Stories of Tie Up Games

Hi everyone! I'd been reading stories on this site for years and I've finally decided to share with you my own stories. Before I start, I want to point out that even though most of this story DID happen, I'm not sure whether to classify it as fictional or true, because I won't write it as a regular true story. By that I mean that I won't write it from my perspective, rather from the third person perspective. The reason for that is that there were many actions happening in different places at camp at the same time, so even though I couldn't witness all of the events, I heard what happened from other guys in the camp and I wanted to make full coverage of those events. So if I need to move it to fictional stories just tell me. So here we go!

Chapter 1: Arrival at Echo Pines
Echo Camp was an all-boys summer camp. It was a very hot day when the bus stopped in front of a wooden sign that read: "Welcome to Echo Pines – A Place for Growth, Strength, and Friendship.“The doors creaked open, and boys began jumping out one by one, backpacks and duffle bags slipping from their shoulders as they pushed to be the first to see the lake and the cabins scattered along the forest’s edge.

Standing at the front of the line was Alan Parker, the camp’s head counselor, a 45-year-old man with short, graying hair and glasses that frequently slipped down his nose. He was camp's head counselor for many years and he knew every path and corner of Echo Pines, every trail, and every tree. “Welcome, boys,” he said, raising a hand. “This will be a summer you’ll remember.”

Five groups of 10–15 boys each had already been prearranged, each led by a senior teenage counselor who had trained in previous years and was now guiding the younger campers through adventures, games, and the rhythm of camp life.

Cameron Reed, the leader of the Blue Otters, was 18, with black curly hair and brown eyes that held a slightly tired but warm look. He wore a dark blue athletic shirt and gray knee-length shorts, with white socks and white Reebok sneakers with blue stripes. Known for his patience and ability to calm his group even during the most chaotic moments, Cameron had found refuge at camp when his parents divorced when he was 12, making Echo Pines the place he felt safe. Despite his patience, he was known to be the shyest and most insecure of the leaders, probably because he was also the youngest of them.

Jason Miller, 20, led the Green Wolves. His green athletic shirt fit snugly across his broad shoulders, paired with cutoff denim shorts, and black Adidas sneakers with white stripes, alongside dark green socks pulled halfway up his calves. He had short black hair, dark eyes and a beard from three-four days. Jason was the strongest among the counselors, with muscles earned through years of swimming and working construction with his uncle. Despite his imposing build, he was known for his quiet care and reassuring smile that made the boys feel secure.

Tyler Scott, 18, led the Yellow Lynxes, wearing a bright yellow cotton shirt and dark gray athletic shorts with side pockets, along with black Nike sneakers and black socks. His short blond hair and green eyes, paired with freckles sprinkled across his summer-tanned face, gave him an energetic look. He was always joking around, which made the boys of his group like him so much.

Dylan Brooks, 19, led the Gray Falcons. He wore a gray short-sleeved shirt and dark blue shorts, with gray New Balance sneakers and white socks with two black stripes, thin black sunglasses perched on his nose that he frequently pushed back up while talking. His short brown hair and calm, thoughtful expression matched the small black notebook he carried everywhere, documenting every camp day meticulously, hoping to one day become a PE teacher and counselor. He was the calmest, most organized of the leaders, but also the most self-confident.

Ethan Carter, 19, was the leader of the Red Hawks. His red athletic shirt and black shorts made him stand out as he walked through the lines of boys, checking names off his list. On his feet were black Nike sneakers with red Nike-sign and white sole, with black socks, while his short, light brown hair was tousled as if he had just woken up. His blue eyes seemed to smile even when his lips did not, with shoulders that carried the weight of expectation alongside the desire to prove himself as a true leader. This was his second year as a leader, but he was still getting nervous when he needed to show something to boys. Despite that, he was obviously the cutest of all leaders.

