PARTS 2,3, AND 4 ARE BELOW THE COMMENTS
Part One
I was the assistant head counselor at a summer camp for a few years. I enjoyed what I did, but I hated dealing with counselor issues. Every summer, I had to fire a few due to a variety of issues, from smoking dope to getting drunk on their nights off to not relating to the campers.
My supervisor, Todd, was the head counselor. One summer, he asked me to check on a staff member with whom he thought there may be a problem.
Here is the story of what happened -
After dinner in the dining hall, Todd noticed that one of our staff members always headed down a path to the lake.
Counselors were required to stay with their campers after dinner until their next activity.
The counselor in question was Adam Stark. I always liked Adam and worked well with him. He was a great staff member, and the kids loved him.
Adam was just a regular guy. During the year back home, we would frequently go to basketball games together or go on dates with our girlfriends.
I hated to think that the issue of Adam frequently heading to the lake would cause Todd and me to fire him.
Worse than that, I would lose a valued friend.
I told Todd I would check it out.
Because of our friendship, I didn't want to confront Adam directly, so I planned to follow him to the lake to see what was happening. I'm sure he just wanted some chill time after spending almost all day with his sixth-grade campers.
The next evening, after dinner, I followed him. I stayed far behind but kept him in sight.
Adam did head to the lake, as Todd suspected.
I saw him pass the water activities area and head toward Dylan Rose's cabin.
Dylan was the assistant director of aquatic activities. As a supervisory staff member, he lived in his own small cabin.
I saw Todd look around the cabin and then walk in.
Dylan, like Todd, was supposed to stay in the central area of camp after dinner.
I suspected that maybe they met to smoke dope or drink. What a mess this would have put me in if that was the case.
Dylan, I thought, actually may have stayed in the main camp area and let Adam hang out at his place to get away from it all for the 45 minutes between dinner and the next activity.
Dylan Rose himself had issues at times. He was a bit too passive and submissive around the kids when they misbehaved at the waterfront, which caused problems with his supervisor, Ray McKinley. He kept the job due to his aquatic skills and instruction.
Dylan was extremely handsome. He was about 5'9" tall, had shoulder-length light blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a swimmer's body.
His body was almost hairless. I must admit that straight guys in camp, including me, would give him a discrete glance at the lake in his swimsuit.
I didn't know his sexual orientation and didn't care; I just knew he was nice to watch.
I waited for about 15 minutes and approached the cabin very quietly.
I didn't hear any talking or anything out of the ordinary.
A window was on the backside of the cabin. I very quietly and carefully walked around the back. There was a curtain in the window, which was left open slightly so I could look inside.
What I saw was not what I had expected! Adam was not alone; Dylan was in the room with him. They weren't smoking dope or drinking, or doing anything sexual, or just talking, but they were doing the last thing I would suspect.
Dylan was shirtless in a pair of denim cutoff shorts. He was seated in a wooden chair. His wrists and elbows were tied behind his back with white rope. Another rope went around his chest, and he was tied off behind the chair.
Dylan's ankles were crossed and tied, as well as a rope circling his legs just above his knees.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Adam then approached Dylan and said something to the effect that since he was holding him for ransom, he would have to gag him and leave him for a while to pick up the money.
Dylan quietly begged Adam not to gag him and, in a very submissive way, told him he promised he would stay quiet. Adam said he couldn't be trusted. He then took a bandana out of his pocket, stood behind Dyan, and placed it between his teeth.
Almost as if it were rehearsed, Dylan quickly opened his mouth and let Adam tightly tie the bandana behind his neck.
Dylan began to struggle and moan into the gag. Adam carefully watched him for a few minutes, then left the cabin.
I said, "Oh shit," to myself. They were going to know I was spying on them, but thankfully, I heard Adam sit on a rocking chair in front of the cabin.
I was fixated on Dylan, who struggled even without Adam in the room. The way he was dressed, tied and gagged, and working to get loose was making me a little hot and bothered.
I heard Adam exit the rocking chair and return inside the cabin within a few minutes. He told Dylan that he had the money and would soon be released.
He then untied Dylan. They both said how cool that was. That was it; Adam left the cabin and returned to the central part of camp.
I quietly left the area of Dylan's cabin and walked back, trying to process this whole thing. Did Dyan and Adam play these tie-up games every night? How did they start? What conversation sparked it?
Nothing sexual went on; they just seemed to be into role-playing.
They played their little game in less than 45 minutes before the night activity.
When I got back, Todd called me over and asked what happened. I told him I followed Adam, and he just seemed to walk around the lake for a while. I told Todd that it appeared he was just clearing his head. To be sure, though, I said I would watch him for the next several nights. Eventually, I'll take him on the side and talk to him. I felt terrible about lying, but at this point, I wanted to maintain my back-home friendship with Adam and also must admit - see if Dylan gets tied up again.
End of Part One -
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Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Staff Secret (M/M) - PT 5 JUST ADDED
Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Staff Secret (M/M) - PT 5 JUST ADDED
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Wonderful start @Brez510!
I really enjoy realism and realistic plotlines, so this is definitely up my alley.
The pacing is great and the writing is detailed enough without being tedious.
Well done. Highly enjoyable. I'm definitely curious as to the continuation.
Wonder how Adam will react once confronted and questioned.
I really enjoy realism and realistic plotlines, so this is definitely up my alley.
The pacing is great and the writing is detailed enough without being tedious.
Well done. Highly enjoyable. I'm definitely curious as to the continuation.
Wonder how Adam will react once confronted and questioned.
Cool and enjoyable story @Brez510
I wonder if the main character will join the fun too...
I wonder if the main character will join the fun too...
A grand story. Another promising pair.
Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Secret - Part Two
PARTS 3 AND 4 ARE BELOW
I woke up the next morning still thinking about seeing Dylan tied up and gagged at the hands of Adam.
Dylan looked so submissive and helpless. The whole visual turned me on.
I couldn't wait to follow Adam again after dinner to see what fate he had in store for Dylan tonight.
During the day, I walked around camp to check how various camper activities were going. I visited the Lake to observe one of the bunk's swimming lessons.
I must say, I was as interested in seeing Dylan as much as checking on the camper's swim lesson.
Dylan was wearing red swimming briefs like all the waterfront staff. I didn't have the urge to do anything sexual with Dylan, but I still found just looking at him very stimulating.
He was teaching a class and had a disciplinary problem with the kids. They weren't paying attention to some critical Red Cross water safety materials Dylan discussed. They complained they wanted to be in the water and not on the dock listening to his boring lecture.
I walked over to the group and told them they better behave and would lose their privilege to buy snacks in the canteen if they didn't shape up.
To a young camper, this punishment would be the equivalent of a life sentence in prison. They immediately began to listen.
I also took the bunk's two counselors aside and told them they had better control their kids.
I stayed for the rest of the session. As the bunk moved on to the next activity of the day, Dylan approached me. I had never spoken to him much before.
He called me his hero and begged me not to tell his supervisor, Ray McKinley, about his problem controlling the kids. He admitted being too passive and letting the kids walk over him.
He quietly said he would do anything to ensure I didn't tell Ray. He didn't want to get into trouble and told me he always seems to get into situations he can't control.
Dylan told me he was impressed with how I handled the problem.
I told him it was no problem and was glad to help.
As I walked away, he whispered to me, looking me straight in the eyes, and again said he meant it when he told me he would do anything to prevent Ray from knowing.
I didn't intend to tell Ray, but I didn't let Dylan know. Something about how he said he would do anything to stay out of trouble prevented me from telling Ray.
I left the Lake, hoping Adam would retake his little lake excursion like the previous night.
Several hours later, I waited to see if Adam would head for the waterfront and Dylan's cabin after dinner, as he had done the evening before.
Adam did not disappoint. I followed him, keeping a safe distance to avoid being spotted, as I had previously done.
Adam headed right for Dylan's cabin. I quietly made my way to the back window, hoping again that there was a small opening in the curtain to witness what was happening.
The window curtain had not been moved, so I had the same view as the evening before. I was convinced Adam and Dylan could not see me.
Dylan was wearing the exact faded denim cutoffs he had on the previous evening. He wore a black midriff muscle shirt, white sneakers, and no socks.
Adam asked Dylan if he was ready. Dylan said yes and walked out the front door of the cabin.
Adam then took a position behind the inside door.
The door slowly opened, and Dylan walked in. He took one step, and Adam quickly placed his hand around Dylan's mouth.
Adam tightened his hand grip on Dylan's mouth while placing his other arm around his waist.
Adam kicked the door shut with his leg. Dylan began to struggle and attempted to yell through the hand gag.
Adam then pulled Dylan's head back with the hand he had him gagged with and said not to fight.
He told Dylan that the outcome wouldn't be pleasant if he tried to make a sound.
Dylan's eyes opened wide, and he said in a muffled voice through the hand gag, "I will be quiet. I swear"
Dylan tried to look at Adam to see who he was.
Adam told Dylan to remain silent. He told him he would release his hand, but any sound Dylan made would spell trouble.
He told Dylan to sit on his bed. Adam said he was here to rob the place.
