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jamiep · « **Reply #21 on:** October 20, 2007, 09:48:39 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 22

I was on my knees before Joel. He had dropped his pants and underwear revealing his massive tool. He began stroking himself just to get it started. Poor little Stevie was behind me struggling to free himself from one of our captors. Another of Joel’s cohorts stood behind me getting ready to help me give Joel a real sissy blow job.

I fully knew what was expected of me at this point and knew I had very few options. I never, never before even dreamed of having anyone’s dic-k in my mouth. And so here was Joel, laughing a little and fully expecting me to willingly take his member into my mouth. I am supposed to lick, slobber and suc-k until he shot a full load and swallow it all down. And everyone in the place knew it.

“Now, sissy boy,” Joel said quietly, “take my dic-k like a good little sissy should.”

I looked up at him with a hate I had never felt before. He was threatening Stevie and expecting me to submit to his will. It was now or never. There was no way I was going to let him or anyone else harm Stevie. I tensed my arm, bit my lip, opened my mouth a little, and as Joel and his buddy laughed in anticipation of my sissy defeat, I elbowed back and into his buddy’s groin catching him square in his scrotum. As he doubled over in pain, I swung forward catching Joel in a similar place before he could protect himself.

Both of these guys were now on the floor writhing in pain. I guess Stevie caught on quick because as I turned to help him, Joel’s last buddy screamed in pain as Stevie bit hard the hand covering his mouth. Letting go of Stevie was his first mistake. Underestimating how swiftly Stevie can kick was his second mistake. But not covering his balls was his last mistake as Stevie kicked and kicked hard catching the guy flush in the groin.

I looked back at Joel who was starting to recover and get to his feet. He was screaming something about kicking the shit out of me, now I was in for it, I’ll get you and stuff like that. Stevie and I realized we didn’t have much time, so we quickly ran to the door, unlocked it and ran outside.

We hadn’t gotten very far when Joel caught up and tackled me to the ground. One of his buddies, still staggering a little, caught Stevie. As he tried to muffle Stevie, I could hear both of them shouting in pain as a fight for survival was ongoing. Joel was pummeling my head and neck while I tried to cover my face as I lay on my stomach. Soon, his other buddy joined in and although he was also in pain, was able to kick me a few times.

“COOL!” I suddenly heard Stevie shout.

Joel stopped his pounding of my back long enough to turn to see why Stevie shouted. Then I felt Joel fly off of my back as someone or something hit him hard. I heard a definite cry of pain from Joel. Free from my tormentor, I was now able to turn and see what was going on and what met my eyes was just too scary to be true.

Three large eighth grade boys surrounded a petite girl named Sandy. Fearing for her safety, I was about to leap to her rescue when as fast as her legs and arms could fly, the three bozos lay on the ground. As fast as they got up, each of them in turn were smacked back down. Almost as soon as the fight began, it was over. Three tough guys lay flat after being bested by a girl half their size. It was like watching a small female version of Steven Segal kicking the crap out of the bad guys.

“Are you all right?” she asked me finally making her way over to me.

“Never better, I replied as we hugged. “Stevie?”

“That was the coolest thing ever,” he cried as he jumped up and down hugging Sandy.

Joel and his buddies staggered to their feet and after a menacing look our way, they thought better of it and fled. Sandy explained she was a black belt in karate. She had been taking lessons since she was about five years old and this was the first time she had a real opportunity to use it. She also said she never even thought about what she was doing since it looked like time was short. But now, she was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

I was sitting on the ground shaking as well. I had almost been forced to perform oral sex on the biggest bully in my school. With some quick thinking and some luck, we had escaped. And I had also found out my newest and bestest friend was a black belt in karate. How lucky could I get? But I also wondered how long my luck would hold out.

The guys who attacked us hadn’t been caught and we all thought no one would believe us. Maybe it was our fear speaking louder than our senses, but bullies have a tendency to not just get mad - they just got even - or worse. If we told on them and they were caught, maybe they would get punished. But if they weren’t punished or no one could prove what they tried to do to my brother and me, they might do worse to us if they found us alone again.

There was a brief argument and I convinced Sandy and my brother to say nothing. I was probably more fearful of Joel and his buddies taking it out on those I knew than I was of him getting even with me. I guess I was just trying like hell to protect my family and friends.

As I sat on the ground, my fear suddenly got the better of me. I soon realized I was wetting my diapers uncontrollably and still shaking. As I finished, I stood up, grabbed my brother and took Sandy’s hand and the three of us went back to the campsite. As we walked, I was sure someone was watching us.

