Bobby’s balls! I was in summer camp with a kid named Bobby. No one liked him. He was arrogant, snobbish and he threatened everyone. He snitched on everybody. An opportunity happened when we had free time to enjoy the outdoors as long as we stayed near the main buildings.
We got Bobby beyond some boulders and behind some trees. We tied him out, pulled between several trees. We pulled off one pant leg at a time and quickly tightened the rope before removing the rest of his pants and underwear. Poor Bobby spread wide open with only his shirt on. His c*** was rather large for an overweight fat boy. It was semi-erect too. Perhaps Bobby inherited a big c***, or maybe Bobby just masturbated too much.
We stuffed Bobby’s underwear in his mouth. We carried out our scheme with each of us grabbing some Poison Ivy and rubbing it on Bobby’s c*** and balls. I put the plastic bag over my hand, pulled off some Poison Ivy leaves and took my time rubbing them up and down his shaft, all over the head, on each ball and under his balls. Bobby got harder and harder as each of us lathered the Poison Ivy on his c***.
One boy had a smart phone that sent the photos off to a secret email and deleted them from the phone. So we used his phone to take Bobby’s c*** pics, with it hard and erect, sticking up in the air.
One of the guys took a stick and whipped Bobby’s shaft and balls. Then we tossed his pants in the Poison Ivy patch and untied him. We left him behind as we all headed back to the main area.
Later Bobby showed up and threatened to snitch. He did. We weren’t sure what he said but the camp leaders soon seized several phones and checked them. No pics of Bobby were found and all of us denied knowing anything about Bobby’s unspecified complaint. Instead we made a lot of complaints about him. The matter was dropped.
About two days later Bobby was rubbing his c*** and balls and he had to go the camp nurse! She got to inspect Bobby and his erect but sore, itchy c***. Then it was time to pack up and head for home.
We heard thru the grapevine that Bobby spent the next two weeks rubbing his shaft and balls with Calamine lotion and vowing revenge. Before we left camp, we warned him that the pics would appear on the web if there was any problem from him. We had no problems and the next year Bobby did not attend summer camp.
It’s been two years now and I still have pics of Bobby with his shaft sticking up in the air.
Bobby’s shaft bounces around like rubber as his balls and shaft get whipped with a stick, but he stays hard. It’s funny to watch and satisfying in several ways. I showed the video to my sister and she roared with laughter.
Too bad we couldn’t have done more to him. I leave that to you. What should we have done? What would you have done?