The boys spread out into their cabins, laying out sleeping bags, arranging flashlights, while Mr. Parker walked among them, ensuring everyone settled in. Jason sat next to Ethan, tossing twigs into the flames, while Tyler entertained his group with jokes about “camp ghosts,” and Dylan scribbled notes in his notebook, occasionally looking up to see how much the boys were laughing. Cameron, seated slightly apart, quietly told two of the youngest boys in his group how, during his first year at camp, he was terrified of the dark, but his counselor had taught him that darkness was simply the moment before you learned to see what was truly there.

In the morning, Mr. Parker called everyone together in front of the Echo Pines flag, fluttering in the breeze, as the counselors and boys stood in their colored groups, ready for a day full of activities. “Today you’ll learn how to tie knots,” Parker said, walking in front of them with his hands clasped behind his back. “Knot tying isn’t just a camp skill, it’s a test of trust, teamwork, and patience.” The boys were handed ropes of different thicknesses, while the counselors demonstrated the basics – the Prusik knot, the bowline, and the square knot. Jason, with his strong hands, showed how to pull the rope tight, while Ethan patiently explained to each boy individually, Tyler turned the knot practice into a game of speed and strength, Dylan taught tricks to keep ropes from tangling, and Cameron carefully helped his boys remember each step.

Laughter filled the air as boys tried, failed, and tried again, retying and untying, while Parker observed, occasionally stopping by a counselor to praise or correct them to ensure every boy learned properly.

At the end of the practice, Alan raised his hand and said: “Now that you know the basics, get ready. Tomorrow, I have a special game planned that will teach you what it means to use these knots in practice.” The boys exchanged excited glances, while the counselors looked at each other, because even they didn't know what the game was going to be.As they walked back to the cabins, Ethan, holding a rope in his hands, said to Jason: “What do you think he’s got planned?” Jason shrugged: “Whatever it is, I bet it won't be like any other game since he didn't even want to tell us.”

The boys laughed and playfully nudged each other, but everyone knew – tomorrow morning, Echo Pines would become the stage where their summer would truly begin.

TO BE CONTINUED.

This is only the beginning, just to introduce you to the characters that were important in this tie-up game. I'm maybe a little bit too detailed in descriptions, so tell me how it looks to you, because I didn't write this kind of story before.

Great start! This story promises to be a thriller...corralled and captured camp counselors...Woof, Baby!

Welcome aboard, @ajohnson!

@KidnappedCowboy Thanks, I've just finished part two, but when I pressed to show preview it got deleted. It was very long chapter, so I feel really bad about it.

Very promising start! Looking forward to the rest of
the story.

And I would suggest writing your story in a text editor like MS Word or Google Docs, and then copy and paste it here. The text editor here isn’t 100% reliable, unfortunately

Great start, perhaps there will be a stampeed of counselors and campers lassoing and tying each other up for knot practice. Looking forward to more chapters.

Must agree with @Canuck100 about nit writing stories direct to site.
I don't think you need to worry too much about whether to move the post. If people complain one of the Team can move it for you.

So here is my second attempt to write the Chapter 2. I hope so it'll be more successful than the first one.

Chapter 2: You Precious Ethan!
This happened the night before the game started.
Noah was a 14-years old boy from Yellow Lynxes, short black hair, black eyes and athletic build. He was an alpha of their group, very aggressive, skillful, but also not so smart. That night he was bullying one of the younger boys from the Red Hawks. Being so protective of his group, Ethan immediately intervened to protect the boy. I don't exactly remember what was the conversation between him and Noah, but Ethan made him look dumb in front of others and everyone started laughing at him, while boys from Red Hawks were cheering: "Ethan! Ethan! We have the best leader!" Noah's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. He just shouted: "You'll all see and your precious Ethan!" and left. Ethan didn't take him seriously and just enjoyed the love he was getting from his group.

