First Experience: My Boy Scout Initiation (mmm/m)
Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 9:59 pm
First experience. A boy scout initiation
Well there I was, bound with several strands of rope, stuffed gagged by a bandanna and a second bandanna cleave gagged to hold it in and stuffed in a sleeping bag. How did I get here? Well...
It was my first tie up experience, it happened when I was younger, around the age of 12 to 13. I was in the boy scouts for several years, but my family had recently moved states due to my mom transfering jobs. I remember I was really bummed out because I didn't know anybody at my new school, but my dad signed me up for boy scouts as a way to get me involved to meet new kids.
I had come in at a weird time, because they were just about to go on their big yearly camping weekend for the start of fall. The day before we were suppose to leave, I met one of the guys that would be in my group/troop. His name was Mark. (Still one of my friends to this day). He was really nice and volunteered to be my bunk mate. He was my height at the time, average build, black hair. We didn't get a chance to meet for long, but he promised to save me a seat on the ride up so we could talk more.
The next day I was nervous, but excited. I had felt like I already made a new friend and was excited to make more. The first day wasn't that exciting. I met many of the other scouts in my troop: Matt, a boy taller than me, blonde hair, slim like me, and Anthony, black hair, taller than me and alittle bigger in weight. There were others but the story pertains to these three.
That night, after cooking up hotdogs on a fire and smores and other things scouts do (it was 15 years ago) it was time to go to bed. The tent was already set up by the time I got to it. I had went to the camp ground restroom. I climbed into the tent to find Mark and Anthony already changed into pj's. I decided i would change too, when I got into my sweatpants, and about to put on a shirt, I felt a hand cover my mouth and my hands pulled behind my back. It was Anthony, Mark, and now Matt who had come into the tent when I wasn't looking. I cried, more surprisedthan worried, but still alittle scared, Mmmph!!
Matt told me to calm down, they weren't going to hurt me, just practice their knott work. I stopped, shouting through Anthony's hand, but still kept struggling. They worked rope around my wrists, double knotting as they tied it off. Then Mark grabbed a bandanna from his bag, balled it and told me to open wide. I shut my mouth immediately, but then they started to tickled my sides andI couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. Once i started laughing, he shoved the bandanna in, and a second bandanna was secured around the ball to hold it in. Then they laid my sleeping bag down in the middle, between Mark's and Anthony's, unzipped it and layed me down inside. I looked at them with pleading eyes, again moaning for release through my gag. They ignored me and stuffed my head inside the bag, then they bundled up the top hole and sat on it so I couldn't escape. I think I was in there for an hour or two. It was scary at the time, but years later I remember it being alot of fun.
Sadly nothing else like that happened in boy scouts, but I have another story of when I was tied up by my Older brother's friend. I'll post that soon.
Hope you enjoyed this!
Well there I was, bound with several strands of rope, stuffed gagged by a bandanna and a second bandanna cleave gagged to hold it in and stuffed in a sleeping bag. How did I get here? Well...
It was my first tie up experience, it happened when I was younger, around the age of 12 to 13. I was in the boy scouts for several years, but my family had recently moved states due to my mom transfering jobs. I remember I was really bummed out because I didn't know anybody at my new school, but my dad signed me up for boy scouts as a way to get me involved to meet new kids.
I had come in at a weird time, because they were just about to go on their big yearly camping weekend for the start of fall. The day before we were suppose to leave, I met one of the guys that would be in my group/troop. His name was Mark. (Still one of my friends to this day). He was really nice and volunteered to be my bunk mate. He was my height at the time, average build, black hair. We didn't get a chance to meet for long, but he promised to save me a seat on the ride up so we could talk more.
The next day I was nervous, but excited. I had felt like I already made a new friend and was excited to make more. The first day wasn't that exciting. I met many of the other scouts in my troop: Matt, a boy taller than me, blonde hair, slim like me, and Anthony, black hair, taller than me and alittle bigger in weight. There were others but the story pertains to these three.
That night, after cooking up hotdogs on a fire and smores and other things scouts do (it was 15 years ago) it was time to go to bed. The tent was already set up by the time I got to it. I had went to the camp ground restroom. I climbed into the tent to find Mark and Anthony already changed into pj's. I decided i would change too, when I got into my sweatpants, and about to put on a shirt, I felt a hand cover my mouth and my hands pulled behind my back. It was Anthony, Mark, and now Matt who had come into the tent when I wasn't looking. I cried, more surprisedthan worried, but still alittle scared, Mmmph!!
Matt told me to calm down, they weren't going to hurt me, just practice their knott work. I stopped, shouting through Anthony's hand, but still kept struggling. They worked rope around my wrists, double knotting as they tied it off. Then Mark grabbed a bandanna from his bag, balled it and told me to open wide. I shut my mouth immediately, but then they started to tickled my sides andI couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. Once i started laughing, he shoved the bandanna in, and a second bandanna was secured around the ball to hold it in. Then they laid my sleeping bag down in the middle, between Mark's and Anthony's, unzipped it and layed me down inside. I looked at them with pleading eyes, again moaning for release through my gag. They ignored me and stuffed my head inside the bag, then they bundled up the top hole and sat on it so I couldn't escape. I think I was in there for an hour or two. It was scary at the time, but years later I remember it being alot of fun.
Sadly nothing else like that happened in boy scouts, but I have another story of when I was tied up by my Older brother's friend. I'll post that soon.
Hope you enjoyed this!