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Training Tom
By
Wolf
My name is Thomas, but they call me simply Tom. I grew up in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan in the shadow of Ford Motor Company's World Headquarters. The suburb was made up of a mix of middle class automotive engineers, skilled tradesmen and well paid factory rats. They were tidy houses with manicured lawns. my family lived on a quiet dead end street. There was an old railroad track that used to be Henry Ford's electric train. The children in the area played on the tracks, and even did some cock sucking in the bushes on either side of the track.
When I was old enough to bridge over from Cub Scouts with the Arrow of Light I joined the local Boy Scout Troop. I took everything very seriously and was very proud to belong. I was a little intimidated by the older boys. As a new Scout I resented having to take orders from the older boys, but I did followed instructions. I went through the ranks at a normal pace. I was very proud when I made first class at thirteen years old back in 1976. My Scoutmaster and old Cub-master selected me to be a Den Chief for a WEABLOS Den. These were the 11-year-old-boys. That would be bridging over to Boy Scouts in a couple of months after the New Year.
One of the mothers and her husband were the leaders of that den. They were used to me conducting pre-meeting games with the boys as they arrived. Her husband worked in an office so the weekly meetings were conducted by his wife. She conducted the meetings in the basement play room. One day she had called me to let me know that she was going to be late, because she had to take her mother to the doctors.
I was left to supervise the meeting until she would arrive. I planned on letting the boys play a game called 'Toss a Cross' until time to start the meeting. Three of the boys including her son were little devils and ganged up on me. The three of them wrestled me to the ground. They tied me up and said they were going to torture me.
They were giggling as they set about stripping me of my uniform. The only problem was with my hands tied behind my back and my legs tied at the ankles, they couldn't completely remove my shirt and undershirt, or pull my shorts and underwear below my ankles. Their torture consisted of playing with my dick. The more they played with it the harder it got. It did turn out to a tortious because every time I got close to cumming they would pinch the head of my dick until my cock would go soft. I was reduced to begging them to let me cum. There came a point that I couldn't help it I came all over their hands. They untied me before the rest of the den arrived. Nothing more was ever said about that day.
When I was 15, I was working as a counselor at summer camp. I was average height at for my age, brown hair and eyes. It is also worth mentioning my penis was average and circumcised.
During one week I met a young scout that turned out to be into the same games. He was a 12-year-old second class scout, named Joesph. He was a friend of one of the boys that had tortured me that time. We managed to slip away from the camp during free time. We would find a secluded place in the woods where he could play games like "James Bond" or Pirates looking for hidden treasure.
His favorite form of torture was to play a game called edging. (I learned that edging is a form of arousal where the victim is restrained and brought to the brink of orgasm without letting them climax. They do it over and over until the victim is driven to distraction. The 'torture' aspects of this are obvious.) He had great hands.
When summer was over he started coming to my house. He liked to tie me spread eagle on top of my bed, when we had the house to ourselves. He used coconut sun screen to lubricate my penis and my asshole when I was secured. He would demand the location of the pirate treasure or where the micro dot with the secret formula of a deadly virus. For not talking he would play with my dick and finger fuck my asshole.
When we were not in uniform most of us lived in tough-Skin jeans and Converse tennis shoes. All normal items found at the local Sears store. All of us ranged in height from 5' 6" to 5' 10" and weighted 135 to 160 pounds. Joseph took advantage of the situation one day and he applied sun lotion to his own cock and straddle my legs while I was secured and inserted his cock into my asshole. It was a shock and more than a little painful, but when he started fucking my ass I actually squirted cum on the bedspread. Eventually he didn't even have to play the games or tie me up.
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