CAMP CAPERS -- PART TWO
I found that watching Carson, held tightly by Pickett and Darmish as he squirmed and wiggled at every cut of the switch was very exciting. Pickett had just finished giving Carson's butt four nicely placed cuts with our homemade switch. Carson now suddenly began to struggle violently against the grip Pickett and Damish had on his arms and legs. Wills immediately reached down and helped hold Carson by pinning his shoulders. He reached down and pressed hard against the thick brown hair of Carson's armpits, forcing his shoulders down against the floor. Both Billy and I watched the other three get Carson under control and immobile.
"Don't try anything like that again," I said as Carson finally stopped his useless struggling. "Understand?" I looked at Carson's thick, curly pubic hair. I was thick around his _c_o_c_k_ thining out quickly as it reached all the way up to his navel. Behind his scrotum the hair grew back toward his asshole but thinned out leaving the area around Carson's anus completely hairless. His butt cheeks had no hair at all.
I reached down with my left hand and grabbed as much of Carson's pubic hair as I couldIt felt wiry, almost like steel wool. I enclosed his balls in my right hand. I pulled his hair between my fingers and simultaneously tightened my grip on his balls. Carson winced in pain, closing his eyes tightly. I continued to alternately tug his thick pubic hair with my left hand and tighten my grip of his balls with the other. I fought a temptation to extend a finger back to his asshole. I wanted to see what it felt like; it looked so small and tight.
"Don't try anything like that again," I repeated watching Carson's discomfort. Billy must have read my mind. He picked up the switch and motioned for me to tke my hands away from Carson's crotch.
Darmish now leaned forward to get a better view of Carson's ass. "Anybody bring back a banana from supper tonight," he asked, looking around. Nobody said a word but there were a couple of muffled chuckles from a couple of the first years, guessing what Darmish wanted to do. "Too bad," Darmish said looking at Billy, then me with a smile. "'Cause if I had a banana, Carson, I shove it up your little stinking _s_h_i_t_-hole." Darmish poked a finger at Carson's anus as he said this.
"You wouldn't," Wineberg said in disbelief, but fearing that Darmish very well would.
"The hell he wouldn't," I said coming to the defense of Darmish. "And so would I and so would a lot of us." I looked a Billy.
"C'mon, somebody's got to have a banana," Billy said excited by the idea and probably wishing he's thought of it. "Mason, you're all the time bringing stuff back to eat. Got a big banana?"
"Nope. But I kind-a wish I did," Mason, another second year guy, said. "Never seen anybody _s_h_i_t_ a banana." He laughed.
Billy gently shoved Darmish away from Carson'r butt end. "I never told you this before, Carson, but I really dislike you. In fact, I don't know anyone who likes you -- even your own Hawks. You're an arrogant, conceited A-number-one ass...hole!" Billy jabbed the end of the switch against Carson's anus punctuating the words 'ass' and 'hole'. "I had you figured-out the first week of camp last summer, you ass...hole." He pressed the blunt end of the switch hard against Carson' anus again. "I just wanted you to know." Billy gave Carson's asshole a final jab. He then turned the switch around and lightly traced around Carson's anus with the very tip.
"Just so you'll know," Billy said to Carson, "this will be my target." Billy looked up at Pickett, Wills and Darmish. "Hold him good, guys." With that Billy brought the switch back slowly and then quickly forward. Whack! Carson recoild in pain. Although I couldn't tell for sure, it appeared that Billy had manage to hit his target, the tip of the switch landing squarely on Carson's tight, little anus. "Bingo," Billy said, as the newly formed red mark crossed Carson's right cheek and appeared to stop right at his anus.
"Good shot, Billy," Darmish said. There were now definite tears in Carson's eyes, whether from the stings of the switching and ball squeezing or from the severe humiliation he was being made to undergo, I couldn't tell -- perhaps a combination of the two.