We got back to the campsite explaining our delay was due to a crowd in the bathrooms. I also asked my mother to change my diaper once again. She readily agreed and soon Sandy, my brother and I were sitting in our folding chairs watching the stars come out, but no one was really paying attention. We were all strangely quiet and I could only attribute it to the events of the evening.

It was quite some time before any of us said anything. During that time, I thought of nothing but Joel’s dic-k in my mouth. Each time that disgusting image popped in my head, I shuddered. When our parents finally told us it was time for bed, I finally noticed my diaper was soaked again. This was not as disturbing as the nightmare images of Joel and his cohorts, but my not noticing wetting them was just a bit unnerving.

For some reason, I looked out into the darkness and thought I made out the shadows of three figures about a hundred yards in the distance. These three figures did not move and also looked as if they were watching our camp. I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck standing on end and I curled up into a ball in the chair. I watched them for a while saying nothing to anyone else. The figures moved back and forth like they were pacing or waiting for something. But I was convinced there were three of them and thought I knew who they must be.

We all readied for bed and Mom allowed me to wear my own jammies. I was, however, diapered for the night - for my own good, as Mom put it. As I made my way to the tent, I looked one more time in the direction of the three figures, but saw nothing. They were gone.

This was going to be a long night.

jamiep · « **Reply #22 on:** October 21, 2007, 07:48:30 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 23

I barely slept all night. Every time I would almost fall asleep, I would hear a rustle outside the tent and would be jolted upright and wide awake. I was convinced someone was outside the tent waiting for an opportune moment. From time to time, I thought I would hear a voice whispering, but I could never make out what was being said. I tried to tell myself it was all my imagination, but it all seemed so real.

I watched the hours crawl by on my watch. Every once in a while, after another sound, I would check my watch and about only ten or fifteen minutes passed. The night inched on in the darkness. I think it was about three in the morning that I felt myself drifting off to sleep a little. Then, with a jolt, another sound from outside the tent. I checked my watch and it was almost five thirty in the morning. I felt pretty good sensing I had gotten about ninety minutes of sleep, but now there was a feeling of really needing to pee.

It was just beginning to get light outside, so I decided to get out and walk to the bathroom. I thought it would be a good idea and my Mom would be proud of me since I was still dry. Maybe, just maybe I would finally be able to get out of these diapers for at least the day, so I slowly and carefully got out of my sleeping bag. I made my way to the tent door, slowly unzipped the flap, and made my way outside with my sandals.

I looked into the direction of the bathroom. In spite of the lights all over the place, campgrounds also take pride in being natural looking, so it was still dark in many areas. But I knew the path to the bathroom quite well, so I didn’t take a flashlight with me and I don’t think it would have made a difference if I had. I should have just walked over to a tree and peed there, but I didn’t.

I was about halfway to the bathroom when I heard a loud rustle in the woods near the path. I thought I was going to see a large animal or something, and in a way, I was right. It was Joel and his buddies. Before I could let out a scream, I was kicked hard in the groin. In spite of being diapered and padded in that area, it still caught me pretty good and down I went. They jumped me, shoved some kind of cloth in my mouth, taped it in with duct tape, and managed to tie my hands behind my back. It all happened so fast, I had no time to react.

I was pulled to my feet and led into the forest off the path area. We must have walked for about ten minutes before we stopped. I could no longer hold my pee and since being kicked in the balls, I had kind of lost control anyway, so I let it go into the waiting diaper. I really had no choice. I really didn’t think these guys would let me use a toilet anyway diapered as I was.

We eventually got to where they wanted to take me. It was not an unusual place in the forest. Except for the fact we were off the path and out of the way, it was just a place with a few fallen trees and thick forest floor vegetation. However, it was also quite secluded and this really scared me.

I was knocked to the ground, my sandals removed, and my pajama bottoms stripped off and thrown to the side. I lay there only in my top and diapers. Once again, Joel kicked me in the groin sending shooting pains throughout my body.

“That’ll teach you to hit me in the balls,” he said rather breathlessly. “I suppose you think you’re pretty cute, huh? Too bad your girlfriend isn’t around to protect you.”

I tried to squirm away only to be pulled back. Being gagged and tied and mostly still in pain didn’t give me a lot of strength, but I also thought I was going to be fighting for my life.

“You have been a bad sissy boy,” Joel said as he kneeled next to me. “And bad sissy boys usually get a spanking when they’ve been bad.”

His buddies grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. They dragged me over to a fallen log and bent me over it at my waist leaving my diapered butt in the air. I was being held in place by the two bullies while Joel began to inspect my diaper.

