Canada Wilderness Trip

Wilderness Trip: Captured by the boys in the Canadian Boundary waters

Back in the mid 1960's, I had dropped out of college, traveled the country for a year or so and wound up in San Francisco. While there, I got my draft notice, and spent my 2 years in the army with an MOS as a medic. I got out of the service in 1967 and returned to college in Minnesota, for my junior year of school. Just before school was about to let out for the summer, I browsed the job applications for summer work on the college work bulletin board. My eye caught an advertisement for a mature male, with some medical background, to serve as a guide and assistant for a youth group on a summer trip to the Canadian boundary water area. That sounded interesting so I wrote down the contact information and made a phone call. The call was answered by a receptionist at a major local company and I was transferred to a person who sounded like an older professional. We talked briefly. He asked a little bit about my background and seemed especially impressed that I had been a year in San Francisco and had been in the army as a medic. He asked if I would be available for a personal interview. We set up a date and time, at an upscale local restaurant.

When I arrived at the luncheon meeting, I was taken by the concierge to a table where I was introduced to George P. and David S. executive looking gentlemen in their early 50's. Sitting with the two adults were two sort of husky boys, about 16 or 17 years old. I was not introduced to the boys. The two adults and I talked for about an hour in what was a very extensive personal interview. They asked for details of my previous work and experience, asked for very detailed information about my time in San Francisco, along with names of acquaintances, both in town and in San Francisco, and asked about my time in the military, along with names of guys in my outfit. The boys listened closely but did not participate in the interview. After the interview, I was told that they would be in touch, and we parted company.

Now, about me. At the time I was 26 years old, 5 ft 11 inches, and 135 pounds. Physically, I had good upper body strength, a 29 inch waist and almost no hips. At the time, I had a small, trim moustache and shoulder length dark brown hair. I had reasonably good looks and was overall in excellent physical condition. While on my travels and while in San Francisco I had experienced most of what the mid 1960's had offered to young people like me, including the free love aspects with willing women and the soft drug scene. That time period was before herpes and well before HIV virus so the sex was really risk free. For several months, I lived in a community house in S.F. with anywhere between 10 and 15 people, depending on who was crashing there at any time. When you went to bed, you really never knew who was going to join you. There always were more people than beds so we all just slept together and got along. It was quite a fascinating experience. While I was intrinsically heterosexual, I came to experience and taste homo and bi sexual enjoyments one on one, in three ways and in groups. While in the army, I was stationed in Okinawa and spent some time in Thailand, and "visited" some of the local rent boys. Anyway, about one week later, I was contacted by George P. and was offered a contract for summer employment. The job was for twelve weeks at a salary of $500 per week. I would be provided with room and board. I was informed that I would be in the Canadian wilderness, with a group of boys, age 12 to 17 and that my only duty would be to provide medical services in the remote case of an injury. Apart from that service, I was told to work out whatever arraignments and accommodations that I could with the boys. Most of the boys had been to this wilderness camp during previous summers so they knew what to do. I was cautioned that the boys were pretty headstrong and were known to have some strong inclinations towards rough play. I would not be responsible for the boys but would only be responsible for resolving any medical emergencies. I was told that I would be fending for myself. Well, the salary was about twice what I could get at any other summer job and the experience sounded great so I accepted the job. A contract was created. It included what I thought was some strange and unnecessary language about my being personally responsible for my actions, for my being aware that the boys often engaged in unique rituals that I may or may not participate in and that I would have no recourse against anyone for personal physical or mental injury. I signed the contract, was given $500 as my first weeks pay and to cover travel expenses, and was given instructions on where to meet the group for the flight to Canada.

I left Minneapolis early in the morning on the last Monday in May, drove to Ely Minnesota and to the outfitter, and asked, as directed, for George P. George came out of the lodge and told me to give my car to one of the resort workers who would take it to a pole barn for storage. I met with the group of boys, which turned out to be 13 boys, looking to be from about 12 to 17 years old. George P introduced me to the two oldest boys, Bill and Steve, who were the ones that had been at the initial interview. George said that these two were pretty much the leaders of the boys. Both were football player types, a little shorter than me but somewhat heaver. George P. had arranged for a luncheon for all us at the outfitters resort, after which we all headed for the dock and got into three of the twin engine DeHaviland Beaver float planes, four to a plane, and took off from the lake. We flew about 45 minutes north, well into Canada. The pilot announced that we had arrived. We circled a lake that was about 6 miles long and about 2 miles wide. I could see a large island in the middle that had several buildings and what appeared to be some tents. While circling, I could see that we were in real wilderness with nothing in sight as far as you could see. We landed on the lake, taxied to a dock and started to unload the boxes and duffle bags that had been on the plane. We had a lot of equipment, as appropriate for a planned 12 week stay. Everything was unloaded onto the dock and the three planes immediately left. I was a bit surprised that we had been left alone so quickly but the boys immediately took things in hand, going up to the cabins, getting a couple of wheel barrows and a couple of wagons and quickly getting our supplies up to the buildings. It was obvious that most of the boys had been here before and that the few new boys were quickly directed on what to do. I was left alone, not doing anything. I kind of felt out of the loop, but just let things happen. The boys were all busy. There were three of the youngest boys, one of which seemed to have been at the camp before who finally came up to me and took me to one of the tents, saying that I was to put my stuff there. The tent was a wall style about 10 ft by 12 ft, with a chair, a cot and a foot locker. I put my stuff away and then just walked around the campground, getting my bearings. The camp area had six buildings, four of which were cottages, one of which was a large lodge and one looked like some kind of utility building, seemingly having a kitchen. There was electric power in the camp area with lights on in several of the buildings. There was a very faint sound of a generator that seemed to be located at the far end of the island. There were several wall tent structures with white canvass siding. By now, it was late afternoon. The boys had fixed a dinner and set up places for us at a large outdoor table. As the boys gathered, I was a bit surprised to see that several of the boys, including the three young ones that had acted as my guide and had shown me my tent, had taken off their clothes. There were five nude boys with the remaining eight boys wearing simple shorts or swim suits. I was the only one wearing a full set of clothes. It was actually kind of cute with my three young guides having very limited but bushy pubic hair and small but very stiff cocks. The other nude boys seemed to be justly proud of their equipment. Both of them had at least partial erections and had cock lengths in the 6 inch range, generally a bit smaller than my own 8 inches. Anyway, we sat down for dinner with me being put at one end of the table. The food was good, a combination of meat and vegetables which clearly represented a balanced and nutritious meal. It seemed that the boys knew how to cook and also knew what to eat. Drinks had been set up in advance with each place having two large glasses of liquid, which they said was lemonade and which was a bit tart but tasted reasonably good with a lemon flavor. We ate well and I drank both large glasses. At the end, Steve, the oldest and biggest of the boys gave a toast, to me and to the last civilized, solid meal. I thought that a bit strange, but we all toasted. At that time, the trip turned.