Adam asked Dylan if he had anything to tie him up with.
Dylan begged Adam not to do that or hurt him. He said he would remain quiet and sit on the bed until Adam left. He told Adam he would show him where everything was, and there was no need to tie him up.
Adam paid no attention. He went through Dylan's place and found some white rope and a handkerchief. He threw a length of rope at Dyan and told him to tie his ankles together nice and tight.
Dylan tied his ankles together with the rope while keeping an eye on Adam.
Adam said he was no fool and that it wasn't tight enough; he forced Dylan to untie and then re-tie his ankles.
This time, Dylan tied his ankles extra tight.
Adam approached Dylan and tested the rope. He slowly ran his hands from Dylan's feet up to just above his knees and stopped.
Dylan begged Adam not to touch him.
Adam told him he was in no position to call the shots and had no interest in doing anything but robbing him.
Adam threw Dylan the white handkerchief and told him to gag himself.
Dylan, in his most submissive voice, pleaded with Adam not to make him gag himself. He said he would be quiet and do anything Adam asked.
Dylan said he unintentionally left the front door unlocked and that his roommate would be furious if he came home and found him tied up and gagged again with all of their valuables missing.
Adam said, "Again?"
Dylan said he had left the door unlocked once before, and the other robber who broke in also tied him up on the bed. He said he got into trouble with his roommate for being careless. He was so furious with Dylan that he left him bound, gagged, and in a hogtie until the police came.
Adam then focused on his task and told Dylan to do what he said. Dylan took the handkerchief, rolled it up, placed it between his teeth, bit down on it, and tied it behind his neck.
Adam then told Dylan to place his hands behind his back. Adam used more rope to tie Dylan's wrists together.
Adam then sat in a chair for several minutes and looked up and down at Dylan, tied up in his tight cutoffs.
Dylan acted well in the role-play, and I could tell from the window that he made believe he was worried about what was on Adam's mind. Dylan then started to struggle and tried to talk through his gag.
Adam watched Dylan fight against his bonds and said he could see why the other robber also tied him up. He told Dylan he was hot to watch, bound, and gagged. Adam told him that it was a benefit of his work.
He offered Dylan some advice. If he didn't want to get tied up during a robbery, he shouldn't wear such tight cutoff shorts and a midriff muscle shirt. There was too much to see.
He also said to Dylan that most of the time, he just stole stuff, didn't tie anyone up, and told the victim to count to 100 when he left.
He asked if he was similarly dressed during the last robbery. Dylan looked at him and grunted through his gag.
Adam said, "I thought so."
Adam asked Dylan if he sometimes left his door open intentionally.
Dylan closed his eyes and bit into his gag.
Adam told him not to worry about anything. He was finished and was now going to loot the house and leave.
Reality then set in, and Adam looked worried. He glanced at his Apple watch and told Dylan it was time to stop. They lost track of time and only had a few minutes to return to the central part of the camp; both started panicking. Adam rapidly untied Dylan, and they moved quickly to leave the cabin and get back in time.
I just stood by the back window. I got pretty stimulated viewing their tie-up game.
If I were a robber, I'd also make sure Dylan was securely bound and gagged while I ransacked the house. With his good looks, long, light blond hair, tight cutoffs, blue eyes, and hairless legs, Dylan would be a feast for the eyes of any thief who broke in.
I wondered what else Adam would have done to Dylan if they had not run out of time.
What got my attention, though, is that Dylan said the same kind of things to Adam, roleplaying that he said to me at the dock earlier in the day: he would "do anything to prevent Ray from knowing" and "he didn't want to get into trouble."
Was Dylan sending me a message to see how I would respond?
End of Part Two.
PARTS 3 AND 4 ARE BELOW
I woke up the next morning still thinking about seeing Dylan tied up and gagged at the hands of Adam.
Dylan looked so submissive and helpless. The whole visual turned me on.
I couldn't wait to follow Adam again after dinner to see what fate he had in store for Dylan tonight.
During the day, I walked around camp to check how various camper activities were going. I visited the Lake to observe one of the bunk's swimming lessons.
I must say, I was as interested in seeing Dylan as much as checking on the camper's swim lesson.
Dylan was wearing red swimming briefs like all the waterfront staff. I didn't have the urge to do anything sexual with Dylan, but I still found just looking at him very stimulating.
He was teaching a class and had a disciplinary problem with the kids. They weren't paying attention to some critical Red Cross water safety materials Dylan discussed. They complained they wanted to be in the water and not on the dock listening to his boring lecture.
I walked over to the group and told them they better behave and would lose their privilege to buy snacks in the canteen if they didn't shape up.
To a young camper, this punishment would be the equivalent of a life sentence in prison. They immediately began to listen.
I also took the bunk's two counselors aside and told them they had better control their kids.
I stayed for the rest of the session. As the bunk moved on to the next activity of the day, Dylan approached me. I had never spoken to him much before.
He called me his hero and begged me not to tell his supervisor, Ray McKinley, about his problem controlling the kids. He admitted being too passive and letting the kids walk over him.
He quietly said he would do anything to ensure I didn't tell Ray. He didn't want to get into trouble and told me he always seems to get into situations he can't control.
Dylan told me he was impressed with how I handled the problem.
I told him it was no problem and was glad to help.
As I walked away, he whispered to me, looking me straight in the eyes, and again said he meant it when he told me he would do anything to prevent Ray from knowing.
I didn't intend to tell Ray, but I didn't let Dylan know. Something about how he said he would do anything to stay out of trouble prevented me from telling Ray.
I left the Lake, hoping Adam would retake his little lake excursion like the previous night.
Several hours later, I waited to see if Adam would head for the waterfront and Dylan's cabin after dinner, as he had done the evening before.
Adam did not disappoint. I followed him, keeping a safe distance to avoid being spotted, as I had previously done.
Adam headed right for Dylan's cabin. I quietly made my way to the back window, hoping again that there was a small opening in the curtain to witness what was happening.
The window curtain had not been moved, so I had the same view as the evening before. I was convinced Adam and Dylan could not see me.
Dylan was wearing the exact faded denim cutoffs he had on the previous evening. He wore a black midriff muscle shirt, white sneakers, and no socks.
Adam asked Dylan if he was ready. Dylan said yes and walked out the front door of the cabin.
Adam then took a position behind the inside door.
The door slowly opened, and Dylan walked in. He took one step, and Adam quickly placed his hand around Dylan's mouth.
Adam tightened his hand grip on Dylan's mouth while placing his other arm around his waist.
Adam kicked the door shut with his leg. Dylan began to struggle and attempted to yell through the hand gag.
Adam then pulled Dylan's head back with the hand he had him gagged with and said not to fight.
He told Dylan that the outcome wouldn't be pleasant if he tried to make a sound.
Dylan's eyes opened wide, and he said in a muffled voice through the hand gag, "I will be quiet. I swear"
Dylan tried to look at Adam to see who he was.
Adam told Dylan to remain silent. He told him he would release his hand, but any sound Dylan made would spell trouble.
He told Dylan to sit on his bed. Adam said he was here to rob the place.
Adam asked Dylan if he had anything to tie him up with.
Dylan begged Adam not to do that or hurt him. He said he would remain quiet and sit on the bed until Adam left. He told Adam he would show him where everything was, and there was no need to tie him up.
Adam paid no attention. He went through Dylan's place and found some white rope and a handkerchief. He threw a length of rope at Dyan and told him to tie his ankles together nice and tight.
Dylan tied his ankles together with the rope while keeping an eye on Adam.
Adam said he was no fool and that it wasn't tight enough; he forced Dylan to untie and then re-tie his ankles.
This time, Dylan tied his ankles extra tight.
Adam approached Dylan and tested the rope. He slowly ran his hands from Dylan's feet up to just above his knees and stopped.
Dylan begged Adam not to touch him.
Adam told him he was in no position to call the shots and had no interest in doing anything but robbing him.
Adam threw Dylan the white handkerchief and told him to gag himself.
Dylan, in his most submissive voice, pleaded with Adam not to make him gag himself. He said he would be quiet and do anything Adam asked.
Dylan said he unintentionally left the front door unlocked and that his roommate would be furious if he came home and found him tied up and gagged again with all of their valuables missing.
Adam said, "Again?"
Dylan said he had left the door unlocked once before, and the other robber who broke in also tied him up on the bed. He said he got into trouble with his roommate for being careless. He was so furious with Dylan that he left him bound, gagged, and in a hogtie until the police came.
Adam then focused on his task and told Dylan to do what he said. Dylan took the handkerchief, rolled it up, placed it between his teeth, bit down on it, and tied it behind his neck.
Adam then told Dylan to place his hands behind his back. Adam used more rope to tie Dylan's wrists together.
Adam then sat in a chair for several minutes and looked up and down at Dylan, tied up in his tight cutoffs.
Dylan acted well in the role-play, and I could tell from the window that he made believe he was worried about what was on Adam's mind. Dylan then started to struggle and tried to talk through his gag.
Adam watched Dylan fight against his bonds and said he could see why the other robber also tied him up. He told Dylan he was hot to watch, bound, and gagged. Adam told him that it was a benefit of his work.