“My, my,” he said sarcastically, “aren’t we just a bit wet. Don’t worry. I’ll save you diaper for you. Wouldn’t want you to miss a being able to wear your wet diaper.”

Joel pulled my diaper down a bit to expose my naked fanny. He slapped it a few times in a mock spanking. Then, I heard him removing his belt. I tensed up expecting the worst and Joel did not disappoint. He wailed on my rear with his wide belt as I jumped and tried to get away from this punishment. However, his buddies had me held to tightly.

“That was for hitting me in the balls,” Joel panted as he finished. “This next thing is for being a sissy. We can give you what you deserve.”

He walked around in front of me so I could see what was coming. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. Then, he removed both his pants and underwear. Joel had a large member and I had seen it twice already. But this time, he didn’t want me to suc-k his dic-k and he wasn’t going to piss in my diaper. I feared what was going to happen next wasn’t going to be memorable in a nice way.

Joel reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, opened it, and took out a small square package. Recognizing a condom, I really tried to get away knowing what was happening. As I squirmed, one of his buddies slapped my rear really hard and I stopped trying to get away. I look on in horror as Joel finished removing the condom from the wrapper.

“Have no fear, sissy boy,” Joel said, “I practice safe sex.”

I watched him unroll the condom over his growing member and then he disappeared behind me. As his buddies laughed sinister, quiet laughs, Joel began playing with my rear. First, he rubbed my still stinging fanny and gently spread my butt cheeks. I soon felt his member pushing against my hole and I jumped in a reflex action.

Try as I might, I could not move and Joel kept pushing and pushing. He tried and tried, but he could not get in. Angrily, he removed my diaper the rest of the way and kicked my legs out wider. I tensed up in anticipation and he began to try again. Frustrated, he slapped my rear and in what seemed one desperate final push, he finally managed to get his member past my sphincter and as he pushed all the way inside me, I sobbed in defeat.

Finally bottoming out inside me, Joel began a pumping motion. He moved slowly at first, and then with a quickening tempo, in and out, in and out. I felt as though I was being split in two. I was screaming hard, but the gag kept anyone or anything from hearing my pleas for help. Joel kept it up for a few minutes and I knew he was climaxing when he quickened the pace and finally gave me several hard final thrusts.

He stopped pumping me, but stayed in for a minute or so more as he petted my rear. Finally, he withdrew and my rear end could relax. I felt my sphincter sting from being stretched and was I glad it was over.

I was still being held in place by his two buddies as Joel walked back in front of me. He held up my head so I could see him remove his condom. He carefully rolled it up, pulled out a plastic bag, and placed it inside like he was just throwing out garbage.

“Now, I practice safe sex,” he said coldly, “but these guys don’t.”

He looked at his buddies and smiled. He took the place of one of them as he grabbed me and held me in place.

“He’s all greased up for you guys. Have some fun. Smile, sissy boy, and enjoy it.”

His two buddies each took turns pumping my rear. Each climaxed deep inside of me leaving a load of creamy goo inside before they withdrew. As they finished, I was physically spent and just lay on top of the log. Joel’s two friends once again held me down after they finished dressing. Joel reached inside of his pocket and fished out a thin, white paper covered package. I had two females living in our house and had seen these before. I recognized it at once as a tampon.

I screamed no, no, no as Joel slowly removed the paper wrapper. He walked behind me and I could feel him insert the tampon into my rear, push it in as far as it would go, and withdraw the applicator leaving the tampon securely inside my rectum. The, he shoved two more inside. Then I was rediapered with my used, wet diaper which was cold and clammy by now. The they put my pajama pants back on me and released their grip. The tape was removed, the gag pulled out of my mouth, and my hands untied.

I fell to the ground in a lot of pain from my humiliating experience. As I tried to get up, Joel shoved me back down and while holding me in place, got close to my face.

“Whisper one word of this,” he warned, “and you’ll never see it coming. It might be you, or worse, your brother, or someone else you know and like. Karate can’t stop a speeding car or a bullet.”

I began to shake from fear. I knew he meant it and it would be hard to prove what happened. And in my shame, I didn’t want to admit to being raped by these bullies for fear of what they might do in retribution.

“See you around, sissy boy.”

