Vicky tied

Getting in Trouble, Saturday morning (continued)

“Vicky, since you’re obviously familiar with masturbation, please demonstrate for the boys.”

What the fuck? You’re speechless. Never would you have imagined Patrick humiliating you like this. You stand, stunned, unable to conjure a reaction or reply.

“Vicky,” Patrick says again. “Show the boys how you masturbate. In the interests of moral education, of course.”

You have no intention of masturbating in front of these eight teenagers no matter how angry Patrick might get. You don’t know how you might get yourself out of this situation, however, so you continue to stand still, waiting for the dream to end.

Another pain, this time in the small of your back. Why the fuck does he keep hitting me? you cry inside. As you throw your arms out, Patrick catches them and holds them behind your back.

“A little help here, boys?” Patrick says calmly. As though rehearsed, several of the boys hop up. Arnold grabs your ankles, and Thomas moves around behind you to take your arms from Patrick. Patrick reaches into his pack and pulls out a long, thick rope. “Remember your tying lessons, fellas?” The boys chuckle, and Patrick hands the rope to Alex, the eccentric gamer whose Magic cards you had admired earlier. “Here, son, give it a try.”

Alex shakes nervously (excitedly?) as he reaches for your ankles. _He’s going to tie me up! _you realize as you start to kick against Arnold’s grip. Carlos and Miguel rush in to help hold you still, and try as you might, they’re too strong for you. Alex lashes your ankles together and hands the rope back to Patrick. “Nice job, son,” he says. Then, “Lawrence, can you retrieve my shirt, please?” The rich asshole couldn’t leap up fast enough.

Struggling against the four young men holding you, you can’t do anything to stop Lawrence from lifting Patrick’s shirt over your head, revealing your boobs to everyone who wants to see. Thomas and Carlos each raise one arm above your head, forcing them through the holes in Patrick’s shirt. Now the only clothing you’re wearing is your gross underwear, and you turn a bright red in the morning sun.

“Let’s finish this up,” Patrick says as Carlos and Thomas return your arms to behind your back. He deftly secures them with the rope so that you can’t move your arms or your legs. Now the boys not only hold you still; they also hold you up. You are completely within their power.

“Lay her down,” Patrick says, and the boys do as they’re told. They place you on the cold, dirty ground, and you know it would be pointless to try to move away. “Before this camping trip is over, I guarantee you boys that you will get a full lesson in female masturbation. But for now, let’s focus on the male version. Gather around. Come.”

The boys stand over you, and your tits heave with the heavy breaths you anxiously draw. You’re starting to cry. How did this happen? you wonder. Did I really do something to deserve this?

“Now, men usually masturbate while looking at the image of a naked woman,” Patrick says. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” He pulls a knife from his pocket and flicks open a blade. He bends over, and you feel his cold hand against your hip as he presses the knife between your skin and your underwear. With a few quick cuts, your underwear lies useless on the ground. Just like you.

“That’s better,” Patrick says. “Now, normally, masturbation is forbidden. But this weekend is all about Christian moral education, so you need to learn what to avoid.” Patrick unzips his shorts and pulls out his long, thick penis. It’s partially erect already, and you can see it now much more clearly than you could in the tent last night. Of course now, you’re filled with disgust at the sight of Patrick’s cock.

Mostly.

And Patrick begins to stroke. “The female form arouses the man,” he says. “And blood rushes into the penis.” His cock grows. It must be six or seven inches, solid and thick, and precum begins to ooze out of the tip. “By massaging your penis, you can cause a sexual response that simulates intercourse. Eventually, you will ejaculate, exactly as you would when having sex with your wife.” He’s stroking faster and faster now, his hard cock throbbing. After a moment, cum shoots out of his penis, and you feel it land, hot and sticky, on your stomach. Your instinct is to reach down and wipe it off – maybe even lick yourself clean. But your mind, no matter how dirty, has no control over your body, and all you can do is lie on the ground and receive your coworker’s forbidden seed.