The boys all got up and came to me. They surrounded me, helped me up from the table and led me to a nearby clear space. I was grabbed from behind by one of the bigger boys and was grabbed on all sides by the rest. I was wrestled to the ground, face down with boys on top of me and boys holding each arm and each leg. I struggled, but could not really move or resist. One of the boys had a short length of chain that had links that were about an inch and a half long made from one quarter inch diameter steel. I felt a length of the chain being wrapped around my neck and heard the click of a padlock. My arms were stretched out to both sides and leather cuffs were being placed and locked around each wrist. My shoes and socks were removed with a leather cuff wrapped around each ankle and locked with a padlock. My arms were forced behind my back with the leather cuffs that were on each wrist clipped together. I felt my arms being drawn upwards. A length of chain was attached to the clipped wrists and clipped to the chain that acted as a collar around my neck. With that, the boys got off of me. I rolled over onto my back and tried to get up. I found that there was a section of the metal chain, about 12 inches long, connecting the cuffs that had been locked around each ankle. I was still fully dressed but was pretty well trussed up and hobbled. The boys then just left the area and I was alone. I managed to get to my feet. I yelled for some one to help but was ignored. I was able to hobble along, ankles chained and wrists behind my back with my hands stretched high up my back, connected to the neck collar. I hobbled around for a while with all of the boys avoiding me. I was not sure where to go so I slowly hobbled back to the tent where my things were. When I got there I found that everything I had was gone. The foot locker had a large padlock on it and it looked like all of my stuff was under lock and key. I did not really know what to do, and by now it had gotten almost dark, so I just sat down on a chair next to the cot. The three young, and still nude boys came into the tent, attached a leather leash to one of the chain links of my neck collar, tugged and away we went. They walked slowly and I hobbled along. We went to one of the permanent cabins. It was clearly their place, with their clothing and other thing strewn about. The only bed was one very large, almost king size platform bed. The boys placed a mat on the floor next to the bed and had me lay down. There was an eye bolt in the floor that had a short, about six inch, length of chain attached. One of the boys had a padlock and locked the short length of chain from the eyebolt to the chain that was around my neck. I was covered with a heavy blanket and it was clear that I was there for the night. The boys all got into the big platform bed and started to have rather noisy sex. They made no attempt to conceal what they were doing and I could hear the tell tale sounds of oral and anal sex, accompanied by lots of laughing and giggling. That went on for a long time. I had drifted off to sleep several times and woke up to hear them still at it. Finally, everything was quiet and I went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up and lay there, waiting for one of the boys to get up. I had to piss badly and felt like I also was going to have diarrhea. Finally one of the boys got up, unlocked me from the floor eyebolt and using the leash clipped to my chain collar, he along with the other two boys, led me outside, and about a hundred yards to a central clearing, to what looked like a10 foot tall power post. There were several eyebolts in the post. The boys backed me up to the post and used a padlock to attach my neck chain to the eyebolt. There I stood while they went back to their cabin. Pretty soon, quite a few of the other boys were up and about. All of them just ignored me. There were three pairs of boys with fishing gear who went down to the lake. I heard the outboard motors start and they were off. Several boys were nude and went down to the lake to bathe. There was the smell of cooking. Most of the boys eventually gathered at the outside table for breakfast. They all continued to ignore me. After breakfast, they all seemed to head off in different directions for chores. I heard the sound of wood chopping and other sounds of general area cleanup. The boys collected a huge pile of pine needles and spread them almost four feet thick and about 40 feet square over a flat space near the center of the compound. They placed several large canvass tarps over the pine needles, tied the edges of the tarps together and fastened the tarps down with tent pegs. They jumped up and down and bounced around on the covered pine needle area like it was a big spring bed. Several of the boys stripped nude, hopped on the "spring bed" and engaged in a variety of sex acts. There were a couple of pairs in 69 positions, several fucking each other and a small group in a daisy chain. The frolicking went on for a while and eventually faded out with the boys returning to various chores. By this time, most everyone in the camp was nude except where clothing seemed necessary for chores in the woods. Eventually, one of the older boys came up to me and put a chair next to the post. I tried to talk to him but he just gave me a stare and said nothing. He unlocked my neck chain from the eyebolt, had me sit down and then re fastened my neck collar to a lower height eyebolt in the post with a short piece of chain. I told him that I had to go to the bathroom but he continued to ignore me and did not say a word. Eventually, my three little nude fellows came out and brought me water and the same type of lemonade that I had at last night's dinner. I was quite thirsty and had a big glass of the lemonade followed by some water. I said that I had to piss and they said to go ahead, whenever I needed to. They then went away. I still had all of my clothing on so I could not piss. I did hold my piss for a couple of hours then I could not hold it any longer and pissed in my pants. At about the same time, diarrhea struck and I shit in my pants. There was nothing that I could do but just sit there in my shit and piss. A while latter, a couple of the older boys came by, detached me from the post, put the leash on my neck chain and led me to a different area that was in the sun. As I hobbled along, the piss and shit ran down my legs. The boys just ignored it. I was re attached to a post, standing up. Soon, my three little helpers brought me water and more lemonade. I drank what I could. Standing by the post, I again could not hold my shit and again soiled my pants. I also pissed again and was a filthy mess with piss and shit running down my pants leg. I was soon standing in a pool of shit. The sun was hot so my shit really started to stink. The shit and piss dried out and my crotch started to itch. I was getting miserable. Later in the afternoon, I was unlocked from this post and led back to my sitting post which by now was also in the sun. On the way back, my hobbling made for clumsy walking and I shit more. I had piss and shit running down both legs and dried shit in my crouch. I was made to sit down and felt the shit squishing around my ass and crotch. I felt terrible.

It was getting to be late afternoon when Steve came by. He asked me how I was doing and I said that I was miserable. He said that he would have the boys take off the clothes and clean me up but that these clothes were the only ones that I could have for the rest of the time at camp. If I wanted the clothing gone, they would be gone for good and I would be naked for the duration. I was miserable so I quickly said yes, have the clothes removed. A bit later, the three naked young lads, who seemingly had been assigned as my caretakers, showed up. They had a pair of scissor and a knife and a small bag. They proceeded to cut off my shirt with the scissors by slicing up both sleeves and up the back. They cut off my pants by slicing the waist band on both sides and slicing down both legs. The clothes were pushed into a pile, picked up with a shovel and carried to the trash bucket. They had left my underwear on. They unlocked me from the post, re-attached the leash to my neck chain and led me down to the lake, into the water next to the dock and out to water that was a little more than 2 feet deep. They looped my leash through an eyebolt on the dock, cinching my head down so I was bent over, They then proceeded to wash me down with brushes and ice cold lake water. They got me pretty clean. I was cold but starting to feel human again. They then took the knife and cut down both sides of my underwear. I was now as naked as they were. They scrubbed my buns and ass and got the brushes busy on my cock and balls. They scrubbed until it started to hurt. They kept at the cock and balls, both with the brushes and with their hands until I was fully hard. One of them stuck his finger up my ass. They then took turns with one two or three fingers up my ass. At one time two of the boys had fingers up my ass tugging sideways and spreading the hole. There was a black painted 50 gallon barrel on the dock that had a small hose attached to the bottom. They stuck the hose up my ass and proceeded to clean me out. The barrel, painted black, held water that was cool but not ice cold. I later found out that the boys used water from the barrel to clean up since the lake water was really ice cold. They flushed out my ass, repeating the flushing a couple of dozen times. When they tired of this playing, they spread some kind of lotion over my crotch area and put some up my ass. They then untied my collar from the dock. One of the boys got a small brush and a tube of tooth paste out of the bag & told me to open up. The brush was kind of strange, more like an artists paint brush but with a small, maybe half inch diameter, bristled ball on the end. They brushed my teeth and the corners of my mouth. After this cleaning, they led me back up to the camp area to the tall post and locked my neck chain to the post so I was standing, backed up against the post. I stood there, naked, for a few hours. The rest of the boys were going about their tasks, some fishing, some cutting wood, some just fooling around, I could smell food cooking and by now was quite hungry, and having nothing to eat since before we flew in. All that I had was the lemon tasting drink and water. I was generally ignored except for a couple of times where a couple boys walked by, lifted up my cock and balls and made an inspection. The boys were dressed or undressed as they saw fit. Most were naked, some with shirts on but no one seemed to be wearing anything from the waist down with the exception of the boys who were working in the woods who had pants and shirts on for protection. The boys who were fishing had either shorts on or were naked. The canvas "bed" was in occasional use with a few boys bouncing around, sucking, fucking and generally messing around with each other. Everyone seemed to be in the routine of the camp that was to last for the next twelve weeks. I had no idea what was going on. I did not know the names of any of the boys except Steve, and except for my three little caretakers who called each other mikey, jimmy and johnny. While I was standing tied to the post one of the mid aged naked boys walked by with a willow swich and amused himself for a few minutes by whipping my cock, balls and inner thighs. I asked him his name and tried to talk with him but got no response. The willow witch whipping eventually got me hard. The boy yanked on my cock, eventually to the point where it just hurt. The play with my cock and balls was not done in any kind of fun, sexual, way but just as an amusement. It seemed that for the most part, the boys had decided, or had been directed to treat me as a fixture and not as part of the group.

