You Begged for Mercy: Coward's Fate

Erik doesn't take the drive easily. You bump and bounce around in the trunk, still gagged with your own underwear, and your arms still securely shackled behind your back. Where is taking you? By the time the car finally stops, you've bumped your head about eight times, and you're feeling a little dizzy. Erik pops the trunk, and drags you out.

You're outside; it takes you a moment, but you recognize this place. Your old Summer Camp; the place where you and Erik met. It's not Summer, so the place is deserted, but you recognize the flagpole at the center of the grounds. The first time that you ever pulled a prank on Erik, you both were eight years old, and you and a few buddies had dragged him out of bed in his underwear and tied him to the flagpole to await a humiliating discovery by the kids and staff in the morning. Erik's intentions start to become clear to you.

"Mmmphhh! Mmmm!" You protest, but with your underwear in your mouth, it's pretty difficult to form a complete sentence. You start to struggle as Erik drags you over to the flagpole. Using a few bungie-cords from his car, he ties you to it on your knees. Your hands are still behind your back, and your cock is obscenely visible to any who would care to glance in your direction.

"I figured that the timing is good. The Summer Camp teenage staff will be here in the morning. I'm sure they'll be happy to let you go." Erik informs you, before tilting your chin up to look him in the eye.

"I expected better from you. All this time, we've been competing, and I didn't know you were just a sniveling little coward under all that talk. I don't need to chain your dick. You're not even worth it."

Erik gets in his car, and drives away. Naked and humiliated, you wriggle and struggle all night, but never manage to get free. A few fresh-faced teenage staffers arrive in the morning, and they all get a good laugh out of the naked loser tied to the flagpole. They eventually untie you, but they don't offer you a ride home, and threaten to call the cops on you, unless you spend the rest of the day cleaning up the camp grounds buck-naked, which you do.

At the end of that day, you return home naked, filthy, humiliated, and soundly vanquished.