Loser Day

By Aldric

Copyright 2020 by Aldric
pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

My apologies to anyone who may have tried to contact me via the comment address I have used for decades. For some reason, mail to Pietar@spamex.com stopped working on some platforms recently. It isn’t spamex’s fault, some email servers still deliver mail to there. But I know for a fact that yahoo does not, mail sent to that address bounces back. Since I don’t know the cause, I can’t get it fixed.

So starting now, those who wish to send me their comments may use pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores are part of the name and must be put in. Sorry for the confusion.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Loser Day

Derek Landon was in the woods, his favorite place, and was so intrigued by the spider he had found that he was unaware of anything taking place around him. He had asked for and been granted permission to go exploring by his patrol leader when the boy scout troop he was in was given free time to do what they wanted. He wasn’t supposed to leave the camp boundary, but he knew that the older wooded area just beyond the boundary would hold more interesting creatures than within the camp area.
 
The spider that had his attention was a species of the golden orb spider. This particular one was a female Nephila Clavipes. Derek knew it was female by its size. He had found it by its web, but once he saw the web the bright color of the spider made it easy to spot.
 
Suddenly Derek felt a sharp pain in his leg, just above his ankle. His first thought was that a spider had bit him but then he heard the voice.
 
“Okay weirdo, get up. You’re coming with us.”
 
Derek rubbed his leg before he stood up and turned around. Five boys had surrounded him and they all had slingshots pointed at him. Derek was pretty sure they belonged to another troop camped here for he had seen them around the camp. A couple appeared to be a little older than Derek’s thirteen and the rest looked to be eleven or twelve years old.
 
Derek considered running but immediately dismissed the idea. He was a poor runner and they would catch him in seconds. Besides, he couldn’t outrun their slingshots and at least one of them had already proved to be a good shot.
 
“Look, just leave me alone, I’ve never done anything to any of you,” Derek said.
 
“Doesn’t matter,” the oldest one responded. “We’re playing Loser Day and you’ve won. So come with us.”
 
“And if I choose not to?” Derek asked.
 
Two of the boys released their missiles, and both hit Derek. AK’s pebble hit him in the groin while Cam’s shot hit in the center of his chest. Both the pebbles were small but they still stung when they hit.
 
“Reload with BBs,” their leader said. One at a time the boys dropped their pebble and replaced it with a BB.
 
“Now, are you going to come with us or do you want to find out how much more a BB will hurt?” the leader asked.
 
Derek didn’t want to find out, the three places he’d already been hit still stung. “Where are you taking me?” he asked.
 
“Not far,” the leader said. “Take off your shirt and shoes and socks and leave them here. Mike and Jason will lead, just follow them. The rest of us will be behind you. And we won’t hesitate to shoot if you try anything. You won’t get far without shoes and without a shirt you won’t be able to hide.”
 
The group waited until Derek had stripped down to his shorts. He dropped his scout shirt next to his shoes and socks. Derek stepped in behind Jason while Mike led the way. He could hear the others behind him and didn’t dare try any escape. They led him further from the camp boundary.
 
They didn’t travel far, which was good because Derek’s feet were not tough enough to travel far on the rough ground. They weren’t following a path but they did travel in a more or less straight line.
 
“Okay, this is good enough,” the leader said. “We don’t get boy scouts too often to come into our woods and volunteer for Loser Day, normally we have to sneak into their tents at night and haul them out here. I’m AK Cooper. You heard of me?”
 
Derek had heard stories about how a boy named AK lured kids out and left them naked close to a nearby town. But he had dismissed them as just campfire stories, just like the one about one-hand Jack and various ghosts.
 
“My troop will come looking for me,” Derek said. He tried to sound surer than he felt.
 
“Good, then they can play Loser Day too,” AK said. “Toss your pants over here,” AK ordered.
 
“You’re going to be in so much trouble,” Derek said.
 
AK launched the BB from his sling and Derek stepped aside. He realized two things—one, the BB wasn’t aimed at him, and second, he couldn’t move fast enough to avoid being hit. He saw the BB hit a tree next to where he’d been standing and saw that it made a small hole in the wood.
 
“Look, you’re the loser so far,” AK said, “But that doesn’t mean you have to stay that way. Just do what we tell you and we’ll give you a chance to escape. But if you don’t, well, I can assure you, the BBs really hurt. We’ll make sure not to hit you as hard as I hit the tree, so they won’t puncture your skin, but they will sure get your attention. So don’t question, don’t argue, just toss your shorts over here.”
 
Derek had a million questions, number one being would he get his clothes back. But he was more afraid of the slingshots so with only a short pause he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He picked them up to hand them over but AK ordered him to stay where he was and just toss them. All of boys remained about ten feet away from him with slingshots loaded and aimed.
 
He was shy and the smirks on the boy’s faces, especially the younger ones, made it worse as he stood there in just a pair of boxer shorts. He tossed his shorts over by AK.
 
“Reload with pebbles and make him entertain us while I see what we’ve got here,” AK said to the others. The five remaining boys all changed out the ammunition they had in their slings.
 