The boys gathered for lunch, which did smell wonderful. After lunch, Steve came to me and just stood there looking. I asked him what was going on. He said that I would find out in due course. I said that I was hungry. He said that my diet for the trip had been carefully selected and worked out and that the nutrition would start that afternoon. In the meantime, I was to drink water but that the lemonade treatment had come to an end. That conversation did not add to my information and Steve walked away without any more talk. About an hour later, six of the older boys, including Steve came up to me with a bag of stuff. They got out something made of leather straps, which turned out to be a harness for my head. They took their time, parting my long hair down the middle and fitting the head harness. It had straps down the middle, straps around the back of my head, a strap around the upper part of my neck and one small strap across my mouth. It had buckles and rings at several places. They took their time to custom fit the harness snugly to my head. All of the buckles had places for locks. Instead of locks, they used steel rings, closed with pliers. I definitely knew this was intended as a harness that would stay on for a while. When they were satisfied, they put a blindfold over my eyes. I felt the thin strap over my mouth being removed. Steve said "open up" and had his fingers at my mouth. I did not know what they were doing so I clenched my teeth. Steve again said "open up". Someone grabbed my balls and squeezed, hard. Steve said "open up or else". The squeezing of the balls got worse, then my balls were pulled, and then twisted. The pain was so bad that I finally relented and opened my mouth a bit. I then felt something hard inserted. It was round, very rigid, felt like it was about an inch and a half in diameter and tasted of rubber. I had seen pictures of various gags and knew that this was one. As it went into my mouth, I felt it with my tongue and knew it was a hollow cylinder; I had seen pictures of a ring gag, intended to keep the mouth open, and knew that was what this object was. The straps across my mouth were attached to the ring gag and firmly fit. The blindfold was taken off. I watched the final fitting of the head harness with the ring gag and watched as metal ring locks were cinched in place with pliers. For the first time I became afraid of what was happening to me. Once the fitting of the head harness and gag was finished, they disconnected the chain that linked the cuffs on my ankles that had hobbled my walking and unlocked the collar from the post. I was forced down to my knees, backed up to the post and the padlock was used to fasten my collar chain to an eyebolt on the post that was just a bit over three feet off the ground. My feet were pulled back, on both sides of the post. A length of chain was attached to each ankle cuff and clipped to the cuffs on my wrists. A new length of chain was wrapped around my waist, as a belt, and locked with a padlock. That waist chain was then cinched to the post which held my back tight to the post. With that finished, the boys stepped back to examine their work. I could not move my head more that an inch or two, restrained by the padlock from the neck chain to the post. I could not move my torso much more, restrained by the connection from my waist chain to the post. Steve and two of the bigger boys said that they would see me later and left. A group of the boys had gathered to watch. One of the older boys displaying a very nice 6 inch hard prick, advanced to me. He grabbed a handful of hair on both sides of my head and guided his cock through the ring gag and into my mouth. Suck, he said. Close those lips and suck. When I did nothing, he backed off and wound up, giving me a very firm open handed slap across the cheek. He then knelt, grabbed my balls, gave a good hard squeeze and a couple of twists. "Either you suck or these nuts get taken off", he said. "Now, let's try again". He stood up and slid the cock back into the ring gag, "Suck, Now" he shouted and pulled hard on my hair. I closed my lips around the gag and sucked. "Use the Tongue" he shouted. I did, twisting my tongue around his cock. I sucked as best I could. I could feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. He had hold of my hair and ears and pumped into my mouth. I could feel his cock getting extra hard and he pumped his come into my mouth. "Swallow" he shouted. I did. He stayed in my mouth for a about a minute, gradually getting soft. He pulled out. Immediately another one of the boys took his place. Suck, swallow, same process. After the second boy, I was given a drink of water. I tried to rinse out my mouth and spit but was immediately stopped. Swallow it all I was told. The third boy then took his place. He was already fully hard from watching the two previous boys and quickly thrust in to his pubic hairs. This boy's cock was longer and I gagged on his length. He rammed his cock to the back of my throat and I gagged. He drew back and thrust again and again and quickly spurted his come. As he came, he held my head tight to his groin and I could feel the come going directly down my throat. The lubrication of the come fluids actually seemed to ease some of the gag reaction. With that, the boys walked off and I was left alone. That however was not to last. I received a constant string of visitors all afternoon, each fucking my face. After a couple of hours and perhaps 20 sessions of cock sucking, one of the older boys walked up with an iron rod, some 5 feet long and a couple of the collapsible water bags. He unlocked the padlock that held my neck tight to the post and substituted a 6 inch length of chain. I could now move my head a bit. He stuck the iron rod into the ground right in front of me and hung the two bags from it. Each of the bags had spigots but the spigots had been modified so that instead of the normal push button spigot, there was a spigot that looked like a three inch long rubber cock. The boy said that the one bag with the clear fluid was water. The bag having a white, cloudy color and a milky looking fluid was nourishment. I was to suck on both bags and was to completely empty the approximate quart of fluid from the nourishment bag. He said to get to it. I would have a half an hour to finish things and would not like the consequences if I did not empty the bags. I was not too happy about anything but at this point I was glad to be at least a bit loose from the post, and was quite thirsty so I decided to comply. I tried to suck on the bags and found that there was a small slit in each of the rubber cocks that allowed air in. to get the water out, I had to take the entire rubber plug into my mouth and seal the small air slits with my lips. The sucking was sort of like sucking on a baby bottle except the nipple was in the shape of a three inch long and about 1.5 inch diameter cock. The cock shaped nipple fit nicely into the ring gag. I closed my lips around the rubber cock. When the rubber cock was deep enough into my mouth, my lips would seal the small air slit and I was able to suck the fluids. It was a bit of an effort and took quite a bit of time to drain both bags. About 45 minutes later, Steve came up, with a chair, sat down in front of me and said that it was about time for a talk. I tried to say something but could not get out anything intelligible through the ring gag. He told me to shut up, just listen and shake or nod my head for an answer. He said that I may not have had this type of service in mind but that my next twelve weeks would be spent in sexually serving the group. I was to be just a thing to be used. I should not expect to get any pleasure out of it and that is just the way that it will be. However, there will be certain pain that I would receive for poor service or for disobedience, which will be immediate and increasingly severe. Up to this time, I had not been given any opportunity for non compliance. From this point on, he suggested that I not resist and that I just decide to do what I was told and to do what I had to. If there was any resistance from me, he said that I would regret it. He said that I was to be restrained and gagged for the entire time if necessary and that my only relief might, and he re-emphasized might, come if I showed that I would be fully, absolutely fully, compliant without the restraints. For the foreseeable future, I was to be fully restrained. He told me that the early liquid, the lemon tasting stuff, was some thing called calcium citrate, a liquid commonly used to fully clean the intestines prior to colonoscopies. It flushes out all solids from the intestinal system. At this time the fluid had accomplished the purpose so that I did not have any solid food in my system. He said that I would not consume any solid food again for the duration. A special fully balanced and nutritious diet has been prepared, with the input of a professional dietician. The primary component will be protein, consisting of the semen and sperm of the boys. Each boy is charged with contributing his part to the diet. I will be required to suck each boy off a minimum of two times each day and to swallow the come. Those emissions will provide the basis for a protein rich diet. Each boy can, and likely will, contribute more if they want but each is charged with meeting the minimum two a day emissions. The protein intake that I will receive by sucking off the boys will be tracked on a health chart. The semen and the associated high protein ejaculate fluids provide the basis for a relatively complete diet, lacking some essentials. Those proteins will be supplemented by a liquid blend of vitamins and a liquid dietary supplement that will insure complete nutrition. I was to consume the daily allocation of the supplement that would be provided in the bag. I should also drink about 2 quarts of water per day. That will be my nourishment. He said that the program has been established by a professional dietician and calls for me to be weighed daily and for me to be provided with sufficient added supplemental nourishment to maintain weight. Now, he said, I was expected to get with the program. They expected this to be a process that I was to learn and a program that I was to comply with. Steve said that I did not have a choice. The program will occur with or without my co-operation. He said that the sooner I came to the realization that there was no choice and that my full compliance was going to happen, the better things will be for me. He said that all of the boys hoped that the use of force will be minimal. He said that they did have equipment and techniques to rapidly assure compliance if needed. The two bags that I had sucked on a while ago will be my daily water intake along with my daily liquid supplemental nourishment. The taking of nourishment and water by sucking out of those bags through the rubber cocks, along with the sucking of the cocks of all the boys will be the only way that I would receive nourishment and survive this experience. He said that he really did hope that I would physically survive and that he would not have to report my death, but, if I really did totally refuse to co-operate, than I would not survive the twelve weeks, due to dehydration or malnutrition. He said that they did have a plausible story ready if that should occur. He said that I likely had questions but, with that gadget in my mouth, any question will have to go unasked.