The morning sun shimmered as Alan Parker, the camp director, called all five teams to the main clearing. The leaders stood tall, Jason, Ethan, Cameron, Tyler, and Dylan — as the younger campers gathered, buzzing with excitement over the new game Alan was about to announce. “The game is called ‘Rescue Your Leader’,” Alan said, his deep voice calm yet filled with playful challenge. “In the beginning of the game, all five leaders will try to hide themselves on a limited territory. Each team has to capture one leader of another team and hide him somewhere in your territory. You will need to find and rescue your own leader while preventing the others from rescuing theirs. Now we'll see what leaders teach you about knots, but they'll also learn to trust their team. You can also capture boys from other groups and try to make them tell you where your leader is held, but nobody mustn't be hurt in the process. The game ends at sundown and the winners will be the groups which have their leader freed and one other leader captured.” That's how Parker described the game while bringing boxes with a bunch of ropes and bandanas.

A ripple of murmurs rolled through the campers. The leaders exchanged looks, half amused, half wary. Jason crossed his arms, giving a confident smirk to Cameron across the field. Ethan chuckled lightly, shaking his head, while Dylan adjusted his sunglasses, hiding the flicker of nerves in his eyes. Tyler’s grin was wide, already strategizing with Noah and Liam (another boy from his group).

Ethan tried to keep the mood light, joking with his Red Hawks, but a part of him remembered the tension with Noah from days before. Noah had glared at him from the Yellow Lynxes’ side, jaw tight, remembering how Ethan had intervened to protect a younger camper, making him feel small in front of others. This game was Noah’s chance to reclaim that pride, and Ethan didn’t realize just how personal it had become for him.

When the game began, chaos scattered across Echo Pines like wind over leaves. Ethan tried to hide in the forest area, carefully moving between trees. However, he wasn't aware that someone was following him. Of course, it was Noah with two other boys, Liam (13, Noah's left hand, always joking just as his leader Tyler) and Ben (shy, little bit chubby, but very skilled with rope and knots). They had stalked him silently, using the thick ferns as cover until they were right on him. Ethan had turned, startled, just in time to see Noah’s determined face before strong hands grabbed his arms.

“Whoa, easy! It’s part of the game, I get it,” Ethan laughed, trying to keep the moment light, but Noah didn’t laugh. “Hands behind your back, Ethan,” Noah ordered, his voice low, leaving no room for jokes. Ethan sighed, letting them pull his arms behind him. The rope was scratchy against his wrists as Liam and Ben pulled it tight, crossing the bindings until Ethan’s hands were firmly tied behind him. “Tight enough, huh?” Ethan tried to chuckle, but Noah’s face remained cold. “Blindfold,” Noah said, and Ben slipped a black bandana over Ethan’s eyes. They marched him forward, Ethan tried to count his steps, to sense direction, but with every turn and pause, he lost orientation. He could only hear distant calls from the other groups, while Liam was constantly teasing him: "Wooow Ethan, you look like a superhero with that t-shirt, just the one who got in a really bad trouble!"

They reached an old wooden shed, which was selected as Yellow Lynxes' secret base. The blindfold was taken off, and Ethan blinked in the light, taking a look at the shed. Ben was trying to be kind to Ethan, telling him that three of them will be there to keep an eye on him, while other boys of the group are trying to find their leader Tyler. Ethan just nodded with a slight smile, glad that at least one of the boys is nice to him.

“Alright, you got me. Now what?” Ethan said, still trying to keep a brave face, his red shirt sticking slightly to his back from sweat. Noah stared at him, breathing heavily. “On your knees,” Noah ordered. Ethan hesitated, looking from Noah to Ben and Liam. “C’mon, really?” Noah stepped forward, eyes hard. “Do it.” Ethan slowly lowered himself, putting his knees on the wooden floor of the shed. He tried to keep the mood light for the younger boys. “Hope you guys know, the Red Hawks will come for me.” Noah’s lip curled. “We’ll see.”

Ethan shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his bound hands, but the ropes held firm. He opened his mouth to speak, to try to ease the tension, but Noah snapped: “You talk too much and you think you're so smart, we'll have to fix that, won't we?” Noah looked down at his own feet, then back at Ethan with a calculating glare. He took off his red-white Adidas sneakers and pulled off his black ankle socks, rolling them in his hand, while the smell of sweat and earth rose sharply.