He offered Dylan some advice. If he didn't want to get tied up during a robbery, he shouldn't wear such tight cutoff shorts and a midriff muscle shirt. There was too much to see.
He also said to Dylan that most of the time, he just stole stuff, didn't tie anyone up, and told the victim to count to 100 when he left.
He asked if he was similarly dressed during the last robbery. Dylan looked at him and grunted through his gag.
Adam said, "I thought so."
Adam asked Dylan if he sometimes left his door open intentionally.
Dylan closed his eyes and bit into his gag.
Adam told him not to worry about anything. He was finished and was now going to loot the house and leave.
Reality then set in, and Adam looked worried. He glanced at his Apple watch and told Dylan it was time to stop. They lost track of time and only had a few minutes to return to the central part of the camp; both started panicking. Adam rapidly untied Dylan, and they moved quickly to leave the cabin and get back in time.
I just stood by the back window. I got pretty stimulated viewing their tie-up game.
If I were a robber, I'd also make sure Dylan was securely bound and gagged while I ransacked the house. With his good looks, long, light blond hair, tight cutoffs, blue eyes, and hairless legs, Dylan would be a feast for the eyes of any thief who broke in.
I wondered what else Adam would have done to Dylan if they had not run out of time.
What got my attention, though, is that Dylan said the same kind of things to Adam, roleplaying that he said to me at the dock earlier in the day: he would "do anything to prevent Ray from knowing" and "he didn't want to get into trouble."
Was Dylan sending me a message to see how I would respond?
End of Part Two.
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The Adam and Dylan stories are great. Can't wait for another one.
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Very Nice and Awesome Couple of chapters
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Definitely an interesting story so far. I wonder if they'll catch him watching or he'll manage to join in their fun through some other means.
Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Secret - Part Three
PART 4 IS BELOW
After seeing Dylan tied up and gagged for the second evening in a row, I tried to straighten out in my head about exactly what was happening.
I mess around with a bit of soft bondage and roleplaying with my girlfriend Patty on occasion, but this was different.
I don't know if it was the excitement of observing what was going on from a small opening in the window curtain of Dylan's cabin without being detected, or that my friend Adam was involved, or that I found Dylan to be very hot as the guy in distress, always the passive and submissive victim to Adams character as a kidnapper or robber who ultimately ended up bound and gagged by the criminal.
It was a mixture of all those elements.
Things started to concern me about what I was doing. Spying on Adam and Dylan through a small opening in a window curtain in his cabin was wrong.
Having continuous thoughts about Dylan tied up and gagged and finding it so stimulating made me wonder. I'm straight; I don't want to do anything with him, yet the images of him struggling, tied up, and hearing muffled noise through his gag made me a little crazy.
Maybe it was his look. Dylan, with his light blond, long, straight hair, swimmer's body, legs as nice as any woman's, deep blue eyes, and perfect teeth, all played a role in why seeing him tied up and helpless turned me on.
I ultimately decided it was none of my business what Dylan and Adam did, and I had to stop watching. Adam was breaking the rules by leaving the central part of camp each night for 45 minutes, but I could resolve that without following him and getting involved in his business.
The whole thing was unhealthy for me as a person or as a camp supervisor.
The following day, after breakfast, all the campers and staff headed to the flag pole for the morning flag-raising and announcements.
While I was waiting, Dylan approached me. He thanked me again for saving him from the kids who weren't listening to him and repeated that he was willing to do anything to ensure I didn't discuss with his supervisor, Ray McKinley, that he could not keep the campers under control.
I started questioning his motive in his statement, "he was willing to do anything. "
Like I did the previous day, I told Dylan not to worry.
I told him the kids in that bunk would respect him more if he put his foot down. I told him he could still be friends with them but needed to immediately deal with the problem when they tried to get away with too much.
Dylan said that was easier said than done. He worried the kids might try to get even with him if he disciplined them.
I told Dylan they were a bunch of 14-year-olds in a camp under adult supervision. How could they possibly "get even"?
Dylan asked me if I could imagine a scenario where when he was alone before dawn, the kids snuck into his cabin, overpowered him, brought him to the flag pole, and left him tied up and gagged to the pole for the entire camp to see as a payback.
I was amazed. I immediately imagined Dylan in his faded denim cutoffs, bare-chested and barefoot, with his arms taped behind his back to the flagpole, ankles taped together, and a cloth stuffed in his mouth securely duck-taped.
I quickly snapped out of it and told Dylan that that was impossible.
Dylan told me you hear many stories of kids doing things to get even with teachers, counselors, and babysitters, thinking it's funny.
Dylan said he would try to be a little tougher next time he had that bunk, but if my advice didn't work, I would have to rescue him and untie him from the flag pole.
As he said that, one of my counselors interrupted and told me he needed a problem resolved.
Dylan thanked me for the discussion and walked away.
I was now 99% sure Dylan wanted to act out a tie-up game with me.
My dilemma was how to do that while removing my close friend Adam from the picture.
End of Part Three
PART 4 IS BELOW
After seeing Dylan tied up and gagged for the second evening in a row, I tried to straighten out in my head about exactly what was happening.
I mess around with a bit of soft bondage and roleplaying with my girlfriend Patty on occasion, but this was different.
I don't know if it was the excitement of observing what was going on from a small opening in the window curtain of Dylan's cabin without being detected, or that my friend Adam was involved, or that I found Dylan to be very hot as the guy in distress, always the passive and submissive victim to Adams character as a kidnapper or robber who ultimately ended up bound and gagged by the criminal.
It was a mixture of all those elements.
Things started to concern me about what I was doing. Spying on Adam and Dylan through a small opening in a window curtain in his cabin was wrong.
Having continuous thoughts about Dylan tied up and gagged and finding it so stimulating made me wonder. I'm straight; I don't want to do anything with him, yet the images of him struggling, tied up, and hearing muffled noise through his gag made me a little crazy.
Maybe it was his look. Dylan, with his light blond, long, straight hair, swimmer's body, legs as nice as any woman's, deep blue eyes, and perfect teeth, all played a role in why seeing him tied up and helpless turned me on.
I ultimately decided it was none of my business what Dylan and Adam did, and I had to stop watching. Adam was breaking the rules by leaving the central part of camp each night for 45 minutes, but I could resolve that without following him and getting involved in his business.
The whole thing was unhealthy for me as a person or as a camp supervisor.
The following day, after breakfast, all the campers and staff headed to the flag pole for the morning flag-raising and announcements.
While I was waiting, Dylan approached me. He thanked me again for saving him from the kids who weren't listening to him and repeated that he was willing to do anything to ensure I didn't discuss with his supervisor, Ray McKinley, that he could not keep the campers under control.
I started questioning his motive in his statement, "he was willing to do anything. "
Like I did the previous day, I told Dylan not to worry.
I told him the kids in that bunk would respect him more if he put his foot down. I told him he could still be friends with them but needed to immediately deal with the problem when they tried to get away with too much.
Dylan said that was easier said than done. He worried the kids might try to get even with him if he disciplined them.
I told Dylan they were a bunch of 14-year-olds in a camp under adult supervision. How could they possibly "get even"?
Dylan asked me if I could imagine a scenario where when he was alone before dawn, the kids snuck into his cabin, overpowered him, brought him to the flag pole, and left him tied up and gagged to the pole for the entire camp to see as a payback.
I was amazed. I immediately imagined Dylan in his faded denim cutoffs, bare-chested and barefoot, with his arms taped behind his back to the flagpole, ankles taped together, and a cloth stuffed in his mouth securely duck-taped.
I quickly snapped out of it and told Dylan that that was impossible.
Dylan told me you hear many stories of kids doing things to get even with teachers, counselors, and babysitters, thinking it's funny.
Dylan said he would try to be a little tougher next time he had that bunk, but if my advice didn't work, I would have to rescue him and untie him from the flag pole.
As he said that, one of my counselors interrupted and told me he needed a problem resolved.
Dylan thanked me for the discussion and walked away.
I was now 99% sure Dylan wanted to act out a tie-up game with me.
My dilemma was how to do that while removing my close friend Adam from the picture.
End of Part Three
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Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Secret - Part Four
PART 5 IS BELOW
After Dylan gave me every hint and indication that he wanted to roleplay a tie-up game with me, I needed a plan to remove my friend Adam from the picture.
The plan wasn't that difficult. Todd, my boss, and the camp's head counselor told me to find out why Adam headed to the Lake each night after dinner without permission since he was required to stay with the kids in his bunk to supervise them.
I followed him for two nights and told Todd he was wandering around the Lake, but I was not telling the truth. I didn't want Todd to know about Dylan and Adam's little TUG games.
All I had to do now was call Adam over to the side after dinner when he started walking towards the Lake and let him know that Todd was observing him. I'll let Adam know that Todd wanted him to stay with his kids or risk disciplinary action. I would let Adam realize I was only the messenger to not look like the bad guy.
I felt like I was betraying Adam to get to Dylan for myself, but hey, it was true; he was breaking a rule.
