A Letter Home From Summer Camp (m/m; f/m)
Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:12 pm
A LETTER HOME FROM SUMMER CAMP
Hi Mom and Dad:
Wow! Camp Tugawumpus is the neatest summer camp I’ve ever been in! You wouldn’t believe what they let us kids do here! The whole theme of the place is tying up one another!
Us kids are divided into three clans: the Red Hourglass Spiders (my clan!!!) get to tie up whoever they want from the other two clans; the Flying Fieldmice spend virtually all their time tied up, and the Bi-polar Bears switch from being tied by us Spiders (or one another) tying the Fieldmice (or one another). And we get to do almost anything we like to the guys we tie up as long as we don’t cause them much pain or make them cry. If they cry we have to let them go, but most of the Fieldmice just simply ask to be tied up again shortly afterward so everyone has a good time.
(inserted is a picture of a gagged 14-year-old blond boy in a hog-tie, kneeling with his head to the ground while a second red-headed boy his age stands beside him with one foot on the blond boy’s shoulders – like a hunter on safari displaying his kill. Both boys are wearing only very short shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.)
Right now I have one of the Fieldmice tied to a post right here in my cabin. Here’s a picture of him.
(Inserted is a picture of a 13-year-old boy virtually cocooned by rope to a wooden post. A wooden hinged clothespin dangles from each nipple. His expression is one of mingled pain and evident bliss).
After I finish this letter I plan to take him outside, stake him out by the lake, and tickle the hell out of him with some of the other Spiders. If he gets sunburned enough, we might start pinching and slapping him all over his body too; torturing someone with sunburn is always funny
The sleeping arrangements are great. At night, everyone is bundled up inside a sleepsack by the cabin counselors. It’s sure tough to move once you’re zipped up inside those things, but they also keep the bugs out so they’re worth it. They’re pretty comfortable too once you get used to them. Only problem is having to wait until morning before you can go use the outhouse. Anyone who wets the inside of his sleepsack gets paddled by the entire camp and then has to do all the hard chores like cutting firewood while hobbled, muzzled, and led around on a leash!
(Inserted is a picture of a boy inside a sleepsack; his only visible features are his eyes).
I hear that there’s a girl’s camp on the other side of the lake. Some of my buddies here are thinking of taking a boat across the lake and maybe giving the girls a little surprise… maybe tying one of them up and bring her back here as a souvenir for the others to tease. I also hear our next-door neighbor Cindy is there. I hope I can find her, and pay her back for all the times she’s taken me by surprise and tied ME up out in our own back yard. I’d really like to…
(The letter is interrupted at this point and resumes in a different font)
Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Patterson. This is Cindy. Sorry Robbie can’t finish his letter to you, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.
(Inserted is a picture of the same red-headed boy from picture one; only now he is gagged, blindfolded, and tied spread-eagled on the bottom mattress of a bunk bed. A pretty brunette girl about the same age as the boy is also in the picture; waving happily at the camera as she sits cross-legged on the boy’s belly dressed in a one-piece swimsuit.)
I see by his letter that he and his lumpish friends were planning a raid on the girl’s camp. But a few of the other girls and I had the same idea about a raid on the boys’ camp, and so here we are. They were scattered in small isolated groups; too busy tying and torturing one another to notice us until it was too late. Now we’ve taken Camp Tugawumpus completely over except for the counselors, who of course were in on our scheme from the start. Now this place will really see some fun.
(Inserted is a picture of the red-headed boy again. He is tied to a post and wearing a pink, frilly dress, a blond wig, what seems like a ton of make-up, bright red lipstick, and an extremely angry expression on his face.)
Robbie isn’t too happy right now. I guess he doesn’t want me to send this letter and these pictures to you over the internet like this. I offered to hit delete instead of send if he’d agree to be my slave once we get home from summer camp, but he got mad and called me some rather unflattering names I don’t care to repeat, so I’ll just take a few more pictures of him just for your amusement and then hit send before I free one of his hands and then scoot on safely back to the girl’s camp.
(Inserted are more photos of the red-headed boy; each more humiliating than the last and depicting various emotions such as anger, fright, pleading, disgust, mortification, and annoyance. None of these show anything approaching the happy expression he wore in the first picture. The mildest shows one sandal-covered feminine foot planted on the top of his bowed head while he is apparently being forced to kiss another equally-feminine foot right in front of him.)
Well, I guess that’s enough for now. Camp Tugawumpus IS a great little place. Really, you should send Robbie here every year from now on. I’ll make sure he always has a warm reception and has plenty of things to do while he’s here.