After they left, I rolled over and just cried.

jamiep · « **Reply #23 on:** October 25, 2007, 08:44:46 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 24

I lay on the ground for quite a while crying. It had already started off to be one hell of a day with Joel and his buddies having fun reaming my virgin rear end. I had never had anything in my rear end like that before and never wanted anything in there ever again. Then they also left me a nice present of creamy goo inside me and no matter what, there was no way I was going to easily remove that. I lay on the ground crying in shame and thinking all sorts of strange and weird thoughts.

I finally regained my senses and rolled to sit before standing up to leave. I could now really feel the tampons up in my rear end and wondered just how I would get them out. I got up and tried to walk to the bathroom figuring I could get there, wash up and at least try to push them out naturally - like pooping them out. It felt as if I had to poop anyway, so I needed to hurry. As I began walking, I had some trouble after receiving that thorough reaming, so it wasn’t easy.

I wobbled along a strange path trying to remember just how I got there. There really was no path, but the ground had been trampled and it was now a little lighter out, so seeing where to go wasn’t difficult. The day was starting to dawn, there was a little coolness in the air, and I heard a few birds singing. The naturalness of it all hit me funny and I started to cry again.

I made it out of the woods and saw I was only about 25 yards from the bathroom. I continued to wobble towards the bathroom and made it into the brightly lit room. Squinting from the bright lights, I made it into a stall, pulled down my pajama bottoms, ripped off the diaper, and sat down on the toilet seat. I concentrated on relaxing figuring I could push out the tampons, but it was more difficult than I thought.

I finally managed to push one out and heard it plop in the water. I stood up to examine it and saw it floating around. Looking at it and knowing how it got there made me throw up. I flushed everything down and sat back down knowing there were two more to push out. I didn’t want them in there, but I didn’t want to get rid of them either. I just wanted it all to be a dream and I wouldn’t have to worry about any of it.

It took a while, but I eventually relaxed enough to allow my body to evacuate the invaders. But there would never be an evacuation of the memory of Joel and his buddies inside me and filling me their vile sperm. I didn’t have to pee or poo any more, so I decided to take an early shower and would tell my Mom I couldn’t sleep anymore and decided to just get up and start the day.

As I turned on the water, I felt a warm spray envelop my body. It was only about six thirty in the morning, so I was probably one of the first to take a shower. I guess all of the hot water is only available to the early risers. I jumped when I heard another shower turn on as another camper was taking an early morning opportunity to get some of the precious warmth. I didn’t know or care who it was, but anyone in the bathroom made me scared, so I turned off the water and prepared to get out.

I had no towel to dry off, so I stood stark naked near the air dryer and turned the nozzle in an attempt to finish myself. It wasn’t perfect, but I did manage to get dry enough to get dressed back into my pajamas and headed back to camp. My rear end still felt very sore, but at least I didn’t have any more tampons invading my body. And yet, with every step, I could still feel those guys violating my rear and I continued to shiver.

I made it back to camp and everyone was still asleep. I sat at the table waiting for someone - anyone - to wake up. As I sat there, I relived our whole trip to date and it was not a happy thought. It all began with my wetting my sleeping bag and now I had been raped by three classmates. The terrible turn of events on this vacation was more than frightening, it was devastating. I had to pull through somehow, but wasn’t confident I’d really make it. The rustling of the tent flap interrupted my thoughts and my mother finally emerged.

“Josh!” she said in a surprised voice. “Where have you been.”

“Uh......I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep,” I sheepishly replied, “so I went to the bathroom and took a shower already.”

“My, you are certainly an eager beaver. Where’s your diaper from last night?”

“Oh,” I began to lie, “I, uh, was, uh dry and when I went to take a shower, I just rolled it up and threw it away.”

“Go get it. I want to see for myself.”

“Go get it?”

“Yes. Unless you’re lying and actually wet yourself overnight again.”

“No, no. I was really dry, Mom. Honest!”

“Then go get the diaper and prove it. Otherwise, let’s get you diapered up for the day. Liars deserve to be punished, to.”

“Aw, Mom, I’m not lying. I was dry. I was really dry. I just don’t remember which trash can I threw it in. I might not be able to find it.”

“Then up on the table, Josh.”

Knowing I could never prove it, I stood up to get on the table. But Mom pulled out a large spoon and told me I would first get a spanking for lying. She bent me over the table and gave me my second spanking of the morning. I wailed and cried, but not really from the spanking. My life was becoming worse and worse by the minute and I felt there was nothing I could do to stop it.