After dinner, I stopped Adam on his way down to the Lake and told him the bad news about Todd seeing him break a camp staff rule.
Adam looked pretty shocked. I guess he didn't suspect anyone was watching him closely. He tried to talk his way out of it by saying he just sat on the dock to escape it all for a while.
Little did he know that I knew he was actually in Dylan's cabin each night, tying him up.
Adam asked me if he could stop at the Lake tonight for a final time. I told him Todd wouldn't go for that.
Adam walked off dejected, holding a secret he had no idea I knew about intimately.
When Adam was out of sight, I headed to the Lake to talk to Dylan.
I knocked on Dylan's cabin door and entered. He was more than surprised to see me. I'm sure he was freaking out that Adam wouldn't be far behind me for his nightly visit.
I felt like I was cheating on my friend Adam by going to see his roleplaying partner, Dylan. How silly this seemed. Both Adam and I are straight, and I felt like I was cheating to see a guy whose sexual orientation I know nothing about and who likes to be tied up by other guys.
We're all in our mid-twenties, and these are the games kids play. But this adult version of it can make you do strange things.
I didn't let on that I knew he and Adam met each night. I just told Dylan I was passing by since I was responsible for the Lake area tonight after lights out. I was checking the area and getting my bearings before it got dark. Staff members rotated watching the bunks and property until 1:00 am each night.
I was not telling Dylan the truth, but I thought about my excuse and realized that later that night, I could easily tell the staff member responsible for the safety of the Lake area that I would take his post.
Dylan told me that he liked the way I take charge of things. Not everyone can do that. He also said it was scary around the Lake at night and appreciated my bravery.
I looked at Dylan. He was dressed for Adam in what he usually wore when they played games: cutoff light blue faded denim shorts. He did not have shoes or a shirt tonight. I wondered what kind of tie-up story they would have planned if Adam had reached the Lake.
At this point, I was getting cold feet. I didn't know how to start a conversation about playing a roleplaying game with him.
At best, this was just another encounter with Dylan, which brought me one step closer to tying him up. When that would happen, I don't know. I guess I just had to be patient.
I told Dylan that I would see him around. As I was ready to exit his cabin, he called me back.
He said that his cabin was a little removed from the waterfront where he worked. He felt alone and isolated in his cabin since other staff members' housing, along with his boss Ray McKinley's, was closer to the docks.
Dylan said that probably some camp intruder could easily break into his cabin while he was asleep and then take him off into the night with no one knowing.
I didn't know if Dylan was really concerned or opening the door to a tie-up game later that night.
I decided to play along. I told Dylan that would be hard since voices would easily carry at a place like the Lake due to the quiet, with all the kids asleep, and the area being so rural.
Dylan said that was true and that maybe the intruder would tie him up and gag him to make sure he would not run off or hear him.
During past encounters with Dylan, I couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about his safety or if he was trying to encourage me to play a game.
I told Dylan he had nothing to worry about and that the chance of that happening was remote.
Dylan asked me if I wanted to test that. I could break into his cabin while I was on duty tonight, act as the intruder, and see if he could get me out of my room, past the other staff's housing, and on the path to the central part of camp without anyone knowing.
I acted like I was actually reluctant but finally told him I would do it to prove him wrong. I expressed my concern that if he did make noise, it would attract the attention of the waterfront staff and cause us an unwanted problem.
He told me it was my job to prevent that.
I told him I'd be around his place at 11:30 pm.
Dylan told me to bring what I needed.
I left the cabin almost shaking. I got my wish sooner than I expected.
I went back to the main camp and told the staff member responsible for security at the Lake that night that I would take his place. He was more than happy!
I attended night programming in the camp theater, then rushed back to my cabin to gather things I needed for Dylan. I made a few stops along the way.
I had a plan in my mind. My heart was pounding as I got closer to the Lake.
There was a full moon, so the Lake area was pretty lit up. I got nervous at the thought that someone would see me moving Dylan to the path to the main camp and how we would explain that. My urge to make Dylan a guy in distress was more important, though.
I quietly approached and entered his small cabin. I quietly put my bag down.
Dylan was lying on the bed, either sleeping or making believe he was asleep.
He had his blanket off. He was wearing red pajama shorts and a white tee shirt. I slowly inched towards the bed. He was still. I got on the bed and straddled him.
I quickly placed my left hand over his mouth. Dylan tried to scream. I put my right hand on top of my left hand.
With both hands across Dylan's mouth and with the pressure I was placing, his attempted screams became just a faint murmur.
I told Dylan to stop trying to scream, and I'd remove my hands.
He looked at me with wide eyes and nodded yes.
I commanded Dyan to lie face down on the bed and cross his wrists behind his back.
Dylan asked why I was doing this.
I told him someone who hired me wanted to see him. That person said Dylan had something he wanted back. I told him I would move him somewhere else when I was ready.
Dylan asked me for a time out from the story for a minute. He complimented me for the storyline.
This was great. Dylan likes my games better than Adam's. He never stopped a game to compliment Adam. I then thought to myself how immature that thought was. I was acting like a little kid.
We both quickly got back into our characters. Dylan crossed his wrists behind his back.
I told him to lie still while I went to my bag to get a few lengths of rope.
I then tied Dylan's wrists tightly together—much tighter than I observed Adam doing over the last few nights.
I then proceeded to tie Dylan's elbows together. Again, I drew the rope very tight.
I checked my work, returned to my bag, and grabbed a long white cloth I had made from a ripped sheet.
I told Dylan I was going to have to gag him.
Dylan gasped; he asked not to be gagged. He said I was bigger, stronger, and rougher than him, and he knew he would get punished severely if he talked.
I told him I wasn't buying that. I sat Dylan up. I stuffed a piece of cloth I had found in the camp's arts and crafts building, wadded it, and put it in his mouth.
I then grabbed the sheet cloth and placed it between his teeth.
I made the ripped sheet piece extra long and wrapped it around his head and through his mouth three or four times, pulling it as tight as I could each time.
I stood Dyan up and asked him to face the wall on the opposite side of his bed.
I looked at Dylan. I had tied his wrists so tightly that they looked like they were turning blue. I thought I should stop the game and ask him. Dylan wasn't complaining, so I guess he liked it that way.
I started to put things back into my bag. Dylan faced the wall but turned his gagged head back to look at me to see what I was doing. He seemed so submissive and helpless.
I told him to behave or else. Adrenaline rushed through me, and I knew I had control over him, even though this was only a tie-up game.
I told him we were leaving and not to make a sound through his gag.
I pushed Dyan out the front door. I needed to check if the coast was clear, not as a game but in real life. It was daring to move Dylan from his cabin to the road leading back to the central part of the camp, adding to the excitement.
I stood behind Dylan, guiding him down the dirt path toward the Lake's waterfront dock area. The dock area is where all water activities take place. Staff quarters and several supply sheds containing everything from canoes to water polo equipment are located there.
Everything seemed quiet outside. However, we heard loud sounds from the waterfront staff in their private recreation area near their quarters. It sounded like they were watching a movie, which relieved me. I felt better knowing that no one was outside.
I kept on pushing the bound and gagged Dylan down the dirt path. Then, we were both startled when my supervisor's walkie-talkie went off. I spoke softly into it. Dylan must have thought it was part of the game because he moaned into his gag like he needed help. I quickly put my free hand over the gag and his mouth.
Jim Napoli, one of the boys' counselors, was on the other end of the walkie-talkie. He told me he was on night duty when another counselor told him one of his kids in H bunk had terrible appendix pains and needed to go to the hospital. Jim told me he called the camp nurse but needed me to come right away to sign a hospital release, which is required for treatment.
My heart started pounding. I looked at Dylan while still keeping my hand gripped tightly over his already gagged mouth. I could tell by his continuing attempt to talk that he assumed I had planned this whole thing and told Jim to do it as a prank I was playing on someone. I certainly did not.
I had nowhere near enough time to untie the extremely tightly tied Dylan. I did too good a job with the ropes and gag.
I moved Dyan to a nearby waterfront shed, opened the door, and pushed Dylan inside.
I begged Dylan to stay there and keep quiet until I came back. The paperwork would take about 30 minutes.
I told Dylan not to move if he heard any sounds. The shed was dirty and filled with old tools. As quickly as I could, I got a length of rope out of my bag, grabbed Dylan's legs, and tied his ankles together. I could only imagine that Dylan would have wanted to do something daring, like walking tied and gagged out of the shed, still thinking this was the game and that I would quickly grab him.
I ran out of the shed at breakneck speed to get back to H bunk to sign the paperwork. I was getting very distracted thinking about the bound and gagged Dylan and his predicament of being hopelessly tied up in a filthy shed with other staff members within shouting distance and not knowing he was there.
When I got to the bunk and signed the paperwork, I constantly worried about what was happening at the Lake. The campers and nurse were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. One of the counselors asked me if I was going to go with the ambulance.
He was right! I wasn't thinking straight.
In addition to the nurse, a counselor or, in my case, a supervisor also needed to go. I was now really beside myself. What about Dylan?
Then, like a gift from heaven, the late-night staff member I volunteered to replace so I could play a game with Dylan appeared.