Love and kisses
Robbie and Cindy
Hi Mom and Dad:
Wow! Camp Tugawumpus is the neatest summer camp I’ve ever been in! You wouldn’t believe what they let us kids do here! The whole theme of the place is tying up one another!
Us kids are divided into three clans: the Red Hourglass Spiders (my clan!!!) get to tie up whoever they want from the other two clans; the Flying Fieldmice spend virtually all their time tied up, and the Bi-polar Bears switch from being tied by us Spiders (or one another) tying the Fieldmice (or one another). And we get to do almost anything we like to the guys we tie up as long as we don’t cause them much pain or make them cry. If they cry we have to let them go, but most of the Fieldmice just simply ask to be tied up again shortly afterward so everyone has a good time.
(inserted is a picture of a gagged 14-year-old blond boy in a hog-tie, kneeling with his head to the ground while a second red-headed boy his age stands beside him with one foot on the blond boy’s shoulders – like a hunter on safari displaying his kill. Both boys are wearing only very short shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.)
Right now I have one of the Fieldmice tied to a post right here in my cabin. Here’s a picture of him.
(Inserted is a picture of a 13-year-old boy virtually cocooned by rope to a wooden post. A wooden hinged clothespin dangles from each nipple. His expression is one of mingled pain and evident bliss).
After I finish this letter I plan to take him outside, stake him out by the lake, and tickle the hell out of him with some of the other Spiders. If he gets sunburned enough, we might start pinching and slapping him all over his body too; torturing someone with sunburn is always funny
The sleeping arrangements are great. At night, everyone is bundled up inside a sleepsack by the cabin counselors. It’s sure tough to move once you’re zipped up inside those things, but they also keep the bugs out so they’re worth it. They’re pretty comfortable too once you get used to them. Only problem is having to wait until morning before you can go use the outhouse. Anyone who wets the inside of his sleepsack gets paddled by the entire camp and then has to do all the hard chores like cutting firewood while hobbled, muzzled, and led around on a leash!
(Inserted is a picture of a boy inside a sleepsack; his only visible features are his eyes).
I hear that there’s a girl’s camp on the other side of the lake. Some of my buddies here are thinking of taking a boat across the lake and maybe giving the girls a little surprise… maybe tying one of them up and bring her back here as a souvenir for the others to tease. I also hear our next-door neighbor Cindy is there. I hope I can find her, and pay her back for all the times she’s taken me by surprise and tied ME up out in our own back yard. I’d really like to…
(The letter is interrupted at this point and resumes in a different font)
Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Patterson. This is Cindy. Sorry Robbie can’t finish his letter to you, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.
(Inserted is a picture of the same red-headed boy from picture one; only now he is gagged, blindfolded, and tied spread-eagled on the bottom mattress of a bunk bed. A pretty brunette girl about the same age as the boy is also in the picture; waving happily at the camera as she sits cross-legged on the boy’s belly dressed in a one-piece swimsuit.)
I see by his letter that he and his lumpish friends were planning a raid on the girl’s camp. But a few of the other girls and I had the same idea about a raid on the boys’ camp, and so here we are. They were scattered in small isolated groups; too busy tying and torturing one another to notice us until it was too late. Now we’ve taken Camp Tugawumpus completely over except for the counselors, who of course were in on our scheme from the start. Now this place will really see some fun.
(Inserted is a picture of the red-headed boy again. He is tied to a post and wearing a pink, frilly dress, a blond wig, what seems like a ton of make-up, bright red lipstick, and an extremely angry expression on his face.)
Robbie isn’t too happy right now. I guess he doesn’t want me to send this letter and these pictures to you over the internet like this. I offered to hit delete instead of send if he’d agree to be my slave once we get home from summer camp, but he got mad and called me some rather unflattering names I don’t care to repeat, so I’ll just take a few more pictures of him just for your amusement and then hit send before I free one of his hands and then scoot on safely back to the girl’s camp.
(Inserted are more photos of the red-headed boy; each more humiliating than the last and depicting various emotions such as anger, fright, pleading, disgust, mortification, and annoyance. None of these show anything approaching the happy expression he wore in the first picture. The mildest shows one sandal-covered feminine foot planted on the top of his bowed head while he is apparently being forced to kiss another equally-feminine foot right in front of him.)
Well, I guess that’s enough for now. Camp Tugawumpus IS a great little place. Really, you should send Robbie here every year from now on. I’ll make sure he always has a warm reception and has plenty of things to do while he’s here.
Love and kisses
Robbie and Cindy
. Anwway, when a door closes a window opens, and this one revealed a nice short story! 