Ethan’s eyes widened. “Hey, Noah, hold on, we don’t need to make this even more unco—”.

“Open your mouth.”

“No, come on, man, that’s not part of the game.”

“Parker only said we can't hurt anybody, right? This won't hurt you, don't worry.”

Ben and Liam exchanged nervous glances as Noah stepped closer. Ethan turned his head, trying to twist away, but Noah ordered Liam and Ben to go behind him and hold his head steady. “Now!” Ethan clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose, but Noah’s eyes burned with that humiliation he had felt in front of others, because of Ethan. He wanted control.

Liam pinched Ethan’s nose briefly, forcing him to gasp, and Noah stuffed the rolled socks into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan groaned, muffled, his eyes closing as the taste of salt and fabric flooded his senses, the smell overpowering. Noah quickly took a small piece of rope and tied it very tightly around Ethan’s head, pressing the sock deeper, silencing him completely. He then took another black bandana and tied it around Ethan's mouth to make sure he can't spit out the socks. Ethan’s breathing was harsh, nostrils flaring as he tried to adjust to the gag, his face red, eyes flashing with anger and embarrassment as drool slightly began to wet the bandana.

“Lay down on your stomatch.” Noah ordered.

Ethan shook his head weakly, trying to protest, but it came out as a muffled whine. Liam and Ben pushed gently on his shoulders, and Ethan lowered himself onto the floor.

“Put your feet together!” Noah continued to give him orders.

At this point Ethan gave up on resisting so he just did what he was told to. Ben quickly wrapped rope around Ethan’s ankles, cinching it tight over his black socks. Ethan grunted, testing the bonds, but they were firm. Noah told Ben to tie Ethan's knees as well on which Ben said: "C'mon bro, he already can't go anywhere like this, it's not necessary". However, Noah continued to insist and said it's necessary to make their prisoner "more comfortable" in an ironic tone. Liam giggled and teased Ethan: "You look like a really nice burrito right now, so pitiful for a Hawks' precious leader." -"Guess how he's gonna look now, let me finish this." - Noah added.

Noah tied another rope from Ethan’s wrists to his ankles, pulling his body into a tight hogtie. Ethan’s back arched, and he groaned again into the gag, his red shirt riding up slightly, revealing the tense muscles of his lower back. His fingers twitched as he tried to find slack in the ropes, but there was none. Noah went to the corner of the shed and pulled an old huge mirror which he placed in front of Ethan. Noah squatted down, looking him in the eyes. "Take a look, I want to share this wonderful sight with you, before I put the blindfold on again. Not so funny now, huh, Ethan? I really hope our teammates manage to capture your stupid Hawks, so they can see their precious leader in full glory. But anyway, I won't forget to ask you about the taste of my socks in front of them. And don't worry, they'll stay inside for long enough to remember it!"

Ethan closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose, the smell of Noah’s sock strong with every breath, his mind racing with humiliation, anger, and the spark of defiance that told him he would remember this. Sweat trickled down his body, while he lay, humiliated, bound, gagged, and completely helpless.

TO BE CONTINUED!
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That's it for now. Tell me how you like this part in the comments and would you like to read what happened to other leaders and Ethan after this? The next part should be titled: "Jason's Unlucky Day". Personally, I was mostly involved in the Ethan storyline, but I also know what happened with other leaders from other boys in the camp and I also saw them captured. As for Ethan's situation none of the other leaders got the treatman as bad as he did. Even though he looked really hot like that and the whole situation was sooo breathtaking, I also kinda felt bad for him, because he was such a kind guy, full of dignity, he didn't deserve it, but anyway it was very exciting overall.

I'm also giving you an AI picture which very well represents how Ethan looked back at the time. AI doesn't allow ropes and stuff, but at least you can have a clear vision of what it looked like.