He said he would go since the camp nurse was his girlfriend. He would keep her company in the hospital, help her call the parents, and do paperwork.
I thanked him and told him I needed to return to the Lake.
I raced as fast as I could back to the Lake. I was gone for over forty minutes. I went to the shed, opened the door, and no Dylan!!! He was gone, vanished.
Shit, could one of the waterfront staff members have found and untied him?
Would Dylan tell them I was playing a game with him?
I was the one who now needed an ambulance. I ran over to Dylan's cabin, pushed open the door, and he was lying on his bed.
I asked him what had happened.
He said, "Eddie Watts had come to get something out of the shed and found me. I was sitting on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. Eddie picked me up off the shed floor, lifted me, and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and trying to scream. He brought me to the waterfront staff's recreation room and put me on a couch."
Dylan told me that Eddie had said, "Look at what I found lying in the shed." Both the male and female staff were laughing and wondering how I ended up helplessly bound and gagged in a tool shed.
He said Ray McKinley, his supervisor, came in, looked at him, and told Eddie to untie him.
Ray was furious and said a full report would need to be completed in the morning. He asked me who had done this to me, and I told Ray it was you. He wouldn't let me explain it was only a game.
Never in my life did I feel like I was going to pass out. I was having trouble seeing; I was faint.
Then Dylan laughed and told me what a great game it was.
I asked him what the F he was talking about.
He thought I planned to get Jim Napoli to talk about the sick camper on his walkie-talkie.
He said it was very creative to put him in the shed, where there were many tools he could lean against to cut his ropes.
Dylan told me It took him some time to get loose, but he had done it before.
He finally said the part about Eddie and Ray was only a joke!
I sat in a chair and tried to stop hyperventilating.
Dylan went way out of bounds putting together that whole tale. He must have known how upset it made me.
I was pissed. I told Dylan I was leaving.
He told me to come back anytime.
What a night. I wanted to get this whole episode out of my mind.
I finally calmed down and returned to my cabin and bed, thinking about what had happened.
It was great tying up Dylan and playing the game, even though it ended poorly.
The best part was the part I didn't see. It was the visual I imagined of Eddie throwing Dylan over his shoulder and bringing him back to the recreation room for all the other staff to see.
Something about that made me excited.
I really shouldn't be doing this with Dylan. It's way too dangerous and not worth it. He had to know that his big lie about Eddie and Ray would scare the hell out of me.
I don't trust him very much anymore. I now worry that he will tell someone.
I should not do this again with Dylan.
End of Part Four
PART 5 IS BELOW
After Dylan gave me every hint and indication that he wanted to roleplay a tie-up game with me, I needed a plan to remove my friend Adam from the picture.
The plan wasn't that difficult. Todd, my boss, and the camp's head counselor told me to find out why Adam headed to the Lake each night after dinner without permission since he was required to stay with the kids in his bunk to supervise them.
I followed him for two nights and told Todd he was wandering around the Lake, but I was not telling the truth. I didn't want Todd to know about Dylan and Adam's little TUG games.
All I had to do now was call Adam over to the side after dinner when he started walking towards the Lake and let him know that Todd was observing him. I'll let Adam know that Todd wanted him to stay with his kids or risk disciplinary action. I would let Adam realize I was only the messenger to not look like the bad guy.
I felt like I was betraying Adam to get to Dylan for myself, but hey, it was true; he was breaking a rule.
After dinner, I stopped Adam on his way down to the Lake and told him the bad news about Todd seeing him break a camp staff rule.
Adam looked pretty shocked. I guess he didn't suspect anyone was watching him closely. He tried to talk his way out of it by saying he just sat on the dock to escape it all for a while.
Little did he know that I knew he was actually in Dylan's cabin each night, tying him up.
Adam asked me if he could stop at the Lake tonight for a final time. I told him Todd wouldn't go for that.
Adam walked off dejected, holding a secret he had no idea I knew about intimately.
When Adam was out of sight, I headed to the Lake to talk to Dylan.
I knocked on Dylan's cabin door and entered. He was more than surprised to see me. I'm sure he was freaking out that Adam wouldn't be far behind me for his nightly visit.
I felt like I was cheating on my friend Adam by going to see his roleplaying partner, Dylan. How silly this seemed. Both Adam and I are straight, and I felt like I was cheating to see a guy whose sexual orientation I know nothing about and who likes to be tied up by other guys.
We're all in our mid-twenties, and these are the games kids play. But this adult version of it can make you do strange things.
I didn't let on that I knew he and Adam met each night. I just told Dylan I was passing by since I was responsible for the Lake area tonight after lights out. I was checking the area and getting my bearings before it got dark. Staff members rotated watching the bunks and property until 1:00 am each night.
I was not telling Dylan the truth, but I thought about my excuse and realized that later that night, I could easily tell the staff member responsible for the safety of the Lake area that I would take his post.
Dylan told me that he liked the way I take charge of things. Not everyone can do that. He also said it was scary around the Lake at night and appreciated my bravery.
I looked at Dylan. He was dressed for Adam in what he usually wore when they played games: cutoff light blue faded denim shorts. He did not have shoes or a shirt tonight. I wondered what kind of tie-up story they would have planned if Adam had reached the Lake.
At this point, I was getting cold feet. I didn't know how to start a conversation about playing a roleplaying game with him.
At best, this was just another encounter with Dylan, which brought me one step closer to tying him up. When that would happen, I don't know. I guess I just had to be patient.
I told Dylan that I would see him around. As I was ready to exit his cabin, he called me back.
He said that his cabin was a little removed from the waterfront where he worked. He felt alone and isolated in his cabin since other staff members' housing, along with his boss Ray McKinley's, was closer to the docks.
Dylan said that probably some camp intruder could easily break into his cabin while he was asleep and then take him off into the night with no one knowing.
I didn't know if Dylan was really concerned or opening the door to a tie-up game later that night.
I decided to play along. I told Dylan that would be hard since voices would easily carry at a place like the Lake due to the quiet, with all the kids asleep, and the area being so rural.
Dylan said that was true and that maybe the intruder would tie him up and gag him to make sure he would not run off or hear him.
During past encounters with Dylan, I couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about his safety or if he was trying to encourage me to play a game.
I told Dylan he had nothing to worry about and that the chance of that happening was remote.
Dylan asked me if I wanted to test that. I could break into his cabin while I was on duty tonight, act as the intruder, and see if he could get me out of my room, past the other staff's housing, and on the path to the central part of camp without anyone knowing.
I acted like I was actually reluctant but finally told him I would do it to prove him wrong. I expressed my concern that if he did make noise, it would attract the attention of the waterfront staff and cause us an unwanted problem.
He told me it was my job to prevent that.
I told him I'd be around his place at 11:30 pm.
Dylan told me to bring what I needed.
I left the cabin almost shaking. I got my wish sooner than I expected.
I went back to the main camp and told the staff member responsible for security at the Lake that night that I would take his place. He was more than happy!
I attended night programming in the camp theater, then rushed back to my cabin to gather things I needed for Dylan. I made a few stops along the way.
I had a plan in my mind. My heart was pounding as I got closer to the Lake.
There was a full moon, so the Lake area was pretty lit up. I got nervous at the thought that someone would see me moving Dylan to the path to the main camp and how we would explain that. My urge to make Dylan a guy in distress was more important, though.
I quietly approached and entered his small cabin. I quietly put my bag down.
Dylan was lying on the bed, either sleeping or making believe he was asleep.
He had his blanket off. He was wearing red pajama shorts and a white tee shirt. I slowly inched towards the bed. He was still. I got on the bed and straddled him.
I quickly placed my left hand over his mouth. Dylan tried to scream. I put my right hand on top of my left hand.
With both hands across Dylan's mouth and with the pressure I was placing, his attempted screams became just a faint murmur.
I told Dylan to stop trying to scream, and I'd remove my hands.
He looked at me with wide eyes and nodded yes.
I commanded Dyan to lie face down on the bed and cross his wrists behind his back.
Dylan asked why I was doing this.
I told him someone who hired me wanted to see him. That person said Dylan had something he wanted back. I told him I would move him somewhere else when I was ready.
Dylan asked me for a time out from the story for a minute. He complimented me for the storyline.
This was great. Dylan likes my games better than Adam's. He never stopped a game to compliment Adam. I then thought to myself how immature that thought was. I was acting like a little kid.
We both quickly got back into our characters. Dylan crossed his wrists behind his back.
I told him to lie still while I went to my bag to get a few lengths of rope.
I then tied Dylan's wrists tightly together—much tighter than I observed Adam doing over the last few nights.
I then proceeded to tie Dylan's elbows together. Again, I drew the rope very tight.
I checked my work, returned to my bag, and grabbed a long white cloth I had made from a ripped sheet.
I told Dylan I was going to have to gag him.
Dylan gasped; he asked not to be gagged. He said I was bigger, stronger, and rougher than him, and he knew he would get punished severely if he talked.
I told him I wasn't buying that. I sat Dylan up. I stuffed a piece of cloth I had found in the camp's arts and crafts building, wadded it, and put it in his mouth.