Now, Steve said, it's my turn at your mouth. There are three of us in camp whose cocks are too big to easily fit into the ring gag. We sized the ring for the younger and smaller boys. The three of us, with somewhat larger cocks, need special help. My cock will fit into the ring when soft but will not come out when it is hard. I will use some ky jelly as a lubricant on the gag ring. You will be well advised to get me off as soon as you can. Since my cock is also somewhat longer, it is likely that I was going to have a more extensive gag reaction. Steve said that the best thing for me to do was to swallow the head of his cock and suck hard. Remember, he said, that he will be able to draw back a bit, to let me breathe, but that he would not be able to draw his cock totally out of the ring until it is made soft, after coming. He said that he thought it best to leave the 6 inch neck chain in place to give me a bit of head maneuver room. He cautioned that I should suck like my life depended on it.

With that, he took out a tube of ky, and spread some on the gag ring. He took off his shirt and dropped his shorts, standing there naked. He brought his cock next to my lips and asked if I could get my tongue out to it. I stuck my tongue into the ring gag. He pushed his cock in just far enough and told me to lick the tip. I did that for a few minutes; he was starting to get hard and pushed in, through the ring. This was definitely the biggest mouthful that I had. He said to use my tongue. He said suck and I did. I closed my lips over the gag tube and sucked as hard as I could. I felt the cock at the back of my throat and then felt if going down into my throat. I gagged big time, with some of the water and other fluids that I had taken coming back up from my stomach to my throat. I could not breathe. He said "swallow" which I tried to do. He backed out a bit and I got a breath of air. He thrust back in, saying "Swallow". I tried and gagged. I was dying. I was choking on fluids, could not breathe and could not swallow. He kept pulling back a bit and pushing back in. I alternated between trying to swallow, gagging and trying to breathe. This went on and on. I felt him getting harder, he pushed deeper into my throat and came, in huge spurts, right into the deepest part of my throat. When he quit spurting, he pulled back a bit so I could again breathe. He told me to gently suck and tongue until the cock was small enough so he could get it out of the ring gag. He eventually softened and pulled out. With that, he picked up his shorts, disconnected the 6 inch chain and refastened my neck directly to the post. By this time there were several of the boys who had gathered to watch and I knew that more turns at me were to occur. Each waiting boy, in turn, had me suck him off. That action continued until after dark. Several boys came out, unlocked the chain from around my waist, disconnected the chains between my ankles, replaced the ankle hobble chain, disconnected me from the post, reattached my leash and handed me back to my three young handlers. They led me down to the lake, led me into the water and washed me down. They used the strange brush and brushed out my mouth. The brush now fit fairly well in and around the ring gag. Apparently they had known well in advance that this kind of brush was going to be necessary. They held up the plastic water jug and let me suck some water into my mouth, to rinse out. They flushed out my ass with water from the dock side drum, which was reasonably warm. They then led me back to their cabin. They lay me face up on the floor mat with my neck collar again clipped to the floor bolt. Tonight, each of the three boys knelt over me, straddled my head and stuck their cocks into my mouth. These little cocks, about 4 inches long and not much more that ¾ inches diameter, fit easily into the ring. I understood by this time that my comfort likely depended to a large extent on their attention and that I really did not have any current option so I tried to do my best to give each of them a good suck. After that I was covered with the blanket and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.

