The leader finally got out of the first truck, where Zach was sitting in the middle front seat. He stretched his arms up high and looked at Zach, "Hey Zaky, get those younger boys together and go get some firewood. We need a big bonfire tonight."
"Ok, Mr. Cole, I will. Just give me a sec to, uhh, get out."
Mr. Cole looked down at Zach's crotch, smirked, and walked away. The boy's pants were still unbuttoned. Zach just sat there for a minute, a little stunned. This wasn't his first campout, but it was definitely the most he'd been fondled.
Zach was the youngest of the "older" boy scouts. He was being raised by his single mother who continually insisted Zach spent some quality time with the scout leaders, completely oblivious to the fact that he was basically being used like a little bitch boy.
In his first scout campout, which was his first time camping ever, Zach was told to sit in the middle seat of the lead truck. Mr. Cole had him sit close to him so the passenger seat could hold more gear. But it was a stick shift truck and the shifter always got kinda close to Zach's crotch, especially in fourth gear.
On the way up one of the gravel roads, Mr. Cole "accidently" slipped off the shifter and knocked Zach right in the balls, really hard. He pretended to be sorry while Zach whimpered and clutched his aching nuts. Then he told Zach to just pull down his pants and "let his balls hang out" for a while, saying he would feel better after a few minutes. Zach was of course very hesitant to expose his little dick and berries in front of a grown up, but Mr. Cole insisted, saying Zach didn't have anything he hadn't seen before. What really got him was Mr. Cole saying if he didn't do it, he'd have to tell his mom. She'd have to inspect his privates herself, right in front of everyone, before she could take him home. It was a scout rule for injuries. Just the thought of standing in front of everyone, butt naked with his pants around his ankles, and his mom lifting up his dick and balls to check for injuries, made Zach totally convinced.
Slowly, Zach pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, sitting bare butt on the seat. Mr. Cole wasted no time and started fondling him, saying he had to make sure nothing was permanently hurt. Zach never said anything to anyone. Mr. Cole made sure of that. He'd squeeze and squish Zach's nuts the whole way up everytime, telling Zach that if he ever told on him, he'd rip his balls clean off.
That was years ago, but Zach secretly grew to like the attention. He'd even get a little too close to the gear shifter sometimes, making Mr. Cole surprised when it hit him in the nuts. This last trip was no different. Zach got hit, pulled his pants down, and let Mr. Cole fondle him the whole way up. But now since Zach was getting older, something different had happened. Mr. Cole grabbed Zach's dick and yanked it up and down, making Zach squirt his boy juice all over his flat tummy. With Mr. Cole walking away, Zach carefully covered up his cock and balls and zipped up his pants before sliding out of the truck.
Zach waddled away from the truck, still sporting a little bit of a boner and his nuts were sore from Mr. Cole's unforgiving grip. He saw some of the younger scouts fighting over their bags.
"That one's mine! Let go!"
"The hell it is, dumbass! It's got my fucking name on it!"
The boys pulled the bag back and forth in an angry tug-o-war. Zach walked up between them and smacked them both right in the nuts with the back of his hands.
"Oof!"
"Ugh!"
The boys crumpled to the ground, letting the bag drop with a thud. Zach heard something smack around in the bag like a phone or something. The boys weren't supposed to bring anything like that at all.
"What do ya have in here, huh?" Zach started opening the bag and the boys tried to grab it from him, but they couldn't stop cradling their busted balls.
"Oh, well, well, well! A tablet and a porn stash!" Zach opened up the center fold Playboy, "Not bad! Looks like I found me some good stuff!"
"Hey, give that back! It's ours!"
"Not if the leaders find it! You two are gonna do exactly as I say or you're toast!"
Tyson and Dylan just looked at each other, letting their mouths drop into frowns of sadness. They slowly got up, still covering their nuts tight with their hands.
"Ok, ok. What do you want us to do?"
Zach got a devilish grin. The years of getting his nuts squeezed and fondled made him love ball busting. But now he'd make Tyson and Dylan do some busting too.
"Go get one of the new scouts. I don't care which one. Just tell em he needs to help us with the firewood."
Dylan and Tyson looked at each other, "Jake?" "Jake."
The boys started walking to find Jake while Zach went over to the sports equipment box. It was kind of a high box to Zach since he wasn't exactly the tallest boy. He bent over, reaching down into the bottom of the box to grab the jumbo size plastic bat and wiffle ball. He let his legs dangle off the edge of the box, unable to touch the ground while he reached in lower. Just then, one of the older scouts, Mark, walked up behind him and slapped Zach's ass.