I then grabbed the sheet cloth and placed it between his teeth.
I made the ripped sheet piece extra long and wrapped it around his head and through his mouth three or four times, pulling it as tight as I could each time.
I stood Dyan up and asked him to face the wall on the opposite side of his bed.
I looked at Dylan. I had tied his wrists so tightly that they looked like they were turning blue. I thought I should stop the game and ask him. Dylan wasn't complaining, so I guess he liked it that way.
I started to put things back into my bag. Dylan faced the wall but turned his gagged head back to look at me to see what I was doing. He seemed so submissive and helpless.
I told him to behave or else. Adrenaline rushed through me, and I knew I had control over him, even though this was only a tie-up game.
I told him we were leaving and not to make a sound through his gag.
I pushed Dyan out the front door. I needed to check if the coast was clear, not as a game but in real life. It was daring to move Dylan from his cabin to the road leading back to the central part of the camp, adding to the excitement.
I stood behind Dylan, guiding him down the dirt path toward the Lake's waterfront dock area. The dock area is where all water activities take place. Staff quarters and several supply sheds containing everything from canoes to water polo equipment are located there.
Everything seemed quiet outside. However, we heard loud sounds from the waterfront staff in their private recreation area near their quarters. It sounded like they were watching a movie, which relieved me. I felt better knowing that no one was outside.
I kept on pushing the bound and gagged Dylan down the dirt path. Then, we were both startled when my supervisor's walkie-talkie went off. I spoke softly into it. Dylan must have thought it was part of the game because he moaned into his gag like he needed help. I quickly put my free hand over the gag and his mouth.
Jim Napoli, one of the boys' counselors, was on the other end of the walkie-talkie. He told me he was on night duty when another counselor told him one of his kids in H bunk had terrible appendix pains and needed to go to the hospital. Jim told me he called the camp nurse but needed me to come right away to sign a hospital release, which is required for treatment.
My heart started pounding. I looked at Dylan while still keeping my hand gripped tightly over his already gagged mouth. I could tell by his continuing attempt to talk that he assumed I had planned this whole thing and told Jim to do it as a prank I was playing on someone. I certainly did not.
I had nowhere near enough time to untie the extremely tightly tied Dylan. I did too good a job with the ropes and gag.
I moved Dyan to a nearby waterfront shed, opened the door, and pushed Dylan inside.
I begged Dylan to stay there and keep quiet until I came back. The paperwork would take about 30 minutes.
I told Dylan not to move if he heard any sounds. The shed was dirty and filled with old tools. As quickly as I could, I got a length of rope out of my bag, grabbed Dylan's legs, and tied his ankles together. I could only imagine that Dylan would have wanted to do something daring, like walking tied and gagged out of the shed, still thinking this was the game and that I would quickly grab him.
I ran out of the shed at breakneck speed to get back to H bunk to sign the paperwork. I was getting very distracted thinking about the bound and gagged Dylan and his predicament of being hopelessly tied up in a filthy shed with other staff members within shouting distance and not knowing he was there.
When I got to the bunk and signed the paperwork, I constantly worried about what was happening at the Lake. The campers and nurse were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. One of the counselors asked me if I was going to go with the ambulance.
He was right! I wasn't thinking straight.
In addition to the nurse, a counselor or, in my case, a supervisor also needed to go. I was now really beside myself. What about Dylan?
Then, like a gift from heaven, the late-night staff member I volunteered to replace so I could play a game with Dylan appeared.
He said he would go since the camp nurse was his girlfriend. He would keep her company in the hospital, help her call the parents, and do paperwork.
I thanked him and told him I needed to return to the Lake.
I raced as fast as I could back to the Lake. I was gone for over forty minutes. I went to the shed, opened the door, and no Dylan!!! He was gone, vanished.
Shit, could one of the waterfront staff members have found and untied him?
Would Dylan tell them I was playing a game with him?
I was the one who now needed an ambulance. I ran over to Dylan's cabin, pushed open the door, and he was lying on his bed.
I asked him what had happened.
He said, "Eddie Watts had come to get something out of the shed and found me. I was sitting on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. Eddie picked me up off the shed floor, lifted me, and threw me over his shoulder. I was kicking and trying to scream. He brought me to the waterfront staff's recreation room and put me on a couch."
Dylan told me that Eddie had said, "Look at what I found lying in the shed." Both the male and female staff were laughing and wondering how I ended up helplessly bound and gagged in a tool shed.
He said Ray McKinley, his supervisor, came in, looked at him, and told Eddie to untie him.
Ray was furious and said a full report would need to be completed in the morning. He asked me who had done this to me, and I told Ray it was you. He wouldn't let me explain it was only a game.
Never in my life did I feel like I was going to pass out. I was having trouble seeing; I was faint.
Then Dylan laughed and told me what a great game it was.
I asked him what the F he was talking about.
He thought I planned to get Jim Napoli to talk about the sick camper on his walkie-talkie.
He said it was very creative to put him in the shed, where there were many tools he could lean against to cut his ropes.
Dylan told me It took him some time to get loose, but he had done it before.
He finally said the part about Eddie and Ray was only a joke!
I sat in a chair and tried to stop hyperventilating.
Dylan went way out of bounds putting together that whole tale. He must have known how upset it made me.
I was pissed. I told Dylan I was leaving.
He told me to come back anytime.
What a night. I wanted to get this whole episode out of my mind.
I finally calmed down and returned to my cabin and bed, thinking about what had happened.
It was great tying up Dylan and playing the game, even though it ended poorly.
The best part was the part I didn't see. It was the visual I imagined of Eddie throwing Dylan over his shoulder and bringing him back to the recreation room for all the other staff to see.
Something about that made me excited.
I really shouldn't be doing this with Dylan. It's way too dangerous and not worth it. He had to know that his big lie about Eddie and Ray would scare the hell out of me.
I don't trust him very much anymore. I now worry that he will tell someone.
I should not do this again with Dylan.
End of Part Four
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"I should not do this again with Dylan."
... But we all know Adam will.
Wonderful addition Brez510! I enjoyed it very much!
... But we all know Adam will.
Wonderful addition Brez510! I enjoyed it very much!
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Thanks for posting this tale. Looking forward to the next part.
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Adam and Dylan's Summer Camp Secret - Part Five
After my gut-wrenching, not-so-fun-filled game with Dylan, moving him from his cabin to the road bound and gagged, I didn't immediately see him again.
Unlike Adam, I didn't have the time to sneak away to Dylan's each night after dinner. The last thing I needed was to not follow camp policies, which I'm supposed to enforce or break the rules myself.
Against my better judgment, I knew the time would come soon for me to figure out a way for our next game. I'm sure Dylan was anxious, too.
A few days later, after lunch, I stood outside the dining hall with Adam when Dylan walked over.
I got uncomfortable with Adam standing next to me, and I sensed Adam was feeling awkward, too. Adam had no idea I knew about his past tie-up games with Dylan and certainly didn't have the faintest idea that I took over his place.
Dylan said, "I've been a little tied up lately; I'm just checking to see how you guys are doing."
I suspect Adam and I were both praying that Dylan wouldn't follow that line by saying anything more. If Dylan needed to be gagged, this would have been a good time, I thought.
The three of us made small talk, and Dylan, a few moments later, excused himself by saying he had to get back to the Lake to finish setting up for an afternoon swim meet. He said he was "bound" to get into trouble if he was late.
Adam and I also went our separate ways.
Why did Dylan say these things about "being a little tied up" and "bound to get into trouble?" It was two jerky things to say with Adam and me there at the same time. I think he was looking for some reaction or to see if Adam and I were getting uncomfortable.
I wondered if Dylan was still playing games with Adam late at night or on their days off from Camp.
I was actually getting jealous with zero proof that this was happening.
Again, I started to question my own sanity. Why would I get jealous over this?
It was playing on my mind, and since Dylan did such a stupid thing by coming over to Adam and me and saying things like, "I've been a little tied up lately," I decided to go to Dylan at the waterfront the next morning to discuss with him that he needed to be more discreet if he wanted me to keep on doing tie-up games with him. He had no other choice but me now to fulfill his tie-up game stories. I was going to set ground rules for privacy with him.
The following day, I walked down to the Lake. I saw Dylan's supervisor, Ray McKinley, working on some of the Camp's canoes.
I gave Ray a BS story about needing to see Dylan about some waterfront scheduling changes for the next few weeks.
Ray told me Dylan wasn't feeling well and gave him the morning off. He told me Dylan complained about muscle soreness from swimming in one of his calves and had done the same thing the week before. Ray said he thought Dylan might be teaching too many classes, and that's why this is happening.
I told Ray I would catch up with Dylan later in the day.
I wondered if this was a real medical issue or if Dylan was up to something. When we were together a few nights back, he showed no indication of a problem.
I went to Dylan's cabin to see how he was feeling. As I approached, I saw Dylan walking down the dirt road.
If he didn't feel well, where was he going?
I was enraged. Was he going to meet Adam somewhere? Adam was supposed to be with his bunk at an activity. There was no way Adam could pull that one off without a lot of camp staff noticing.