I was awake the next morning before my three caretakers woke up. When they did start to wake, one came to me, pulled the blanket off and sat down on my face with his legs straddling my head. He leaned forward, holding my head firmly straight using his hands and his knees. He stuck his little cock into the ring gag and said "suck and swallow". I closed my lips as tight as I could and sucked. At that time he let out a stream of piss. I gagged, choked and swallowed most of his piss. When he finished pissing he said "suck" and I continued to suck until he came. The other two boys followed in turn, sitting on my face, holding tight, pissing in my mouth as I sucked and eventually coming in my mouth. That was the first time that I had tasted piss and it was bitter. The come that followed the piss actually tasted a bit sweet and cleared the piss taste away. After they finished, my leash was untied from the floor and I was led out. They led me to the lake, washed me down, washed out my mouth, brushed my teeth and then led me to a post next to the big canvass bed and padlocked my neck collar to the post with me standing up. They then went for their breakfast, joining other boys at the table. As the breakfast was finishing, several boys came over to me. They had a large, brass colored padlock with a hask that was about three quarter's inches in diameter. That also had a steel ring that was about two inches in diameter. They put the larger ring into the padlock hasp, grabbed my balls, pulled the nut sack down to stretch out the scrotum and snapped the padlock hasp closed around my nut sack. They then connected a leash to the two inch diameter ring that had been looped into the hasp of the brass padlock that was now around my ball sac. They then disconnected the hobble chain from my ankle chains and led me, pulling on my balls, to the center of the canvas bed. One boy lay down on his back and pulled on the leash, having me kneel down and suck his cock. As I knelt there I felt some lubricant at my ass and felt a cock at my asshole. The boy that I was sucking held onto my hair and pumped at my mouth. The boy at my ass found the hole and pushed in. In my entire life I had only had one cock up my ass before and that was quite a few years prior, when I was in the California commune. The current cock was not very big, the lubrication was doing its job and the boy slid in easily and proceeded to pump my ass. The boy at my mouth came, with me swallowing his ejaculation. The boy at my ass pulled out and came up to my face, inserting the cock, fresh from my ass into the gag ring. Surprisingly, this cock, fresh from my asshole, did not really taste very much of shit. Apparently my liquid diet was acting to minimize any fecal taste or odor. As this boy was fucking my mouth, another entered my ass. This process continued for quite a while with a boy fucking my ass but not coming inside me but instead, pulling out of my ass and getting into my mouth where I would suck until he came. I remembered what Steve had said about the daily dosage of come and realized that each boy was enjoying fucking my ass but was doing his part to feed me sperm and seminal fluids. Every boy on the mat came to me in turn to fuck my ass and to deposit his load in my mouth. It seemed like the boys took their turns in order with the smaller cocks first, building up to the larger cocks. The final three boys were Steve, Bill and another boy. Each of them added lube to my ass, saying that they did not want this hole abused too much as it needed to be healthy for a long time. Their cocks did feel huge, my ass was fully stuffed. Each entered my mouth after spreading lube on the ring gag. Each cock went deep into my throat, causing me to gag. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to swallow and to breathe without too much gagging. Eventually, all three came in my mouth and the ordeal was over. Several of the boys then reconnected my ankle hobble chain, attached a leash to the ring that was in the padlock around my ball sac, led me back to a post, sat me down on a low stool and hooked my collar to the post. In about an hour, my three little handlers came up to me with the bags containing my water and the supplemental nourishment. Lunch and dinner, they said. They held the bag in front of me. I sucked on the rubber cock attached to the water bag to quench my thirst. I did not really want the other bag but they said that I had to and that they were directed to whip me if I did not empty the quart bag. So, I sucked the other bag dry.

A while later, two boys walked up, grabbed my hair and stuck their cocks into the ring gag. "Suck" they said. I sucked both boys off. That was repeated all morning and into the afternoon with one boy or a group of boys coming up and getting sucked off. One boy, maybe about 16 with reddish hair had his cock in my mouth and started to piss in my mouth. I spit some piss out. He pulled out of my mouth, slapped me hard on both cheeks and said "suck and swallow it all". He stuck his cock back in and proceeded to slowly let his piss go, in small spurts. I managed to swallow the piss and then sucked him to ejaculation. The youngest of the three boys with the huge cocks came by. He had a good size tube of ky jelly, spread some on the ring gag and then said to stick out my tongue. He put a big glob of the jelly lubricant on my tongue and told me to keep it in my mouth as long as possible. I felt the ky kind of dissolving like jello. He then entered my mouth and proceeded to fuck my face. The ky had lubricated my throat so that his cock slid all the way in. I could feel the tip deep in my throat and did not gag. He pulled out to let me breathe and thrust back, deep into my throat. I found that I could service him with only a little discomfort. He took his time, drawing out and then getting deep into my throat. Eventually I felt him getting extra hard; he thrust in, stayed there and pumped me full of his come. I was able to swallow it all. He pulled out, said "good job" and left. Late that afternoon, I was disconnected from this post and led back to the canvas bed where the boys again fucked my ass and came on my mouth. That session involved almost all of the boys with a couple of boys seemingly sucked twice. I was then given back to my three little handlers who led me first to the lake for a scrub and then back to their cottage. This time they tied the ring around my nut sack to the floor bolt using a short length of chain and covered me for the night's sleep.

This became the daily routine. My hands were still clipped together behind my back with the clipped wrists connected to my collar chain by a short length of chain. For the next couple of days, I was led around by the balls, given a morning bath in the lake and then spent the morning on the canvass bed being fucked by all and sucking the ejaculate out of all the boys. That was followed by a mid day time period where I was attached to a post, using a clip from my collar to an eye bolt. I was either sitting on a low stool or kneeling. The wrist cuffs were always connected behind my back and attached to my neck collar. Sometimes, the ring around my balls was attached to the post. At other times, my balls were attached to the top of a metal post that was driven into the ground. At all times I was restrained. Twice a day, while tied to the post, I was "fed" the water and nutrient mixture from the plastic suck bags. I spent a late afternoon and early evening session on the canvas bag play area for fuck and suck sessions and was then led by the three young handlers to the lake for a scrub down and then to bed. The daily sessions were getting to be routine. The part that I really did not like was the occasional drinking of piss but only the red head kid; one other boy and occasionally my little handlers seemed to want to piss into my mouth. The three little handler boys washed me daily. Either Steve or Bill checked my mouth and asshole carefully every time they got sucked to make sure that there was no chaffing sores around my mouth and that my asshole was not torn, ripped or chaffed. They occasionally applied a large dollop of Vaseline into my asshole and also applied salve or other lubricant to my mouth and lips as they felt was necessary. Obviously, they wanted me in condition to continue the sexual service.

After a few days and after the morning canvass bed session, Steve and a few of the boys led me to the far side of the camp and to a place with two trees with crotches that had a horizontal cross bar placed in the tree crotch. The cross bar was a 6 inch by 6 inch timber and was about 10 feet off the ground. There was a steel pipe, about 2 inch in diameter hung from the timber so it was just higher than the top of my head. They clipped a chain between my neck collar to an eyebolt in the middle of the steel pipe and one by one unclipped my hands from behind my back, had me grab the steel pipe and re-clipped each wrist to other eyebolts on the pipe, spaced about 2 feet apart. The pipe looked like a trapeze bar and that is exactly what it turned out to be. They removed the hobble chains from my ankle cuffs. This was the first time in many days that my arms were not cinched behind my back. They said "exercise time" and told to do chin ups and to run in place. I did about 20 chin ups, was able to bend my knees and swing on the bar and was able to bounce on my toes and run in place. A couple of the boys stayed to watch and the rest wandered off. The exercise felt good and, except for the mouth gag, I felt relatively normal for the first time in many days. The boys encouraged me to keep at the workout, saying that it would be my only chance for a while. I worked hard and spent a lot of time just bouncing on my toes and enjoying having my arms relatively free and being able to move the legs and stretch my back. After an hour or so, the boys who were watching me said enough. They attached a length of chain to each ankle cuff, pulled each leg sideways about a foot and attached to peg that was in the ground. I was now holding onto the trapeze bar by my hands with my feet spread wide apart. They brought a small stool over and by standing on it reached a level where they could fuck my ass. I stood there, able to wiggle a bit but not able to move much, while they fucked me. When they were finished, a few other boys came over and they prepared to remove me from the trapeze bar. They first replaced the hobble chain between my ankle cuffs. They then removed my wrist cuffs from the bar, one by one, but instead of fastening the wrists behind my back. They clipped each wrist to a links of the neck chain on each side of the collar around my throat. They then re-attached the leash to the ring that was in the padlock around my nut sack and unclipped my collar from the trapeze bar. I was then led back to a post, made to kneel down, clipped my collar to the post, removed the ankle hobble and reattached the hobble with my legs on both sides of the post. The routine of the boys, coming by to be sucked off then continued. The exercise break was a welcome relief but the daily routine resumed except that every other day I was led to the exercise area and allowed to stretch and do some muscle work. I noticed at this time that I had not shit for quite some time. Apparently the totally liquid diet, consisting of the ejaculate from the boys and the water and nourishment liquid sucked from the bags, along with the morning and evening enemas in the lake, kept me cleaned out. I also noticed that most boys fucked my ass and then had me suck them off. As their cocks came directly from my ass to my mouth, the taste was actually a bit sweet, and not at all tasting of fecal material. I also noticed that I was building up some added upper body strength; from the hard workouts and that I seemed to have lost a bit of weight around my waist and hips. Actually, apart from the ring gag and the confinement of my arms, I felt fairly healthy.