Thanks everyone on support! I hope you like this part as well. This time I wrote it in a text editor and just copy-pasted it.

His blue eyes seemed to smile even when his lips did not, with shoulders that carried the weight of expectation alongside the desire to prove himself as a true leader.

Your description of Ethan from the First Chapter of your story.

Ehtan's not off to a good start of proving himself a "true leader," if he has gotten himself captured already!

@KidnappedCowboy It was just his desire. It doesn't mean he managed to do it.

Nice!
Must've been fun.

We don't really do summer camp in my part of the world.

Chapter 3: Jason's Unlucky Day
Jason stood at the edge of the small pine grove, arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark green t-shirt clinging to his shoulders as his black Adidas shoes quietly crunched over the pine needles on the ground. Dark green socks peeked above his shoes, and his shorts, made from cut-off denim, ended above his muscular thighs, revealing scratches from earlier patrols around Echo Pines. His eyes scanned the open field in front of the camp while boys ran in small groups, excited before the game began, and he thought about how best to position his team.

He used the time between game announcement and the beginning of it to gather his three strongest boys from the Green Wolves — Nate, Connor, and Luis — and lowered his voice while the others stood nearby, watching him with respect.

“Listen closely, guys. Three of you are going to try to catch one of the weaker leaders. Don’t go after Ethan; he’s too stronger than others, and if you try, he could easily throw you off. Also, Tyler is really fast and nimble, so go for Cameron or Dylan, you might be able to surprise them. The rest of you, look for me. And if I get into trouble… don’t try to play heroes alone, go get reinforcements.”

Connor smirked, “You, in trouble, Jason? I doubt it.”

Jason lightly punched him on the shoulder. “Hey, anything’s possible, kid.” Still, he was confident he could easily avoid any attempt to capture him. He was stronger and faster than most of the leaders, and the boys listened to him.

When Alan Parker gave the signal to start the game, Jason immediately moved toward the deep woods beyond the western ridge of Echo Pines, where he knew he could watch the movements of the other groups. As he ran, branches snapped under his heavy steps, but he was confident he was quiet compared to younger boys who ran like excited puppies through the brush. He stopped beside an old oak, resting his hand on the rough bark, while feeling a light adrenaline rush. It was his third year being a leader at Echo Pines, but the excitement of this game brought something wild and unpredictable he hadn't felt before and he loved it! For a moment he imagined himself tied up and helpless and his feelings were so mixed about it that he tried to erase that image from his mind immediately.

Jason was a target of the Blue Otters, which had been planning how to capture him for a while. Their team was considered the weakest, so they wanted to prove themselves by taking down the strongest leader, which was risky, but also exciting. At one moment, Jason bent down trying to tie the lace on his black Adidas sneaker that had come undone while he was running through the forest.As he crouched, working the knot with his fingers, he suddenly heard the soft crack of twigs behind him, then to his right, then to his left, and finally in front. He froze for a moment and lifted his gaze, still holding the lace, the knot half-finished. Emerging between the trees were four boys wearing the blue shirts of the Blue Otters, spaced out as if they had practiced this ambush for hours—Toby, Mason, Eli, and one who caught him a bit off guard, Sean, a boy with blond hair and a determined look in his eyes, who was the first to speak: “We didn’t expect to find you like this… all bent over.”

Jason straightened up quickly, the lace still dangling untied, as the boys watched him, sweaty and excited. He looked down at his shoe, then back at them, measuring them with his gaze. His heart started beating faster, knowing he couldn't run from them, but he could take them down one by one, likely able to overpower all four together — he had a body built from years of sports and hard work at home. But then he saw the look on their faces—a mix of excitement, nerves, and seriousness as they clutched the ropes and bandana in their hands. They were ready, but there was also respect in their eyes. Mason gave him a half-smile: “Don’t worry about your lace, Jason, we’ll tie it for you… but first, let’s take care of your hands.”