Billy handed me the switch. "Hold this. I know I got three more coming but I want to do something else." Everyone looked intently at Billy. wondering what new torment he had in mind for Carson. Billy extended the forefinger of his right hand and put it in his mouth, pursing his lips around it as though sucking it. I immediately guessed what was on Billy's sadistic mind. Billy slowly pulled his finger out of his mouth. It was wet with his own spit.
"Oh, _s_h_i_t_," Darmish said. "You're not going to do what I think you're going to do."
"Just watch," Billy said and reached forward placing his finger against Carson's anus.
"You're crazy, Darmish said.
"You can say that again," Pickett agreed.
"Just do your job and hold him," Billy said as he slowly pushed his finger against Carson's anus. Carson tried to thrash about as much as he could and tried to protest through his gag but only muffled gibberish came out. "You had better just relax, Carson." Billy said. Every eye was on Billy's finger as he slowly shoved it up into Carson's buut hole. Billy pushed his finger further and further up inside Carson. Soon it was buried as far as he could push it. Billy sadistically twisted his hand and finger back and forth and jabbed hard at Carson's invaded hole several times.
"Do it, Billy, do it!" Pickett urged Billy on. I felt my erection pressing harder and harder against my leg. Watching Billy slowly turn his finger back and forth in Carson's ass hole was very exciting to me I slowly realized.
Billy slowly pulled his finger free. It was covered with a _s_h_i_t_-brown gook. Billy held it up for all to see. "Like you said Pickett, he's full of _s_h_i_t_. But we knew that already, didn't we." Billy slowly brought his dirty finger towards Carson's face. Again, I knew what was on Billy's mind. So did Carson. He began turning his head back and forth violently. Whether Carson was jesturing a "no" or merely trying to present Billy with a moving target, I don't know. But Carson knew what was coming.
"Hold his head still," I said. Darmish scooted forward and locked Carson's head between his knees and upper legs.
"Do it, Billy." Pickett said again.
And Billy did do it. He lifted the underwear away from Carson's nose with his free hand and slowly wiped his _s_h_i_t_-covered finger across Carson's upper lip. One wipe to clean the bottom of his finger, another wipe for the top. He then took a corner of Carson's underpants and wiped his finger as clean as he could.
"There, Carson," Billy said with satisfaction. "Something to smell while I give you my other three...and something to show your fellow Hawks when you get back." Carson could do nothing.
"Get me some pillows," Billy said over his shoulder. Two or three of the first years scrambled to retrieve pillows from beds. "Three or four." Billy added. There were soon several pillows on the floor next to Carson. "Stack them," Billy said as he motioned for me to hand him the switch. The pillows wer soon stacked. "Okay," Billy said, "Roll him over, pillows under him with his butt up in the air." I joined Pickett and Darmish in forcing Carson onto the pillows, belly down. He put up a mild struggle, perhaps just for show since he certainly knew by now that with Pickett, Darmish and myself holding him he had little choice but to do as we wanted. Billy put the finishing touches on Carson's position.
Carson now lay face down and naked below the waist with a stack of pillows under his middle causing his butt to be elevated well above the level of his head and legs. His own underpants were still stuffed in his mouth. Darmish was at his side, shoulder level, and held Carson's hands behind his back with one hand and gripped the back of his neck with the other. Pickett was at his feet holding both legs immobile. I was squatting next to Pickett. Billy re-checked Carson's underwear and gave them an extra poke to force them firmly in his opened mouth. "If he starts to yell too loud, put a pillow over his head," Billy said to Wineberg and another first year. Wills, another second year boy who had been pretty much silent up 'til now spoke up. "I'll take my two now."
"Okay," Billy said handing Wills the switch. "But everyone remember, I still have three." Carson's butt gleamed in the light of the lantern. Several bright red marks criss-crossed his white skin. Wills got down on his knees on Carson's right side. He leaned forward so Carson could see who was talking. "You pretty much get what you deserve around here, Carson. You've had this coming for a long time."