Some number of days later, I really can't define the time lines since one day led directly to another, with no real difference, and shortly after the morning session on the tarp bed, and after I had been re connected to my normal morning post, Steve came to me, sat down and said that we should talk. He said that a number of the boys thought that I could be released from some of the restraints, especially from the mouth gag. Steve said that he was not sure. He asked if I could and would continue to provide the daily service to everyone without the gag. I vigorously nodded my head. Steve then took a stainless steel apparatus out of his bag and showed it to me. It was a clamp type devise. He said that it was a dental and medical apparatus that was used to open a patient's mouth, regardless of how the patient resisted. He said that they had used the devise a couple of years ago on another person, like me, that had been selected to serve the group. That person had refused to open his mouth and the apparatus was used. It wound up that two of the guy's teeth were broken before the apparatus was able to be installed but that eventually, the apparatus was installed and the ring gag inserted. Steve asked if I was released from the gag, would I continue to serve the boys or would the apparatus be required to re-insert the gag. He asked me to nod my head if I wanted to be released from the gag and, if I was released would I then would continue to provide suck service. I vigorously nodded my head. Steve then disconnected my neck collar from the post and reconnected me using a 6 inch chain. He then got two pairs of pliers out and started to remove the steel rings that locked the head harness. He removed the harness, leaving the gag ring in place. He then, slowly, pulled the ring gag out of my mouth. As soon as the gag was out, he inserted several fingers into my mouth and massaged the bottom of my jaw to relax the muscles. I closed my mouth, for the first time in many days, around his fingers. He told me to suck on his fingers, which I did. He then stood up, dropped his shorts and presented me with his flaccid cock. He told me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth sucked it and tongued it for all that I was worth. He started to get hard and started to fuck my face. I took his length into my throat, quite happy that I could suck him without the gag. He thrust in and I took him, deep throat, and sucked hard. Steve's long cock passed into my throat, I gagged a bit but sucked hard to east the discomfort. Steve drew out to let me breathe and pumped my face. He started to come and drove his cock deep into my throat; I sucked hard and swallowed his come. After he came, Steve kept his cock in my mouth, letting it shrink slowly. As it was softening, he told me to tongue it and to suck softly. I did as he told me and paid homage to the now flaccid cock. He stayed in my mouth for quite a few minutes and eventually withdrew, He said, "good job" He reconnected my neck to the post using the short clip, picked up his shorts and walked off. That afternoon, all of the boys visited me to be sucked off without the gag in my mouth. They all seemed to enjoy the experience of using my mouth without the steel ring. I think that everyone used my mouth, many did several times.

That afternoon, when I was brought to the canvass bed, my wrists were disconnected from the neck collar and re clipped behind my back. I was almost free of restraints. I had the chain collar around my neck, leather cuffs on both wrists and cuffs around both ankles. There was a leash connected to my balls with the other end of the leash clipped loosely to the neck chain. However, nothing was tightly interconnected. Boys grabbed my hair and brought my face to their crotch to suck them off. I was put on my back with my legs in the air and fucked. One boy lay down and had me sit on his cock, being fucked as he lay back and relaxed. It was a relief to be mostly unrestrained and it was definitely nice to not have the mouth gag in place. I was eager to please everyone. That evening, after the canvass mat session, with my wrist cuffs locked behind my back and otherwise relatively unrestrained; I was led by the leash attached to my balls to our cabin. My three handler boys laid me down in their queen size bed, unclipped the lease from my balls, and with my hands still clipped behind my back, the four of us snuggled down for a nights sleep. Some time in the middle of the night, one of the boys moved up, grabbed my jaw and offered his cock to be sucked. I sucked, and then held his cock in my mouth as he went back to sleep. A short time later, one of the boys grabbed my hair and guided me down to his cock. Again, I sucked until the boy went back to sleep and then continued to keep his soft cock in my mouth. In the morning, I was laying on my back, in the bed, with the three boys. One boy sat up, moved over my face and sat on my face. He said for me to suck his ass. With his little balls in my nose and his asshole at my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and gave him a good rimming. He giggled, bounced on my face and generally enjoyed the feel of my tongue in his ass hole. When the tired of this, the other two boys, in turn, had me tongue their ass holes. They all got the giggles from it. After that, they asked me to suck them off, which I did, in turn. When we had finished our early morning fun, they clipped the leash to my ball ring and, with my hands still clipped behind me, led me first to the lake for my morning bath and clean out and then to the post and attached my neck chain to the post. A short time later, Steve came up, unclipped my neck chain from the post and re attached me using a foot long length of chain and a padlock. He then unclipped my hands from behind my back. I was now almost unrestrained, with my mouth free and my hands free. The only restraint was a padlock between my neck chain and the post. The boys started coming to me for the morning routine. They offered their cocks. I sucked them in, putting my hands behind them to pull their ass cheeks in. I worked their cocks hard, taking each cock as deep into my mouth as I could and sucking as hard as I could. I did not want any boy complaining so that I might be forced to have the gag reinstalled. That continued all day long, as boys came to me to be sucked off, I did my best. That afternoon session on the Canvass bed was almost totally un restrained. I had the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs along with the neck chain however there were no straps or connectors between any of the cuffs and no leash on my balls. I serviced all of the boys, in any way they wanted without hesitation. That evening the leash was attached to my balls and I was walked back to our cottage by the three boys. I had no mouth gag and no hobble chain between my ankles and my wrists were not tied or connected. We, all four of us, slept in the same bed. During the night, I was woken twice by boys, one wanting to be sucked, and another wanting his ass eaten out. In the morning, two of the boys wanted to be sucked, not really for sex but so that they could piss in my mouth. I accepted and swallowed their piss, and followed up by sucking them off to ejaculation. When we all were awake and up, the boys led me to the lake where I was washed up and then taken to the canvass bed. My leash was removed and with my wrists unclipped and ankles not hobbled, I got onto the bed and accommodated any boy, in whatever fashion and for whatever pleasure he wanted. When the session on the bed ended, the boys went about their morning chores and left me alone. I got up and walked around the camp ground area. At this time I had no leash, no hobble and my wrist cuffs and neck chain were not connected. I was really free for normal walking. My three young handlers stuck fairly close to me, within eye shot. As I walked by one boy, he motioned to me and said "suck". I came over to him, knelt down and sucked him off. As I finished, another boy said for me to kneel on all fours. He proceeded to fuck my ass. Another boy flipped me over on my back in the dirt, raised my legs over his shoulders and started to fuck me. As this was occurring. Another boy sat on my face and told me to rim him. I stuck my tongue up his ass hole as far as I could and gave his ass as best a treat as I could. These boys then let me go, I walked a bit further, and several more of the boys stopped me for more sucking and fucking. I spent the day wandering around the camp area, servicing boys as they requested. That afternoon, I was again on the canvass bed, servicing boys. My handler boys kept track of me all day. They brought me my water and supplemental nourishment in the suck bags and kept me on schedule taking water and the vitamin and supplement fluid. I was never really out of their sight. It was clear that these three boys had been assigned to keep track of me. As I was walking around the camp and was not occupied by other boys, one of the young handlers would often come up and have me either suck on their cocks or lick and tongue their asshole, They obviously liked to be rimmed and took every opportunity, when I was not occupied with other boys, to enjoy my tongue up their ass.