Jason took a deep breath, looking at them, then let his arms drop to his sides. His heart was pounding, but not out of fear — out of the thrill of the game, of the idea of surrendering to the moment to see how these “little” boys would take him. He nodded, and Toby said: “We mean business, you know. We know how tough you are, but we wanna win this game.” Jason shook his head with a half-smile. “Just don’t regret it later.”

They nodded with satisfaction and stepped closer, Sean carefully but firmly pulling Jason’s hands behind his back, starting to tie them, wrapping the rope around his wrists and elbows, tightening it so he couldn’t move his arms easily, but making sure not to hurt him. Jason felt his shoulders pull back as the rope creaked under tension, but he remained calm, listening to the sounds of the rope tightening. At that moment, Eli pulled out a dark blue bandana and looked at him seriously: – “Now this too, Jason.” Jason flinched, frowning: “What? Why?” Toby quickly replied: “So you won’t call for help, you know how it goes, and… to make it more interesting. Just open your mouth and bite it.”

Jason rolled his eyes but bent down slightly to let them tie it more easily and did as Eli said. Eli carefully tied the bandana, pulling the knot tight behind his head, and Jason felt the fabric press against his cheeks. He was now unable to speak, but the defiant glint still remained in his eyes. Then, one by one, they wrapped additional ropes around his chest, shoulders, and waist, each boy taking a rope, fastening it around him and holding the loose end like a leash. When they were done, Jason looked like a wild beast being led through the forest on leads.

– “There, now you’re our bear, Jason,” Sean joked as they tugged him forward.
– “Hmpf,” Jason grumbled through the bandana, but he walked, feeling his muscles flex under the ropes.

As they led him through the woods, he heard voices and footsteps, and suddenly Cameron burst out in front of them, still breathless, sweat dripping down his forehead. When he saw Jason tied up, Cameron stopped, his eyes widening in surprise before bursting into laughter.

– “Jason! Looks like they got you!” Cameron said, patting him on the shoulder as Jason shook his head.
– “Be good to them, and they’ll be good to you,” Cameron added with a wide grin, winking.
Jason nodded, his eyes smiling above the bandana, though he couldn’t say anything.

The Blue Otter boys walked proudly past Cameron, pulling their “prize,” while Cameron continued to run, still free, fully aware that somewhere out there, a group of boys was eager to capture him. Jason glanced once more at the lace on his shoe, now tied—as they had promised—while he walked on through the forest, bound, but with a strange feeling of pride and excitement, knowing that for him, the game was only just beginning.

The Blue Otters’ base was improvised between four birch trees, with old tarps hanging as walls, and the ground covered with needles and leaves. The air smelled of resin, damp earth, and the sweat of the boys hiding there. When they brought him in, Jason sat on an old log. His eyes glinted as he watched the boys, who looked at him with a mix of pride and nervousness, checking the knots on his hands and removing the ropes they used as leases. His black Adidas shoes were dirty from the soil, and his dark green socks were visible as his legs rested free in front of him.

“Okay, we have to tie your legs now, Jason,” Toby said. Jason mumbled through the gag, his eyes narrowing. “Come on, we don't want our 'trophy' to run away, do we?” Mason added as he pulled Jason’s legs together. The rough rope wrapped around Jason’s ankles, tightening them, and he clenched his jaw as his legs were fixed, preventing him from running away.

Jason tried to move, but they tightened the knot and start to push him down to the ground. Mason started to pull his legs, saying: “We’re tying you like this so you can’t hop away with your legs tied and escape. Just stay still and we'll finish it in a minute, okay?” Jason took a deep breath through his nose, feeling the tension building in his chest. Toby tied a rope from his wrists to his ankles, slowly pulling it tight until his back curved in a hogtie position. Jason let out a muffled groan through the gag, sweat dripping down his body as his muscles tightened under the forced position.

