes what has happened to him. Raped. Fucked. Used, like a _girl_. Like a whore. A FAGGOT. He _is_ a faggot. That's why they've chosen him instead of of of...of Randy, they could've fucked Randy but they chose him because he's a wimp, a sissy, a FAGGOT. He lays for an eternity, curled fetally on the pine carpet, feeling the thing in his ass, listening to the crickets, the quiet night sounds. When he figures it is only a few hours before dawn, he rolls to a squatting position and painfully works the muscles of his rectum to expel the thing buried inside him. He stares at it, a large smooth rock, a streak of shit covering it. Picking it up, carefully, with his ruined underwear, rubbing it clean he palms it. He notices they've left behind the briefs they gagged him with, they will do as clothing. He pulls them on; three sizes too big he holds them up with one hand, clutching his souvenir he creeps back to camp, slinks into his bunk, crawls into his cot, hiding his cum- streaked t-shirt inside his pillow-case. Randy stirs as he enters. "Hey Spaz" He freezes in his cot. "We all want blow jobs or we're gonna tell the whole camp what you were doing." The other two members of his bunk are leaning on their elbows in their cots, staring at him. He freezes as Randy approaches his cot and holds his dick in his hand in front of his face. "Well?" He closes his eyes and opens his mouth as his bunk- mates line up for their turn, giggling and pulling at their small hard pricks. ***** not the end **** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 9