This had become my daily routine. I slept with the three young handlers, sometimes with my wrists cuffed either to my neck or behind my back and sometimes with wrists cuffs unconnected. In the morning, my three boys took me to the lake for a bath in the lake and had me service them in a variety of ways. I then was on the canvass bed for a few hours, after which I was relatively free to wander the camp during the late morning and early afternoon time, with me servicing any boy who happened to stroll by, the afternoon was again spent on the canvass bed. The evenings were back to the cabin with the three boys. This routine continued for days, I really don't know how many. My nourishment was still limited to the come from the cocks that I sucked along with the daily supplement that I sucked from the plastic bags, via the cock shaped spigots. I was weighed every day and was maintaining the weight that had been set for me. My three handlers exercised me every day, sometimes having me lift each one of them, in turn, over my head. Then invented a game where I would lift them while they were facing me. I put their legs over my shoulders and with their crotch in my face; I would take their cocks into my mouth and suck them off as they sat on my shoulders. We also played strength type games where they would link my wrist cuffs behind my back and one boy would climb on my back with his legs in the arch created by my restrained arms and ride me like a horse. The boy would have a willow stitch and whip my ass to make me run. It was clear that the three boys had been told to make me exercise and they were very creative in the type of workout that they devised. All in all, they kept me in good muscle tone and on the designated body weight. After some time, at one of the early morning bath sessions, the boys said that it was hair cut time. They attached my neck collar to the dock and using scissors, soap and a safety razor, cut all of my hair. The cutting included every bit of hair on my body, starting with the head, going to the chest, arms and legs and getting all of the hair from my crotch and ass. I certainly looked different, totally hairless. The daily fuck, suck and sex routine continued.

The only real problem that I had was with the little red hair boy. His only real enjoyment was the have me drink his piss. I think that he specifically looked for me when he had to piss and made me suck him, while he was pissing. One day, he came up to the three handlers and me, took my hands and connected the wrist cuffs behind my back, had me lay down on my back and sat on my face. He told me to open my mouth and suck his ass hole. When I did, he started to shit in my mouth. I gagged, shut my mouth and spit out his shit. He slapped my face and told me to take his shit. I shook my head and said no. The red head kid just sat on my face and screamed for Steve. After a few minutes of him screaming, Steve showed up. He checked out what was happening and called for a few others of the bigger boys. They got me on my feet, took me over to the central clearing, disconnected the wrist cuffs from behind my back and connected each wrist cuff and each ankle cuff to iron pegs in the ground to have me tied, spread eagled. Steve said that I was not allowed to say no to any request from any boy and that I would have to be punished. Most of the boys had gathered around me. They picked up willow switches, leather straps and pieces of rope and all started to whip me. Most of the whipping was focused on my inner thigh, my balls, cock and my tits but there was no part of my body that was not whipped. Steve had left and came back with a metal object, the size of a flashlight. It was a cattle prod. He applied the prod to my abdomen, to my arm pits and to the inner thigh. The electric shock was intense and I screamed with each application. He caressed my balls and cock with the prod without turning the juice on. The boys put a blindfold on me. I then felt the prod going over my body, with the current off. I then felt the prod being put under my balls, and held there. The current was switched on and I screamed with the pain. As I was screaming, my open mouth was filled. I almost immediately realized that the mouth gag was back in place. I felt the leather straps from the mouth gag being tightened in place. At that time, the blindfold was taken off and I was left there, tied spread eagle to the ground. Most of the boys then left, Steve and a few others stayed around.

The red head boy came up to me with the cattle prod in his hand. He sat on my face with his asshole centered on the ring gag. He tried to shit in my mouth but was only able to put out a small turd. Nevertheless, he said "eat it" or your balls will be fried. The turd went through the ring gag into my mouth. I swallowed it. Steve then came up, took a place over my gagged mouth and told me to never, ever, refuse any request from any of the boys. Steve took the cattle prod, put it on my abdomen, just at the base of my cock and gave me a short jolt. I screamed and jumped. Steve then said "eat", and started to shit into my mouth through the ring gag. As the shit came, he gave me another brief jolt with the cattle prod. I swallowed and ate his shit. After Steve was finished, I was released from the spread eagle ties. My wrist cuffs were connected behind my back and the cuffs were tied up to connect to my collar. Most of the boys then went away and I was left to my three handlers. For the rest of the day, boys came to me and fucked my mouth through the ring gag. It seemed that they were more violent than they had been before, just ramming their cocks into my mouth and as deep into my throat as possible. Since most of the boys had fairly small pricks, I had little trouble. Several of the boys did have 7 to 9 inches of cock and they went deep into my throat. That night, my three handlers hooked me to the floor of the cabin, leaving my hands bound behind my back. The next morning, each of them got up, pissed in my mouth and when they could, they shit in my mouth through the ring gag. They said that they were under instructions to get me used to eating shit. We then continued our normal daily routine with me getting my teeth brushed and me bring washed in the lake. I was again taken to the canvass pad for the morning fuck and suck sessions. The difference now was that I was again restrained, with the ring gag in place. Most of the boys ignored the restraints, having me suck them off as required for my daily nutrition. I got my ass reamed and spent some time sitting on several boys cocks as they lay on their backs, relaxed. The red head kid came up, gave me the most vicious grin that I could imagine and told me to lie on my back. He had a small tube of something. He lay down on my chest in a 69 position. He stuck his cock into the ring gag and told me to drink his piss. I did. As I was sucking and drinking, he was playing with my cock and balls and with the padlock that was around my nut sac. He then moved up, sat on my face and told me to eat his shit. He proceeded to pass a big turd through the ring gag, and said "eat". I did and swallowed his shit. He showed me the small tube and said that it was epoxy glue. He said that he had put some into the padlock and fixed it so that it would never be unlocked.

The rest of the day settled into routine. I was used for suck and fuck sessions as the boys wanted. I received my doses of their come and seminal fluids. I received my daily doses of water and nourishment. This routine continued for several days. Steve finally came up to me and asked if I wanted the ring gag removed. I briskly nodded yes. He said that he would remove the gag and release the restraints only if I would absolutely commit to doing exactly what I was told, regardless of what it would entail. As best I could, and as vigorously as possible, I grunted yes and nodded my head. Ok, he said, let's try it out. He went and got a tin plate from the kitchen. He squatted over the plate and shit. He put the plate in front of me and said "eat". I looked at the plate and made the decision. I knelt down and sucked some of the shit in through the ring gag. Steve said, "Good going", and left.