The boys enjoyed the moment looking at their 'trophy', as Jason gave up from struggling, realizing he can't undo any of the knots. “I feel like we captured Jason from Friday the 13th!” Eli said with a half-smile. “Big, strong, scary… but now tied up in a summer camp.” -"This must be the part they call 'Jason's Unlucky Day, right?' Sean added. "They all started laughing, including Jason himself. From time to time, other boys from the Blue Otters came to check on him, looking at him with a mix of pride and excitement, checking the knots and talking about how their friends were out searching for Cameron, who's now missing.

Time passed and at one point Eli asked Jason if he was thirsty, to which he responded by nodding. Mason removed the gag from his mouth and gave him water. Jason thanked and asked if he could stay ungagged to talk with them for a little bit, so the time would pass faster. They all agreed under the condition that he's at least blindfolded during that time, on which he just responded "Okay". As the bandana from his mouth had already been wet, they pulled another one and tied it over his eyes. They continued to talk about Friday the 13th movies, as they were very popular back then and Jason joined the conversation.

Echo Pines buzzed with life as the game began to reveal all its layers. Jason knew it would be hard to stop the Green Wolves when they came for him, but now, with his face toward the ground, in his dark green shirt, dirt on his arms and shoulders, he felt the seriousness of the game in a way he hadn’t expected.

TO BE CONTINUED!
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I hope you like this part. I really enjoy commenting with others, so please let me know, how it looks to you.
I made another AI picture from this part. Jason's sneakers, socks and shorts looked pretty much like this. He also had a stubble, which isn't visible under the bandana.

Gather all those counselors up boys, tie 'em up, put 'em in a corral so they can't escape, and have fun for the rest of the week. Counselors in jail and the boys able to do what boys dodo. Counselors are such spoil sports and are no fun ordering you around,

Great story keep them counselors tied and gagged.

@WhereAmI Thanks! Nice idea, but don't worry, it doesn't look like this counselors are going to spoil anything.

Chapter 4: An Otter on a Boat

Cameron could feel sweat pooling at the nape of his neck as he ran down the trail behind the main kitchen at Echo Pines camp, wearing white Reebok sneakers that squeaked against the damp ground. His thin legs moved quickly in gray shorts as he took shallow breaths, the blue shirt sticking to his back with sweat. He was the most nervous of all the leaders, and it ate at him from the inside. Jason was strong, Ethan was confident, Tyler was always joking, Dylan stayed collected even in chaos, but Cameron had always been the one who overthought everything, who felt that tightness in his chest when he didn’t know what was coming.

Right after he saw Jason being captured by his team, Cameron tried to find some suitable place for hiding. But the moment he heard footsteps, his heart skipped, and his palms sweated so much he felt his fingers slipping against the rough wood as he tried to steady himself.

Three boys from the Grey Hawks approached him quickly and deliberately, like a small scouting team that knew exactly what it was doing. Ian, the tallest of the three, was skinny but wiry, with sharp gray eyes that didn’t blink as he sized up Cameron. Josh, shorter, red-haired, and freckled, always had a half-smile that hid a serious edge, while Marcus, dark tanned and stronger than the other two boys, was quiet, but very practiced.
“You really think you can hide from us, Cam?” Josh said as Cameron stood up, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.
“Listen, guys, I know what you want and let’s… let’s just do this the right way, okay? Don’t make it rough, please,” his voice shook, but he tried to stay calm, swallowing hard.
“We are doing it the right way,” Marcus replied softly, lifting a rope from his shoulder. “Just relax.”

Cameron swallowed, eyes fixed on the rope in Marcus’s hands. His hands trembled slightly as he slowly moved them behind his back to make it easier for them. He didn’t want to make a scene, didn’t want to fight, but his stomach twisted as he felt the rope slide over his wrists, tightening into a secure knot. However, the panic started when Ian pulled out a dark bandana and said: “Blindfold time!” -“No… no, please, don’t blindfold me,” he said quietly, trying to pull his head away. “I really can’t handle the dark…”