After Mom finished, I climbed on the table and was properly diapered for the day. I finished getting dressed in clothes my Mom brought and then helped her get the breakfast ready. As I walked to and from the car with food items, I began to notice my rear was feeling a little slimy. It dawned on me that it must be some creamy goo leaking out from my bowels. Remembering what had happened, I walked over to a tree and threw up again.

jamiep · « **Reply #24 on:** October 28, 2007, 11:14:34 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 25

Camping was no longer any fun for me. It was only a few days into our trip and already mid-morning and I was pretty tired and depressed. I was sitting at the picnic table sulking over the events of the trip so far. As for the day, breakfast was over, dishes were done, things put away, and the campsite cleaned. Yet, there was not a lot to look forward to do. Sandy came by and started asking me to go looking for more scientific discoveries. My mind was elsewhere and I found her annoying. What she wanted to do was just not exciting anymore.

“C’mon, Josh” Sandy urged excitedly, “it’ll be a lot of fun today. I found a new place to try.”

“Nah,” I lied, “I’m not feeling good.”

“But this will make you feel better.”

“If you don’t mind, I just want to hang around here.”

“But Josh...............”

“My family is going into town to get a few groceries and I guess I’m supposed to go to your Mom if I need anything. They’re supposed to be back in about an hour or so. My Mom told me she’d change my stinky diaper when she got back.”

“So, let’s go exploring.”

“No, I’m just not feeling up to it.”

“Josh,” she said softly as she put her arm around me, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied again, “I just want to be left alone.”

“Come on. Tell me. We’ve gotten to be close a little, right?”

“I guess.”

“Then tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing, I said. Not one damn thing. Now, can’t you just leave me alone?”

I walked away from her towards the tent. I opened up the flap and crawled inside. As I turned around to zip up the door, Sandy leapt inside. She eyed me up and down as I sat back in a bit of a shock. Then she turned, zipped up the flap and turned back towards me.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong,” she whispered. “Let me be a friend. I can listen. Is it the diapers? Is it the bedwetting? Level with me. I have never seen you so down and I know there’s something wrong, so out with it!”

I sat in silence for a few minutes and then began to tell her the whole story of the past two days. I left nothing out. As I let it all out, I tried as best I could not to cry. I was humiliated and ashamed by the whole affair, but somehow felt telling someone finally allowed me to live with stuff. Sandy listened and did not say a word.

When I finished my tale, she hugged me as tight as anyone has ever hugged me before. I just lost it, broke down and cried and cried. Sandy held me and rocked back and forth as she continue to tell me everything was going to be fine. I really didn’t believe her, but I hugged back and continued to cry as she continued to hold me. Sandy tried over and over to soothe me with reassuring words, but nothing seemed to help. Eventually, my crying subsided and we just held each other.

“We have to tell someone,” she finally said. “What they did to you is a crime”

“No,” I stated emphatically, “we can’t tell anyone. The last thing Joel said to me was that if I told anyone, he and his buddies would hurt everyone I know and love. It might be a member of my family like Stevie or my Mom. He even said a karate chop couldn’t stop a car.”

“What???”

“Yeah! No shit!”

“Look. He can’t stop the law. It’s got to be on your side. Please, let’s go tell my parents. Maybe my Dad can tell you what to do.”

“No. I mean it. I don’t want anyone else to know. Let’s just forget it.”

“Josh.....”

“Sandy, I love you and all, but let’s just leave it alone, okay?”

“What?”

Suddenly, I realized what I had said. I couldn’t take it back. It was out there and I didn’t really know what I meant by it, but I was sure Sandy had heard it from the smile on her face. Before I could say another word, Sandy jumped on top of me and began kissing me. These were no ordinary kisses like kissing Mom goodnight or Grandma hello or goodbye. These were all over my face kisses.

I fell backwards and Sandy was all over me. I tried to fight her off, but a part of me also wanted to just let her go. The truth was, I was really enjoying myself. I had never been kissed by a girl like this before. To tell the truth, she was like an animal. It was as if she had been holding back and the dam had burst.

And then we heard car doors slam. We quickly straightened the inside of the tent and opened the flap. As we both emerged from the tent, a little messy from all of the physical activity of the past thirty minutes, we were met with suspicious and disapproving eyes from members of my family.

“What were you two doing in the tent?” my mother demanded.

“Nothing,” we lied, “we were, uh, straightening the inside. Stuff like that.”

But my parents said they didn’t believe us and both began to question us endlessly. Eventually, we broke down and said we were just kissing. My parents said they still didn’t believe us and sent Sandy back to her parents with the warning they would soon be by to explain what had gone on.

After Sandy left, I got the yelling of my life. I was accused of all sorts of brutal sexual acts and that our family was now open to all sorts of lawsuits, criminal charges and such. My Dad did most of the yelling, but Mom got in her fair share as well. Every time I tried to respond, I was told to shut up and sit still.