With that Wills brought the switch down across Carson's ass. Unlike the position with Carson on his back, the switch could now be raised high up in the air and brought straight down with lots of speed and force. Wills did this and we all could hear the "swish" sound of the switch cutting through the air just before the Crack! sound of it landing on bare butt flesh. Carson briddled and attempted to kick his legs free. He let out his loudest yell of the evening, but still effectively muffled by his underwear gag. "Ahhhrrrhhhh!"
"Go ahead," Wills said, "squirm all you want; you ain't going nowhere." The mark from Fullers first blow quickly formed. It was bright red and crossed his butt from side to side.
"Maybe not quite so had," I said to Wills.
"Yeah, we want to switch him, not kill him," said Billy. "Don't worry, even a light switch hurts him now that we've warmed his butt for him." Wills raised the switch high again but brought it down relatively lightly and on Carson's upper legs. Carson twisted about as the pain on his legs registered. Wills handed the switch back to Billy.
"Pull his legs apart," Billy said. "I want these three to really hurt. With that Billy landed three quick switches to Carson's ass. the last two landing low on his butt and on the tender sensitive skin of his inner buttocks and upper thighs. Carson squirmed violently and Pickett and Darmish had all they could handle keeping Carson pinned securely. Billy let the switch fall to the floor. Nobody said anything for a minute or so. We all watched as Carson lay there breathing heavily, sweat covering his face, butt and upper legs covered with bright marks.
"Anyone else," I asked and look slowly around the room. Some shook there head "no" others just said nothing. Finally, I motioned to Wineberg. "Get me a felt-tipped pen. A laundry pen will be perfect." I said. Wineberg soon returned with one and handed it to me. I took the top off. "I don't know about the rest of you," I said holding the pen up, "but I'm going to give Carson my autograph -- just so he can remember this night for a few hours anyway.
With that I reached over and wrote a big "J. A." on Carson's right butt cheek. There was general approval for my idea and as I held the pen up, Billy took it from me and ceremoniously leaned over toward Carson's bottom.
"Somebody pull his butt open." Billy said. Darmish and Pickett had there hands full holding Carson still so I reached forward and gently pulled Carson's butt cheeks wide apart. Billy leaned forward and drew a circle around Carson's asshole with the pen then filled the circle in with ink. He then drew a line from the "target" out across Carson's left cheek and wrote a large "Billy W." "Anybody else? Who's next," Billy said.
"Hey you guys," Wineberg said, "if the counselors see this they'll know who did it."
"Sure, Wineberg," I said. "Like he's going to walk over to the counselors' cabin and pull his pants down and show them!"
"Put a "S. T." there for me," Pickett said and Billy wrote Pickett's initials next to mine.
"Mine to," Wills said.
"Here," Billy handed Wills the pen. "Do it yourself." Wills slowly added his initials to Carson's butt in large block letters.
"Anyone else?" I asked. Nobody volunteered. "Okay, that's plenty anyway."
"I don't suppose anyone will see these," Billy said, standing up, "but we'll know they're there. I imagine you're sorry you ever tried to steal our flag aren't you Carson?" Carson said nothing. "Okay, let him go," Billy said.
Darmish and Pickett quickly released Carson who immediately pulled his underpants out of his mouth as he got to his feet. There was some chuckling as he stood there naked from waist down, butt covered with red switch marks and black ink initials and Billy's line disappearing down inbetween his buttocks. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his underpants then the snot from his nose and the _s_h_i_t_ smear from his upper lip.
As we all watched, Carson quickly stepped into his underwear. I found and handed him his jeans which he put on quickly. Then he sat on the edge of one of the beds and pulled his sneakers on and tied them. Nobody said a word as all of this was happening. Carson walked to the cabin door and turned. In an attempt to salvage some degree of his pride his loked around the room and said: "You're all assholes." He left quickly. Not that anyone would have stopped him. He had paid a high price.
I went to sleep that night with a tremendous hard-on.