“Cam, calm down,” Josh told him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “just until we get you there. We don’t want you to see where we’re taking you. And, by the way, didn’t you talk about overcoming the fear of the dark?” -“Well… I guess I just partly did…”
Ian lifted the bandana, and despite the tightness in his throat, Cameron allowed him to tie it over his eyes. As his breathing quickened, the pressure around his head fed his panic. He felt his knees buckle, but Marcus caught his arm and guided him through the brush toward the Hawks’ cabin, a small wooden structure at the water’s edge, smelling of damp wood and mossy floors.
Once inside, they removed the blindfold, and the light streaming through the cracks in the boards was almost painful. Cameron took deep breaths, looking at the three boys as they motioned for him to sit on the floor near a thick wooden post. Josh explained as they wrapped additional rope around his waist and chest, securing him to the post.

“Okay, Cam, just sit here and relax, you’ll have to stay with us for a while, but we won’t hurt you or humiliate you, so don’t worry” Josh said while adjusting the knot. “We just need to make sure you stay here.” Marcus knelt down to tie Cameron’s feet together, but Josh and Ian told him that he can’t move anyway and to leave him alone, which he did.

“Still hate the dark?” Josh asked quietly, brushing Cameron’s hair away from his eyes.

“I just… don’t like not seeing what’s happening,” Cameron admitted honestly, lowering his gaze.

For a while, the cabin was quiet, the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the scent of damp wood surrounding them. Cameron tried shifting his arms, but every tug was useless, leaving him with a sense of helplessness that somehow also brought a strange security because he knew he didn’t have to make any decisions. He was captured, and that was his world for now.

But soon, Marcus, who was standing watch at the door, said quietly, “Otters are close. They’re looking for him.”

Cameron’s heart started pounding. He looked at Josh, who nodded curtly. “We have to move him, they’ll look here first.” he said.

Without many words, they untied him from the post, but his hands remained bound. Josh placed a finger to his lips, signaling Cameron to stay silent, and Cameron just nodded. But at that moment, Marcus burst and said: “Yeah sure! That’s how you’re silencing him, you moron?! Move away!” He pulled another bandana from his pocket and started pushing it inside Cameron’s mouth. Cameron tried to turn his head, but Marcus held it firmly and shouted: “Hey, remember! Just stay cooperative and everything will be fine! You don’t want us to blindfold you again, right?” Cameron stopped moving around and willingly opened his mouth. Marcus pushed the bandana deep into his mouth and tied another over it, so he can’t spit it out.

They led him outside through the cabin’s back door toward the small boat tied at the shore. Their sneakers slipped on the wet boards as they guided him in.

“Lie down in the bottom,” Marcus said quietly.

Cameron obeyed, feeling the cold of the boat’s floor as they wrapped a bunch of ropes around his ankles, knees, thighs, hands, shoulders and chest, almost mummifying him. They tied other ends of ropes to the metal bars inside the boat, anchoring Cameron to the floor of the boat.

6-7 boys from the Blue Otters finally arrived and started searching inside the Hawks’ cabin, while Josh, Marcus and Ian were laying down inside the boat, next to mummified Cameron, hoping they wouldn't find them there. After 10-15 minutes Otters gave up and started to leave. Relieved, three Hawks’ boys decided to spay on the boat, since it’s safer. As the boys whispered about what to do next, Marcus said, “I heard… the Green Wolves captured Dylan. It won’t be easy to release him from them.” Josh raised an eyebrow, and Ian. let out a short but serious laugh: “This is getting interesting.”

Sweaty, bound, and pinned by ropes, Cameron realized this was only the beginning. His heart pounded again as he understood the game was just heating up, and the only thing he could do was to lie there helpless, and to wait…

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TO BE CONTINUED…

This is what was happening to Cameron, while Jason and Ethan were captured. The title of the next chapter should be: “All the Boys Love Those Ray-Bans”. Below is an AI image of the moment right before Cameron got captured.

Oh please , please dont make it rough, just tie me up and I'll be your Sissy for life. I'll even lick your shoes and feet. Just dont make it rough.

Poor Cameron will never live this down.