“Dance for us,” Jason ordered and fired at Derek’s feet. Derek jumped up and down while the five took turns shooting at his feet. Many of the shots hit and stung.
 
“Now sing us a song,” Mike yelled. “Sing the teapot song and act it out while you sing it.”
 
As Derek began to sing he was horrified to see AK holding a camera and apparently taping it. Derek saw that it was his cell phone that was being used. He completed the song with his ears burning.
 
“Now, I can post that on your Facebook page if you want,” AK said. “I see you have an automatic upload app. If you don’t want it on Facebook you’d better be a good Loser and follow directions. Here is how we play. I’ve already let the kids in town know we’re playing, so they’ll be on their way looking for you. We’re going to take your clothes and head towards town. We’ll drop your clothes along the way and your cell phone will be back in a pocket in your shorts. And here’s your chance to escape if you want. You can head back to camp if you dare. But there is one more little detail.” With a nod to two other boys they stepped toward him.
 
“Put your hands behind your back,” one of the boys said.
 
Derek knew it was a bad idea, but again, he couldn’t escape them and their sling shots, so he did as he was instructed. He heard the distinctive sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll and immediately felt it being wrapped around his arms just above his wrists. Then his boxers were pulled down to his ankles.
 
“You’d better head back to your camp,” the kid said. “The girls sure aren’t going to be impressed with that tiny thing. And if you can’t impress the girls you get a spanking.”
 
With a laugh the boys took off heading away from camp. Derek noticed they had brought his shirt, shoes, and socks with them. When they got about twenty yards away one of them turned and yelled back to him.
 
“Here, I’ll make the first one easy to find.” The boy dropped one of Derek’s socks on the ground. “You’d better hurry, the town isn’t that far away.”
 
Derek didn’t really have a choice. He really didn’t want to return to camp naked. He’d been pantsed (a common occurrence for all the boys in his troop) and this would be far worse. Plus, he couldn’t abandon his cell phone, especially since it had the video of him dancing the tea pot song in his underwear. So he began to follow the boys. But with his underpants around his ankles he could only take small steps. He tried to pull them up but wasn’t able to, so he stepped out of them and left them behind.
 
The boys were already out of sight. For a while Derek could see tracks in the soil and he saw that they had split up. One set of tracks went straight ahead while the others move off to both sides. He had no idea which set had his shorts. He decided to follow the set that went straight but after a few minutes the trail disappeared. He tried to move sideways to pick it up again but couldn’t find a track. Then he realized that he hadn’t paid enough attention to where the sun was and was no longer sure what direction he was moving. His boy scout training said that as soon as you became lost, stay where you were until somebody finds you. But this was different. He had to find his clothes first. He chose a direction and moved forward.
 
Joel Smith was Derek’s patrol leader and friend. When Derek didn’t return after the first hour he went out to search for him. The ground was soft and sandy and it was easy to follow where the boy had gone. When he reached the fence at the end of the scout camp he considered turning back, but that would mean Derek would get in trouble and as patrol leader so would he. If he could just find Derek and get back nobody would notice, so he climbed over the fence and followed the trail.
 
He came to the place where Derek had been kneeling in the dirt next to a spider web and then found the other sets of tracks that surrounded him. Again, he considered heading back, but if Derek was in trouble he didn’t want to abandon him. The trail again was easy to find, right up to the point where he saw a pair of boxers on the ground. They looked like the same pair that Derek had been wearing.
 
“Hey, those are mine,” a boy said as Joel bent to pick them up. Joel had been listening and paying attention and thought the woods were empty until this kid stepped out from behind a tree. The kid couldn’t have been more than eleven years old. Not a threat.
 
“No they aren’t yours, they belong to a friend of mine and I think you know where he is.”
 
“You don’t want to join your friend right now, he’s kind of tied up. We’ll make sure he gets back to your camp safe and sound. So drop the boxers and turn around and head back.”
 
“You don’t scare me,” Joel said. “Now tell me where my friend is or I’ll…”
 
“You’ll what?” Another voice said, this time from behind Joel. Joel turned and saw three boys with sling shots aimed at him. Derek’s scout shirt was on the ground in front of one of them and his shoes in front of another.
 
“I think we got us another loser Mike,” the younger boy who was now behind Joel said. The boy ran up and grabbed Derek’s boxers from his hand.
 
“Hey, I told you, those aren’t yours, give them back,” Joel yelled. He immediately regretted it as two pebbles hit his bare legs. As soon as he turned back to the other boys, he saw one was still ready to shoot and the other two were reloading.
 
“I think you’re right Chuck,” the one called Mike said. “AK will be happy with you. This might even get you the promotion you’ve been working towards.” Mike turned back to Joel and said, “Strip. Take off everything. Do it in less than one minute or we open fire. And we’ll aim for places that hurt a lot more.”
 
To prove his point, Mike let go with his pebble which struck Joel in his knee. The pain it caused was much worse than what the first two pebbles had caused.
 
Joel knew now that he had made a mistake by not going back and getting help. He thought about running but the boys would be firing on him the minute he moved. He made the same decision that Derek had made not very long ago and started to undress.
 