That afternoon, I was on the canvass mat, as usual. Towards the end of the session, the boys took the ring gag out of my mouth. I continued to suck everyone as best as I could. I had learnt a lesson and did not, for the rest of the time, refuse and request from any of the boys. The major focus of all the days was me being fucked and me sucking off the boys. There was very little eating of shit or drinking of piss, but, when told to do it, I complied. My days were now very routine. I was used for sex by everyone. I had become a very good and willing cock sucker and had come to actually enjoy, at least somewhat, the feeling of my ass being fucked. Every so often, one of the boys would suck on my cock and on occasions, a boy would sit on my cock or have me stick my cock up his ass. All in all, it became a very routine program of constantly fuck and suck.

Then, one day, things changed. Steve came to me with a large bolt cutter. He cut through the neck collar chain and through the chain that was around my waist. He cut through the leather cuffs around both ankles. He cut the ring that was in the padlock hasp around my nut sack. He tried to unlock the padlock that was around my nut sac but was unable to do it. He started to use the bolt cutter on the padlock hasp but was unable to cut the hasp as it was too tight to my nut sac skin. He left the leather wrist cuffs on. My clothes and possessions re-appeared in the original tent and I was taken there by my three handlers. They left me. I put on a pair of shorts. The clothing felt very strange and uncomfortable. I walked around the camp area wearing the shorts. A couple of boys walked up, had me kneel down and suck them off. I did it, wearing clothing. It seemed strange, but natural. That night, I slept on my cot, in my tent. It was the first time that I had slept alone since arriving at the camp. I got up the next morning, put on shorts and a shirt, and walked around the area. I joined the boys on the canvas bed after stripping off all of my clothes. When we were through, I got dressed and just walked around. As boys stopped me for a suck I knelt down and complied. A couple of boys wanted to fuck me so I dropped my shorts and either went to my hands and knees or just bent over. That night, I went to bed on the cot, but after a while, got up and went to the cabin of my three handlers and got into bed with them. We sucked and fucked most of the night. The next morning. It was clear that everyone was getting ready to leave and, about noon, the three planes arrived to take us back to civilization. There was not much said by anyone, we all just packed up and loaded onto the planes.

When we arrived at the fly in camp, I was met on the dock by George P. and was walked right away to his waiting car. He told me to just be quiet for a while. We were driven to the shed where my car had been stored. Inside there was a brand new bright red Ford Mustang. George P. gave me the keys to the new car along with the title. He reached into his jacket vest pocket and pulled out cash. He said, twelve weeks at $500 per week. Here is the $6000. In addition, here is an extra $500, as a bonus. Plus, the car is yours and your tuition at the University has been paid for the coming year. I am sure, he said, that your experience will be unforgettable. I am also sure, he said, that there was no permanent damage done to anyone. He told me that he had a very good idea of the activities that I had been exposed to. He said that he would have not put me through those activities if the background checks that he had commissioned had not shown that the type of experiences that I would have were similar to the things that I had prior, if limited, experience with. He said that my experiences with male to male sex in San Francisco, as documented by several of the friends and acquaintances from that time period, along with the things that I did with the Thai rent boys had convinced him that I was suitable for and reasonably amenable to the situation, even the ordeal, that I would be put through. He wished me good fortune and said that, after I graduated from the University, that I could come to him if I felt the need, for assistance in starting a career. He also suggested that I be a little careful eating solid food and that I should not have anything spicy for a few days, until my system adjusted. Clearly, He knew what the Boys had done to me. With that, I packed up and drove south, heading from Ely to Minneapolis, in my new car, with a real head full of experience. When I got to the cities, I found a hack saw and started to cut the locking rings off of the wrist cuffs. I found that the ring steel was hardened and the hacksaw would just barely scratch the hasp. I got a pair of tin shears and cut through the leather cuffs to remove them. I tried several ways to get the padlock removed from my nut sack, without immediate success. I rented a large, industrial type bolt cutter but felt that I could not safely handle the cutter without risking nut sac damage. I tried a grinding wheel but could not hold everything stable enough. I needed assistance. I had an acquaintance that I had been out drinking and talking with. I knew, from the discussions that we had, that he was sexually active in many ways, including being bi-sexual and into BDSM sessions. I felt that he would not be especially judgmental. We had talked at the coffee shop and over beers, much of which talk had been about sexual experience. He was aware that I had lived in communes while in California but that I was basically straight. He was aware that I had a job all summer with a boys group in the Boundary Waters. I called him and asked for his help. When he came over, I told him that I had some case hardened steel in the genital area that needed to come off. He said to strip down and he would take a look, I took off my pants and shorts but the said to take everything off. Without much choice, I stripped. He walked around me, taking a good look, and said "interesting tan lines". I was as brown as a berry all over with a mottled white ring around my neck where the collar chain had been and with bright white rings around my wrists and ankles where the cuffs had been. My waist had mottled coloring and some chaffing where the chain had been. He said, "Interesting summer that you had, why don't you tell me about it?" I said that I would rather not say anything. Ok he said, lets see what we can do about the padlock. He sat down and pulled me towards him. He grabbed my nuts and examined the padlock. He said that this was a very good, industrial grade lock and would not be easy to remove. He had me lie down on my back and hold my nuts down and pull the cock up, to give him room. He was able to properly position the bolt cutter and tried to clip the padlock hasp. He could not get the bolt cutter positioned to cut the hasp without risking damage to the balls or to the scrotum skin. He was clearly curious about the tan lines, the marks on my body and the padlock and asked again how they got placed. I told him not to ask, and he dropped the questioning. We finally decided that the only was to get the ring off was to grind it. I had one of the small Craftsman high speed hand grinders and a few grinding bits. He had me lie on my back and to again hold my nuts down and my cock up as he started to ground at the padlock hasp. Before he started, he stripped off all of his clothes. He knelt down over me, in a 69 position and said that this was going to be hard work and that he needed some encouragement. He said that he would do the grinding as long as I would suck his cock. With his cock in my face, with my hands holding my nuts down and my cock up and with him busy at my crotch with the grinder, I thought it best to comply, and took his cock into my mouth. It wound up taking over an hour of grinding to get the ring off. He used up four of the grinding bits before we got the hasp removed. I had sucked on him the whole time. He came once about half way through the second grinding bit. As he started with the third bit, he was again hard and I sucked until he had finished. When the ring came off, he said for me to not move. He switched positions, got over me, flipped my legs up over his shoulders and started to fuck my ass. It took about ten minutes of ramming and he came, for the third time that day, in me. His comment was that he did not think that I had had that much previous gay experience but that clearly I was now a talented cocksucker and a good fuck. Again, he said, "interesting summer that you had".

And so, the story comes to an end. My friend who removed the ring decided that I owed him a bit more and that my payment would be occasional fucks and blow jobs. So, for that school year, we got together periodically, two or three times a month, where I would suck him and then he would fuck me. He commented that I was very good at both and clearly had significant experience. I continued to leave that comment unanswered, just paying my debt to him as he asked for it. At the end of the school year, we went our separate ways and have not seen each other since. After I graduated from college, I moved away from Minneapolis, closing that chapter of my life.

Now, well over 40 years later, I realize that there are likely a couple of you guys out there who had the exact, or a very similar, experience. Clearly, I was not the first and likely was not the last guy to be "engaged" to service the boys. At the time, I never gave a thought to talking to the authorities or anyone else about my "rape". At the time, I was young and just moved on. It happened and was over with. Now, in today's environment, I should likely have reported what happened to me. However, now, nearing age 70, I am not sure that I would trade that summer experience for any thing else that has happened to me in my life.