I decided to follow Dylan.
I stayed a good ways behind him. He kept walking to an area we called "Rough Town." This is part of the Camp where many maintenance, housekeeping, and kitchen staff resided for the summer. It's run down and looks like the worst part of a town, which is how it got its name.
Since the staff who lived in Rough Town weren't dealing with campers per se, they had their own set of rules. They abided by no curfews or rules regarding how they came and went in and out of Camp. Many of them were sketchy. They liked Rough Town just as it was, even as the Camp's owner offered to paint and freshen up the area.
What was Dylan doing here?
While Dylan was walking through Rough Town, it appeared very quiet. No one seemed to be around, which made sense since most of the staff from there were on the main Camp grounds doing their jobs.
Dylan carried a small pack and wore sweatpants, sneakers, and a white t-shirt.
Again, I questioned my sanity. Dylan was probably trying to walk off his calf tightness. He most likely decided to head to Rough Town and back in the hopes that he could work it out and be able to return to the waterfront in the afternoon.
I felt stupid now following him. Dylan was almost at the end of Rough Town. I'm sure he was going to turn around and head back.
Just as I was about to get way off the road so Dylan wouldn't see me when he turned back towards Camp, I viewed him heading to one of the old, beat-up staff houses. He knocked and entered a side door.
This house was occupied by the Reed Brothers, Avril, Luke, and James. They were the only staff members who lived in the Camp year-round. When the Camp closed for the season, they maintained the property. During Camp, they were in charge of repairs. They fixed camp furniture, beds, vehicles, electrical appliances, and tools. They mostly stayed around their house since they had a workshop and motor vehicle repair area next to it.
What business could Dylan have with these guys? They were scruffy and unkempt, which was scary, yet they never had any problems with Camp owners or summer staff. They did their jobs well.
I decided to wait and see what was going on. I quietly moved closer to the Reed's house and found a spot in some thick bushes near the side yard where Dylan entered.
Again, I was upset with myself. Maybe Dylan walked there to ask them about fixing something.
About ten minutes later, Avril opened the side door and looked around. James followed him.
Then, to my total surprise, Luke came out the door with Dylan. He was holding his hand around Dylan's mouth.
Dylan was kicking with all his might to get loose and run.
Dylan was no longer in sweatpants. He had changed into or was forced to wear what seemed to be a pair of denim micro shorts that were even shorter than the pairs he usually wore. Dylan also wore a tight white crop top shirt that barely covered any of his upper body. He was barefoot.
At first, I panicked and was going to jump into action from behind the bushes, but since Dylan went into the house willingly and the Reed Brothers were pretty much harmless, I realized that he did this intentionally.
I was shocked by what I saw.
The Reeds moved Dylan over to a tree. Luke removed his hand and then forcefully shoved a white cloth into Dylan's mouth.
Avril told James to keep watch to make sure no one was around.
Avril and Luke then worked on tying Dylan to the tree. They pulled his arms behind the tree, took some brown course rope, and tied his wrists together. I could see by how they tugged the rope that it was severely tight. As they pulled the rope, I could hear Dylan heavily moan through the cloth shoved into his mouth. It must have been quite painful.
They then took more rope, tied it around his left upper arm, ran it behind the tree around his right upper arm, and back across his chest, repeating this several times, pulling it as tight as possible.
They then spread Dylan's bare legs apart, tied each ankle as tightly as possible, and then attached the ends of those ropes to small wooden spikes placed in the ground.
After they were satisfied with their work, Luke removed the cloth from Dylan's mouth.
Avril asked why Dylan was trespassing on their property.
Dylan told them his car had broken down on the road, and he was looking for a house to call from since he had no cell service.
This was a Dylan on steroids, the ultimate guy in distress—Skimply dressed, with three burley mountain men types holding him against his will.
Dylan, in his most submissive voice, begged them to let him leave. He would forget the whole incident happened and not call the police.
He then used his famous line, "I would do anything," if you just let me go.
Avril told him that, unfortunately, he wasn't going anywhere. He told Luke to gag Dylan again because the fun was about to begin.
He pulled a red ball gag out of his pocket, went behind Dylan, tied to the tree, shoved it in his mouth, and buckled it off behind Dylan's neck.
I had never seen Dylan ball gagged. Adam and I only used clothes.
The gag fit perfectly into Dylan's mouth. It was medium size and fit in snugly.
Here was Dylan, now radically bound to a tree, legs spread and ball gagged. The ropes looked excruciatingly tight. There was no give, and Dylan could not move at all. Seeing this light blond, long-haired, deep blue-eyed guy with a swimmer's body acting in distress had me going.
I was hot and bothered beyond belief. I was so pissed at Dyan for messing with Adam, and my heads I felt that he was getting what he deserved, even if he was orchestrating the whole thing at the hands of the Reed Brothers.
I thought I had tied Dylan tight, but this was the real deal. It made my ropework look like child's play.
Avril then took a pair of scissors out of his pocket. He walked up to Dylan and, almost into his gagged face, asked if he was going to tell them why he was trespassing.
Dylan mumbled through the gag and shook his head no.
Avril then looked at Dylan's legs, which were tied to the ankles and spread apart.
Avril asked him again why he was trespassing. Dylan turned his head sideways.
Avril then took his scissors and moved the blunt end from his shoulders down Dylan's body, then down his left leg to his ankles.
Dylan tried to scream through the gag. Avril walked up to Dylan's face again, grabbed him roughly by the chin, and said, "Tell me why you are trespassing."
Dylan again shook his head no.
Then, James came running and told Avril that he could see some kitchen staff returning after cleaning up the dining hall from breakfast.
The Reeds and Dylan all had fear in their faces.
The three brothers released Dyan as fast as they could. They all then hurried back into the house.
It's hard to explain how much I was mesmerized by this whole episode.
The way Dyan played this game left much up to the imagination.
How did Dylan ever hook up with the Reeds? How did he even discuss what he wanted them to do to him?
A few minutes later, an old, dirty, and battered light blue Ford pickup truck moved to the side of the house where Dylan had been tied up.
Avril came out with Dylan. The two guys in the truck I had seen before. They were troublemakers from town.
Dylan walked to the passenger side and bent over to lean into the truck window so he could talk in privacy.
He had a brief discussion with the passenger. I couldn't hear what they were talking about.
They finished talking, and the truck backed up and pulled away.
Dylan and Avril went back inside.
What was Dylan up to? This whole thing was bizarre and surreal. What possible reason could Dylan have talked to those two no-good-town guys about?
In about ten more minutes, they all came out of the house. Dylan was in his sweats again.
Dylan handed over several bills to Avril as they exited the house's side door. He shook hands with the brothers and started walking back towards the Lake.
I was safe in the bushes and knew I wasn't being watched.
When I saw the coast was clear, I moved towards the woods to avoid being spotted on the main path.
As Dylan walked down the path, I saw two maintenance guys in a work golf cart pull up to him. They started talking to Dylan, who said he had been off for a few hours and decided to take a walk. They said their goodbyes and moved on.
Little did they know that just minutes ago, Dylan was tightly tied to a tree and ball gagged at the Reed's house.
What I observed was another, bolder version of Dylan's game-playing imagination.
There was another side to Dylan beyond simple, innocent tie-up games.
His interaction with the two town guys in the old pickup was even more troubling. What was that all about??
I returned to Camp, and later that afternoon, I saw Dylan and told him that Ray McKinley had told me he had a sore leg.
Dylan said yes and that resting in his cabin all morning made it feel much better.
-Of course Dylan-
End of Part Five
After my gut-wrenching, not-so-fun-filled game with Dylan, moving him from his cabin to the road bound and gagged, I didn't immediately see him again.
Unlike Adam, I didn't have the time to sneak away to Dylan's each night after dinner. The last thing I needed was to not follow camp policies, which I'm supposed to enforce or break the rules myself.
Against my better judgment, I knew the time would come soon for me to figure out a way for our next game. I'm sure Dylan was anxious, too.
A few days later, after lunch, I stood outside the dining hall with Adam when Dylan walked over.
I got uncomfortable with Adam standing next to me, and I sensed Adam was feeling awkward, too. Adam had no idea I knew about his past tie-up games with Dylan and certainly didn't have the faintest idea that I took over his place.
Dylan said, "I've been a little tied up lately; I'm just checking to see how you guys are doing."
I suspect Adam and I were both praying that Dylan wouldn't follow that line by saying anything more. If Dylan needed to be gagged, this would have been a good time, I thought.
The three of us made small talk, and Dylan, a few moments later, excused himself by saying he had to get back to the Lake to finish setting up for an afternoon swim meet. He said he was "bound" to get into trouble if he was late.
Adam and I also went our separate ways.
Why did Dylan say these things about "being a little tied up" and "bound to get into trouble?" It was two jerky things to say with Adam and me there at the same time. I think he was looking for some reaction or to see if Adam and I were getting uncomfortable.
I wondered if Dylan was still playing games with Adam late at night or on their days off from Camp.
I was actually getting jealous with zero proof that this was happening.