He probably wasn’t done in the minute he had been given but the boys didn’t shoot at him again. As soon as he was completely naked Mike dropped his slingshot and moved in to pick up the clothes.
 
“Come to attention and let’s hear the Scout Oath,” Mike said as he searched through the pockets on Joel’s shorts.
 
Joel began. “On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country,” but he paused when he saw that Mike was using a cell phone to record it. “Keep going,” Mike said.
 
“And to obey the Scout Law; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.”
 
“Yeah, you’re morally straight all right,” Mike said as he stopped recording and pointed down at Joel’s groin. Joel was erect and now even more mortified than ever. He covered himself with both hands.
 
Mike pulled something out of the small back pack he had on and tossed it to Chuck. He then picked up his slingshot and re-loaded it.
 
“Put your hands behind your back,” Mike said.
 
Mike guessed that Dereck must have been in the same situation and had probably made the same decision. He put his hands behind his back and let Chuck tape his wrists together.
 
“Your friend went that way,” Mike pointed. “He isn’t very far off; you should be able to hear it just a little ways through the woods. Happy Loser’s Day, loser.”
 
Taking his clothes with him, Mike and the other boys moved off at a run. Joel had no chance nor desire to keep up with them. He figured going back to camp was probably the best choice, but again he decided not to abandon Derek.
 
At least Mike hadn’t lied. Joel had gone in the direction he had pointed and within ten minutes he heard the sound of many people laughing and yelling. It was at this point that his courage almost gave out. He stood there torn between going towards the noise knowing he would find Derek, or leaving him behind and returning naked to camp.
 
Before he could make up his mind the decision was made for him. “Hey, look, there’s another loser,” was shouted from the direction of the noise and within seconds he was surrounded by dozens of kids, boys and girls, ranging from eight or nine up to fourteen or fifteen years old. They pulled him into the center of the group where he saw Derek.
 
 Derek was bent over a young girl’s lap being spanked. The girl couldn’t have been more than eight, but Derek was kicking and crying while being held in place by older kids. His butt was bright red.
 
The kids started shouting “Loser, loser,” as Joel was dragged to the center. One of the older girls came up and yelled back to the crowd, “I think this loser is a shooter!”
 
She immediately started to rub his dick. Joel couldn’t help but get hard again as the girl manipulated him. It only took a few seconds before he did shoot. But that didn’t end it, another girl took over and brought him to another climax, then another. A fourth tried but he was spent.
 
“Nope, not enough loser,” a girl yelled in Joel’s ear. “We’re not impressed.” Joel was pulled down over the waiting lap of a young teen girl and soon his backside was getting sore.
 
As each girl tired, he was passed on to another until he, like Derek, was crying and kicking. Not until each girl had spanked him did they let him up. They had already finished with Derek.
 
“Send them home, send them home!” the crowd chanted.
 
“Wait, we need to give this one another chance,” the older girl said, pointing to Derek. She looked at Joel and said, “If you can make him cum we’ll cut the tape. If not, we’ll have some more fun before we let you go.”
 
Joel was pushed backwards over to where Derek stood. He felt his hands come in contact with Derek’s dick and tried to step away. “Do it this way or we’ll make you two do something far worse,” a boy said. “You know what a sixty-nine is?”
 
Joel knew and wanted no part of that, so he stepped back to Joel and began to stroke Derek to hardness. He tried to concentrate on it as the boys all laughed and the girls gathered around to watch. He was soon rewarded with a splash of a sticky, hot liquid that he knew was cum.
 
Bets between several of the kids in the crowd were paid off as the tape was cut from both of their arms. Joel and Derek didn’t waste any time getting away from the opening and heading towards what they hoped was their camp.
 
They kept an eye out for their clothes but knew they could be anywhere and that the boys who had taken them might not have left them behind anyway. They were both scared and sore and wanted to get out of the woods before something else happened.
 
They were almost to the fence when they ran into the rest of the boys from their troop. “There you guys are,” the senior patrol leader said as the troop gathered around the two naked boys and laughed at them. “We heard what you were doing.”
 
“You heard? Derek asked. “Why didn’t you come and help?”
 
“Help? How, by giving you dancing or singing instructions? It’s just a good thing you knew your oath Joel.”
 
“What?” Joel asked with obvious confusion. “How did you…”
 
“A group of boys said you were running around naked and filming each other,” the SPL said.
 
“No, that’s not what we were doing,” Derek began.
 
“We didn’t think so either, until they showed us your cell phones. Most of us have copies now. You’ll be dancing naked around the campfire tonight for sure.”
 
“But our clothes, and the kids, they spanked us, and…”
 
“Yeah, they told us you dared them to spank you and so they did, and it looks like they did a good job,” the SPL said. “Come on, let’s get back so you can start supper for us. We left your clothes in your tent. Now we know why you wanted to sleep together.” With a laugh the troop escorted their two naked and embarrassed members back to camp.
 
And the story of their exploits became the source of many a campfire from then on.
 
 



   
   
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