Then my Mom ordered me to bend over the table and as she held me in place, my father pulled down my pants to reveal my diaper. With my diapered butt exposed, my father took a large wooden paddle they had just bought in town and in front of my brother, my sister and several onlookers, spanked me and spanked me as I wailed out loud. It was spanked so long and hard that I started to lose all control of my bladder and bowels. I tried yelling that I was wetting and pooping in the diaper, but to no avail - I was spanked to a full load and a soaked diaper.

After the punishment, I was made to sit on the edge of the picnic table in my fully loaded diaper dressed only a tee shirt and diaper. My mother took out the pacifier and shoved it into my mouth. I was warned to sit in place and suc-k on the pacifier until further notice. I watched in fear as I saw the four of them walk across to Sandy’s campsite to talk to her parents. I knew what was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

As they walked away, I saw a new reason for my vacation to really turn sour. Walking across to meet me from the opposite direction was my good friend, Joel, and his pals. This was sure to be a lot of fun.

jamiep · « **Reply #25 on:** October 31, 2007, 10:34:24 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 26

I was sitting on the edge of the picnic table wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a loaded, wet diaper, suc-king on a pacifier, and my rear was still stinging from a severe spanking. It all started when Sandy had comforted me as I spilled my guts about my adventures with Joel and his accomplices. Things went a bit far and I got punished for it. My Dad spanked me so hard, I lost all control of my bladder and bowels and filled my thirsty, waiting diaper.

And so here I sit, suc-king on a pacifier as my family walk to tell my girlfriend’s parents just what bad, evil, sex crazed and underage children we were. I couldn’t imagine how my vacation could get worse and as I pondered that thought, here came my nemesis Joel and his buddies. They were seemingly anxious to dish out more humiliation for their favorite new target. As they approached, I quickly took out the pacifier and shoved it down the front of my diaper. I had hoped that if they didn’t see it, it might lessen what I was sure to be my upcoming humiliation a little bit.

“Well, well,” Joel said in a rather eerie sounding voice, “looky what we got here - a baby sissy! S’matter, sissy boy? Mommy gone and left you alone? No one to play with? No problem. We’ll pway wif you!”

I squirmed a little on the table hoping my family would return right away and save me from any further humiliation at these bozo’s hands. Unfortunately for me, this was not to be. Joel and his two cohorts surrounded me and began to inspect me. They lifted my shirt and when I tried to push their hands away, I was slapped hard across the face.

“Get away from me,” I yelled and then was punched in the stomach.

“Shut up, sissy,” one of his buddies ordered, “or else.”

I was struck by the dumbness of how he sounded. I mean, it sounded as if he were in an old fashioned gangster movie. He tried to sound tough, but he sounded more like a jerk and I laughed a little.

“Something funny to you, sissy boy?” Joel asked.

I glared at him in silence. He reached for the front of the diaper and I pushed him away. As I did, his buddies grabbed my arms and held them in place and Joel again reached for the front of the diaper. He pulled the front away from my waist exposing the inside. He looked down, saw the pacifier and reached in. He grabbed it and held it up for all to see.

“Aw, sissy baby lost his binky. Here.”

Before I could protest or fight back, the pacifier was jammed into my mouth. I spit it out and as the pacifier landed on the ground, Joel punched me in the gut again. He picked up the pacifier off the ground, brushed it off and ordered me to suc-k on it or he would punch me again until I did. I reluctantly opened my mouth and began to suc-k as the pacifier was placed into my mouth. It tasted terrible and I knew why - so did Joel, but I knew he didn’t care.

Joel’s buddies picked me up off of the table and stood me up. I was spun around so Joel could inspect the rear of the diaper. I felt him pull the back out revealing the load inside. I heard wails of laughter from the three as they took turns swatting my rear spreading the load all over my rear end.

“I didn’t know sissy boy liked to shit in his didies,” Joel taunted. “Does widdle Joshie wike to go poopoos in his widdle diapers, hmm?”

They laughed and let go of may arms. I was standing inside a small circle made by these three jerks as they pushed me all over back and forth taunting me the whole time. I was spun in all directions for a while and eventually got so dizzy, I fell down landing right on my rear. This caused even more laughter.

“Well, if widdle Joshie wikes poopoos in his didies so much,” Joel said through laughter, “maybe we can help.”