*SMACK!*
Zach yelped like a little bitch and fell back out of the box, covering his butt.
"Hey! What the hell!"
Mark just snickered and walked away, covering his mouth.
"Hmph!" Zach was kinda used to the abuse, but it still startled him. He reached into the box again and grabbed the big bat and wiffle ball quickly. He stood back and rubbed his sore butt, looking for Tyson and Dylan.
The boys found Jake coming up the hill from the showers with Stevie still at the shower shed below. He must've been helping Stevie with something. "Hey Jake, you gotta come with us."
"Ah, come on! I just helped Stevie turn on the water! I've helped enough!"
Dylan and Tyson just smiled at each other. "Helping Stevie, huh? Did you like it?"
"Yeah, did he make you take a shower?"
Jake just blushed. He'd gone down alone with Stevie and sure enough, Stevie made him turn on all the showers, naked. Stevie watched as Jake's little dick and balls and perky tushy bounced all over the place while he struggled to turn on every tap. It only took a few minutes, but he hated being so exposed. Stevie dried him off with a towel before sending him up the hill.
"I just, I just.."
"Yah, he totally showered."
Jake blushed even harder, making his face bright red. He covered his face, totally embarrassed.
"Ha ha! Come here! We just need help getting some firewood."
Jake lowered his hands and nodded. He followed Dylan and Tyson, walking just a few steps behind. The boys met up with Zach, who had the big plastic bat and wiffle ball ready to go.
"What's with the bat?" Dylan asked.
"Just a bit of fun. I figured I'd just sit back and hit a few balls on the way."
Tyson got a little mad, "You're not gonna help us?"
Zach's face dropped, looking totally annoyed. He held up the bag with the porn and said, "Yeah, I'll be helping myself to the center fold!" He whacked Tyson in the nuts with the bat. Tyson bent over, holding his balls.
"Get moving! There's lots of firewood down this trail. Once you each have an armful, we'll head back."
The boys groaned, especially Tyson with his sore nuts. They all started down the trail, picking up random twigs and sticks along the way. Pretty soon, Zach saw a small tree that had fallen over long ago and was old and dry. It was perfect for a bonfire.
"Hey, grab that tree. Grab it and drag it back. That one's plenty."
Tyson and Dylan grabbed it, but Zach got mad. "Not you! Him!" He pointed at Jake.
"What?" Jake's voice cracked. The other boys laughed, making Jake cover his mouth as his face turned red, realizing how high pitched his voice was.
"Hahaha! Yah, you! You grab that whole thing!"
Jake was mad. "There's no way I can carry that!"
Zach was getting impatient. He handed Tyson the bat. "Ok, you make him do it, or the bag's gone."
Jake just stood there, still holding his armful of twigs. Tyson walked up to Jake and smacked him in the balls with the bat.
"Oof! Hey, what the fuck!"
The boys all covered their mouths, laughing. "Oooh! Potty mouth!"
Zach whispered at Dylan and Tyson, "Make him naked."
The boys looked at each other, then down at Jake, who's face was still red and mad.
"Start pulling, or we'll make you do it like Stevie made you. Naked."
Jake just froze. How the hell did they know he was naked in front of Stevie? His face turned even redder.
Tyson had enough of this. "Ok, shirt off!" He declared more than asked, taking the bottom of Jake's shirt and lifting it up and off. Jake struggled for a bit but he was no match for Tyson. "Now grab the tree and get going!"
Jake just stood there, shirtless, arms folded and pouting. Tyson and Dylan shrugged, then stripped Jake naked in a matter of seconds. They pulled down his pants and undies all together, making Jake's little weiner bounce up and down. Then Dylan held Jake's hands up while Tyson yanked off Jake's shoes and socks together with his crumpled up pants and undies. Standing there stark naked, Jake started to cry. "Hey! *Sniff* just give me back my clothes!"
Zach was enjoying the show, but the boys were taking too long. He whispered in their ears again, "You know, I bet a good hit to his nuts would get him moving. I mean, unless you don't want that porn stash."
Dylan and Tyson looked at the porn bag, then back at Jake. They grabbed Jake's skinny arms and pulled him down to the ground. Jake instantly curled up, not knowing what to expect next. Tyson held the bat and stood up, "Get me an open shot on his nuts."
Jake's eyes grew big and he tensed up even tighter. He struggled, but Dylan knew a few wrestling moves. He pinned Jake down and grabbed his naked legs, pulling them apart, spread eagle.
*SMACK*
"OW!" Jake screamed like a little girl.
*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!*
"OW, OW, OW!!!"
Jake's voice cracked with every hit to his little nuts while his sad little dick turned all pink.
Then...
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