Again, I started to question my own sanity. Why would I get jealous over this?
It was playing on my mind, and since Dylan did such a stupid thing by coming over to Adam and me and saying things like, "I've been a little tied up lately," I decided to go to Dylan at the waterfront the next morning to discuss with him that he needed to be more discreet if he wanted me to keep on doing tie-up games with him. He had no other choice but me now to fulfill his tie-up game stories. I was going to set ground rules for privacy with him.
The following day, I walked down to the Lake. I saw Dylan's supervisor, Ray McKinley, working on some of the Camp's canoes.
I gave Ray a BS story about needing to see Dylan about some waterfront scheduling changes for the next few weeks.
Ray told me Dylan wasn't feeling well and gave him the morning off. He told me Dylan complained about muscle soreness from swimming in one of his calves and had done the same thing the week before. Ray said he thought Dylan might be teaching too many classes, and that's why this is happening.
I told Ray I would catch up with Dylan later in the day.
I wondered if this was a real medical issue or if Dylan was up to something. When we were together a few nights back, he showed no indication of a problem.
I went to Dylan's cabin to see how he was feeling. As I approached, I saw Dylan walking down the dirt road.
If he didn't feel well, where was he going?
I was enraged. Was he going to meet Adam somewhere? Adam was supposed to be with his bunk at an activity. There was no way Adam could pull that one off without a lot of camp staff noticing.
I decided to follow Dylan.
I stayed a good ways behind him. He kept walking to an area we called "Rough Town." This is part of the Camp where many maintenance, housekeeping, and kitchen staff resided for the summer. It's run down and looks like the worst part of a town, which is how it got its name.
Since the staff who lived in Rough Town weren't dealing with campers per se, they had their own set of rules. They abided by no curfews or rules regarding how they came and went in and out of Camp. Many of them were sketchy. They liked Rough Town just as it was, even as the Camp's owner offered to paint and freshen up the area.
What was Dylan doing here?
While Dylan was walking through Rough Town, it appeared very quiet. No one seemed to be around, which made sense since most of the staff from there were on the main Camp grounds doing their jobs.
Dylan carried a small pack and wore sweatpants, sneakers, and a white t-shirt.
Again, I questioned my sanity. Dylan was probably trying to walk off his calf tightness. He most likely decided to head to Rough Town and back in the hopes that he could work it out and be able to return to the waterfront in the afternoon.
I felt stupid now following him. Dylan was almost at the end of Rough Town. I'm sure he was going to turn around and head back.
Just as I was about to get way off the road so Dylan wouldn't see me when he turned back towards Camp, I viewed him heading to one of the old, beat-up staff houses. He knocked and entered a side door.
This house was occupied by the Reed Brothers, Avril, Luke, and James. They were the only staff members who lived in the Camp year-round. When the Camp closed for the season, they maintained the property. During Camp, they were in charge of repairs. They fixed camp furniture, beds, vehicles, electrical appliances, and tools. They mostly stayed around their house since they had a workshop and motor vehicle repair area next to it.
What business could Dylan have with these guys? They were scruffy and unkempt, which was scary, yet they never had any problems with Camp owners or summer staff. They did their jobs well.
I decided to wait and see what was going on. I quietly moved closer to the Reed's house and found a spot in some thick bushes near the side yard where Dylan entered.
Again, I was upset with myself. Maybe Dylan walked there to ask them about fixing something.
About ten minutes later, Avril opened the side door and looked around. James followed him.
Then, to my total surprise, Luke came out the door with Dylan. He was holding his hand around Dylan's mouth.
Dylan was kicking with all his might to get loose and run.
Dylan was no longer in sweatpants. He had changed into or was forced to wear what seemed to be a pair of denim micro shorts that were even shorter than the pairs he usually wore. Dylan also wore a tight white crop top shirt that barely covered any of his upper body. He was barefoot.
At first, I panicked and was going to jump into action from behind the bushes, but since Dylan went into the house willingly and the Reed Brothers were pretty much harmless, I realized that he did this intentionally.
I was shocked by what I saw.
The Reeds moved Dylan over to a tree. Luke removed his hand and then forcefully shoved a white cloth into Dylan's mouth.
Avril told James to keep watch to make sure no one was around.
Avril and Luke then worked on tying Dylan to the tree. They pulled his arms behind the tree, took some brown course rope, and tied his wrists together. I could see by how they tugged the rope that it was severely tight. As they pulled the rope, I could hear Dylan heavily moan through the cloth shoved into his mouth. It must have been quite painful.
They then took more rope, tied it around his left upper arm, ran it behind the tree around his right upper arm, and back across his chest, repeating this several times, pulling it as tight as possible.
They then spread Dylan's bare legs apart, tied each ankle as tightly as possible, and then attached the ends of those ropes to small wooden spikes placed in the ground.
After they were satisfied with their work, Luke removed the cloth from Dylan's mouth.
Avril asked why Dylan was trespassing on their property.
Dylan told them his car had broken down on the road, and he was looking for a house to call from since he had no cell service.
This was a Dylan on steroids, the ultimate guy in distress—Skimply dressed, with three burley mountain men types holding him against his will.
Dylan, in his most submissive voice, begged them to let him leave. He would forget the whole incident happened and not call the police.
He then used his famous line, "I would do anything," if you just let me go.
Avril told him that, unfortunately, he wasn't going anywhere. He told Luke to gag Dylan again because the fun was about to begin.
He pulled a red ball gag out of his pocket, went behind Dylan, tied to the tree, shoved it in his mouth, and buckled it off behind Dylan's neck.
I had never seen Dylan ball gagged. Adam and I only used clothes.
The gag fit perfectly into Dylan's mouth. It was medium size and fit in snugly.
Here was Dylan, now radically bound to a tree, legs spread and ball gagged. The ropes looked excruciatingly tight. There was no give, and Dylan could not move at all. Seeing this light blond, long-haired, deep blue-eyed guy with a swimmer's body acting in distress had me going.
I was hot and bothered beyond belief. I was so pissed at Dyan for messing with Adam, and my heads I felt that he was getting what he deserved, even if he was orchestrating the whole thing at the hands of the Reed Brothers.
I thought I had tied Dylan tight, but this was the real deal. It made my ropework look like child's play.
Avril then took a pair of scissors out of his pocket. He walked up to Dylan and, almost into his gagged face, asked if he was going to tell them why he was trespassing.
Dylan mumbled through the gag and shook his head no.
Avril then looked at Dylan's legs, which were tied to the ankles and spread apart.
Avril asked him again why he was trespassing. Dylan turned his head sideways.
Avril then took his scissors and moved the blunt end from his shoulders down Dylan's body, then down his left leg to his ankles.
Dylan tried to scream through the gag. Avril walked up to Dylan's face again, grabbed him roughly by the chin, and said, "Tell me why you are trespassing."
Dylan again shook his head no.
Then, James came running and told Avril that he could see some kitchen staff returning after cleaning up the dining hall from breakfast.
The Reeds and Dylan all had fear in their faces.
The three brothers released Dyan as fast as they could. They all then hurried back into the house.
It's hard to explain how much I was mesmerized by this whole episode.
The way Dyan played this game left much up to the imagination.
How did Dylan ever hook up with the Reeds? How did he even discuss what he wanted them to do to him?
A few minutes later, an old, dirty, and battered light blue Ford pickup truck moved to the side of the house where Dylan had been tied up.
Avril came out with Dylan. The two guys in the truck I had seen before. They were troublemakers from town.
Dylan walked to the passenger side and bent over to lean into the truck window so he could talk in privacy.
He had a brief discussion with the passenger. I couldn't hear what they were talking about.
They finished talking, and the truck backed up and pulled away.
Dylan and Avril went back inside.
What was Dylan up to? This whole thing was bizarre and surreal. What possible reason could Dylan have talked to those two no-good-town guys about?
In about ten more minutes, they all came out of the house. Dylan was in his sweats again.
Dylan handed over several bills to Avril as they exited the house's side door. He shook hands with the brothers and started walking back towards the Lake.
I was safe in the bushes and knew I wasn't being watched.
When I saw the coast was clear, I moved towards the woods to avoid being spotted on the main path.
As Dylan walked down the path, I saw two maintenance guys in a work golf cart pull up to him. They started talking to Dylan, who said he had been off for a few hours and decided to take a walk. They said their goodbyes and moved on.
Little did they know that just minutes ago, Dylan was tightly tied to a tree and ball gagged at the Reed's house.
What I observed was another, bolder version of Dylan's game-playing imagination.
There was another side to Dylan beyond simple, innocent tie-up games.
His interaction with the two town guys in the old pickup was even more troubling. What was that all about??
I returned to Camp, and later that afternoon, I saw Dylan and told him that Ray McKinley had told me he had a sore leg.
Dylan said yes and that resting in his cabin all morning made it feel much better.
-Of course Dylan-
End of Part Five
The adventures are getting better.
Loving this. Dylan knows how to get what he wants!
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Dylan sounds like my type of people! Crop tops, short shorts and an unshakable urge to be tied in compromising situations! Can't wait for more chapters