He jumped up onto the picnic table and I watched in terror as he dropped his pants and squat. After a few grunts and groans, he deposited his dump in the middle of the table. I knew what he planned to do and fought hard to get away, but his buddies expected this and held me tightly so I could not move. In spite of my squirming and fighting, Joel scooped up his pile of poo, pulled back the rear of my diaper, and dropped it inside. He let go of the waistline and swatted my rear mixing his poo with mine.

“There. That should do nicely. Widdle Joshie weally wikes poopoos.”

I was picked back up and dropped quite hard onto the picnic table spreading the large mass even more all over the inside of the diaper. I was finally let go by the two morons as I cried at this new bullying tactic.

“There, there, sissy boy,” Joel cooed as he pinched my cheek, “Mommy will change you soon.”

They began to walk away, then turned and waved as if they were waving to a toddler.

“See you around, sissy boy,” they all said and then walked away laughing.

jamiep · « **Reply #26 on:** November 06, 2007, 10:09:17 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 27

When Joel and his buddies were safely out of sight, I ran to the bathroom. I didn’t care if anyone saw me in a diaper. I wanted to wash everything off and I didn’t care about the consequences. I ran in my bare feet stepping on stones and sticks along the way, but somehow, I didn’t feel a thing.

I got to the bathroom and, my luck, it was crowded. Apparently, a lot people overslept and there was a line for the showers. Most turned to look at me when I ran in and more than a few pointed and laughed. I had really wanted to wash myself, but there was no shower available, so I went into a stall. Closing the door, I ripped off the loaded diaper and started to wipe myself with wads of toilet paper. I didn’t want to overflow the toilet, so I kept flushing every so often.

I overheard a couple of crude comments outside the door, but they didn’t know the truth. And I suppose that even if I had shouted from the highest mountain the humiliations heaped upon me this past week, no one would believe it - it was too strange to be true.

I thought I had gotten everything off of my butt, but then I could still feel a little here and there, so I dipped wads of toilet paper into the water in the toilet bowl to try and wash a bit more off. I wiped and flushed, flushed and wiped, and did so for what seemed an endless amount of time. Eventually, I used up the whole roll of paper hanging inside the stall.

Satisfied that I had washed most of it off, I took my tee-shirt off and wrapped it as best I could around my waist. I walked out of the stall to a still crowded bathroom and walked over to the sink. I stood there bending over the sink washing my hands. I washed and washed never seeming to clean off anything, although in reality, my hands were clean. However, my memory could never be erased and the thought of what had happened made me throw up.

I washed my face a little while rinsing the puke down the sink. A few people cringed and made snide comments as I tried to keep my composure. One older man came over and asked if everything was all right and if I needed help. I told him thanks, but no thanks and that I was okay.

A shower stall opened up finally and I jumped in. I stood under the cold shower trying to wash any remaining poop off of my butt. When I thought I had gotten everything, I turned the water off, dried myself with my tee-shirt, wrapped it around my waist, and made my way back to camp. When I got back to the campsite, there was Sandy, her mother and my mother waiting for me.

“Where have you been, young man,” my Mom asked in a very stern voice.

“I had to wash up,” I meekly answered not wanting to reveal the earlier humiliation.

“You were not supposed to leave this table,” Mom said.

“Well,” I began, “you would have gone too if the same had happened to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.”

Mom gave me a weird look then ordered me back on the table where she re-diapered me right in front of everyone. I saw Sandy lower her head and bite her lip while her mother gave her a hug, but shot me a disapproving look. When she finished, Mom left me sitting on the table in nothing but a diaper.

“Well, young man?” Mom asked, “what have you got to say for yourself?”

“What?” I answered rather puzzled.

“Well, Sandy here tells us of some sort of concocted story between you two about some bully named Joel and two of his buddies?”

“Oh.............that.”

“Yes, that! What do you think we are, morons?”

“Huh?”

“Making up some coc-k and bull like that just to cover up your own terrible behavior.”

“But Mom...................it’s true. Every word!”

“Right. What’s wrong with you? First, you start to wet the bed. Then, you’re wetting and messing your diapers like a little baby. And now, after fooling around in our tent, you make up this outlandish fantasy just to cover it up. I am surprised at the both of you.”

“Mom.......................”

“Enough! Where’s your binky?”

“My what?”

“Pacifier. Oh, I see it. You’re going to regret this day, little sissy baby boy.”

Mom picked up the pacifier off of the ground where I had last spit it out. She brushed it off and popped it into my mouth telling me to suc-k on it. I wanted to spit it out again and run, but there wasn’t any place to run to wearing nothing but a diaper. And what had happened to my father, my brother and my sister?

Sandy lowered her head and I could see she was beginning to cry. No one would believe us and I wasn’t so sure Sandy believed me, but I know she tried to convince everyone else. As my Mom walked me to the tent and told me to crawl in and take a nap, I saw Sandy turn and run for her own campsite crying as she ran. Her mother looked at me, shook her head, and walked away.

Tearfully, I crept inside the tent, lay down on a sleeping bag, and cried as my mother zipped the door shut from the outside and told me I would stay there the rest of the day. I was beginning to lose it since no one believed that I was being abused by our school bully. I had to pee again, but I didn’t care anymore, so I just let go and flooded my diaper, turned over, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

jamiep · « **Reply #27 on:** November 11, 2007, 11:02:10 PM »

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 28

I don’t remember how I got here, but I was on the path to the bathroom to get water for my Mom so she could do some dishes. I was carrying the usual bucket, but for some reason, I was wearing only a tee shirt and my diapers. I guess I was getting more punishment, but I don’t remember being told about it.

All of a sudden, I was jumped by Joel and his friends and dragged off into the forest. I tried to scream for help, but no sound came out of my mouth. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. Joel seemed mad as a hive of disturbed hornets. He was screaming at me how he would get even, how I would wish I hadn’t been born, how I should have left well enough alone, things like that.

“No, no, no,” I screamed, but still no sound came out.

Eventually, I was standing with my back against a tree. Joel’s buddies had my arms held tight and I was forced to my knees. My head was being held in place so I couldn’t turn away and I couldn’t fight back. For some reason, I couldn’t move and worse, for some other reason, I didn’t want to.

Again, I was screaming, but no sound seemed to come out of my mouth. Joel was standing in front of me with his pants and underwear down to his knees. He was holding his large member as it stood erect and inches from my mouth. I was on my knees and backed up against a tree. My arms were being held tight by his nameless and seemingly mindless cohorts and I could not move. Joel guided his member towards my mouth.

“You’re going to take it all in,” he softly threatened, “and swallow every drop.”

I began to holler no, but as I did, he rammed his member home and deep into my mouth. I closed my mouth around it and began to lick and orally caress his gargantuan dic-k for all I was worth. Joel rocked back and forth, slowly at first and gradually picking up speed. I could feel him coming close to climax and all at once, he exploded into my mouth.

Joel rammed his member deep into my throat. It seemed he wasn’t going to ever stop ejaculating his load and I kept swallowing and swallowing. How could anyone have that much sperm to unload. It seemed endless, but eventually he stopped. I continued to lick and suc-k as he slowly removed his member from my mouth.

Joel took one of his buddies places and they each in turn used my mouth for their pleasures. I remember screaming each time and no sound came out at all. Yet, although my mind reeled at the thought of giving blow jobs to these creeps, I also, in some way, enjoyed the activity.

At one time, I found my own member standing erect inside my diaper. I found it funny that here I was giving blow jobs to my enemies and I, myself, was about to explode myself. As one of Joel’s buddies exploded into my mouth, I, too, exploded into my diaper. I could feel the two of us pumping back and forth as we completed our delicious orgasms. I felt my hand go free and I reached for the front of my diaper to finish my load by rubbing my crotch.

“Josh, Josh, JOSH!”

Suddenly, I opened my eyes to see my mother looking down at me. I was groggy and slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was lying inside our tent on top of my sleeping bag. My Mom was kneeling above me with her hands on her hips.

“You’re wet,” she exclaimed as she reached inside the front of the diaper to discover the truth.

Then, for some reason, my mother jerked her hand out of my diaper and yelped.

“Gross,” she yelled.

She reached for the tub of wet wipes she had brought along with a new diaper to change me. She began to wipes her fingers again and again with wads of the wet wipes and it suddenly hit me - I had a wet dream and my mother put her hand into my load inside my diaper.

“Josh, that’s disgusting.”

I was more than a little embarrassed as Mom changed my diaper and then gave me a pair of my jeans telling me to finish dressing for dinner.

“We’re having guests, so you’d better be on your best behavior,” she warned.

I finished dressing, put on my shoes, and emerged from the tent. There was a lot of activity around the table as I saw my sister and mother setting extra plates and stuff. My Dad was talking with another couple I didn’t recognize and it was evident they were the couple of guests for dinner.

“Josh,” my Dad said, “you’re awake. Come meet our new friends. You’ll never believe it, they have a son your age. Maybe you can now have a male companion here in camp.”

I had a shiver of fear down my spine as I saw my new “companion.” It was Joel!