What I really Learned in the Scouts

Baby Scout

	Where in the rule book does it say that the scout 
master can go to a party in town, leaving the entire troop 
of 12-15 year olds on their own at a Boy scout camp?  Well 
that's just what happened when I was 11, and the youngest in 
the troop.  
	It was our third day in cabin 4 of "Camp Clark" so all 
of our stuff was already put away and we were settled in. We 
assured the Scout master we would behave, and I intended to 
keep that promise, in fact, I was quite tired from a long 
day of activities and wanted to go to bed. And soon after 
the scout master left, I did just that. I striped down to 
just my shorts and climbed into my bunk and went right to 
sleep.  
	I woke up in a panic, as fast as I could I shook my 
head clear so I could see. The entire troop had surrounded 
me and was holding my arms and legs and covering my mouth. 
Two of the boys went over to the corner of the cabin and 
dragged over a chest labeled "initiation" and dropped it by 
my bunk. It was turned so I couldn't see the contents as 
they raised the top and started pulling things out. Joey the 
oldest of the group put a ball gag in my mouth and strapped 
it tight around my head as I cried and tried to jerk away 
from them.  
	Wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the side of the 
bunk and then to me so I was securely held down, and 
couldn't move no matter what I did. My arms and legs were 
spread and I was completely helpless. Tom the scout masters 
assistant kneeled on my chest and talked to me with his nose 
an inch away from mine. "Sorry Mike, I warned you that you 
were too young to be a scout, but you are the new guy, so we 
have to initiate you." I shook my head no and cried and 
tried to scream although my gag prevented anything but a 
muffled groan from coming out of my mouth.   Tom moved down 
so he was now kneeling on my legs near my ankles, he pulled 
out his Swiss army knife and extended the scissors. With the 
skill of an ER surgeon he cut my shorts and then my 
underpants and yanked them from under me, so I was now 
naked.  
	The ten or so scouts were all grabbing at my small 
penis and yanking it, as they joked about my lack of size. I 
had no idea what they were going to do to me, and I just 
kept on crying and begging through my gag for them to stop.  
	Tom took over again and very dramatically pulled a 
rubber glove over his right hand, letting it snap when he 
stopped pulling on it. Popping off the top of a jar of 
Vaseline, he scooped up a glob with his finger and with no 
warning thrust that finger into my anus. He twisted and 
poked spreading the greasy cream around. I hear a  as 
he yanked his finger out and wiped his finger on a towel. 
Then he pulled out a little clear cone shaped "thing" and 
rudely shoved that in my bum. "We have to move quickly now" 
he said with a smile as he pulled the glove off his hand.   
I cried harder as he was handed a large thick disposable 
diaper which he unfolded in front of my face, letting me 
smell the babyish scent of the diaper. "Lift you bum" he 
demanded as he held the diaper between my legs. I didn't do 
it, not wanting to have the diaper put on me. "Joey, would 
you assist" Joey smiled broadly as he rubbed his hands 
together trying to think of a way to help, finally he came 
up with one. He grabbed my penis and pulled upwards hard. I 
screamed loud enough to let it get past my gag as I lifted 
my bum up to make him stop. Tom got the diaper under me and 
nodded for Joey to let go. I sighed in relief as the pain 
and pressure were finally gone.  
	Tom pulled the front of the diaper up through my legs 
and taped it shut tight around my waist. "there, that wasn't 
so bad was it?" Tom asked smiling at me again. I shook my 
head yes and continued to cry wondering what they would do 
to me next. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Mark one 
of the younger (but still older than me) boys handed Joey a 
Polaroid camera, which he turned over to Tom. Tom snapped 
about 5 or 6 good pictures and passed them out to the other 
scouts, who shook them quickly trying to speed the 
development of them. Tom handed the camera back to Joey and 
kneeled on my chest again. He leaned down and kissed me. "I 
love you brother" he whispered before speaking louder. "Now 
Mikey, We are going to remove the gag and cuffs, but you 
have to stay in bed, and not say anything, if you break 
these rules those pictures will be spread all over your 
school." This was my brother and I knew he was serious, so I 
shook my head in understanding. The gag was removed first, 
which allowed me to stretch my jaw to relive the stiffness 
the gag has caused, and then the cuffs were removed and put 
back in the chest. Tom covered me with a blanket and 
reminded me not to get up or speak, warning me of severe 
penalties if I disobeyed. I closed my eyes still sobbing 
lightly and rolled over to bury my face in the pillow.  

Chapter Two 
I learn to Obey   

	The scout master returned a short time later, and I 
heard the guys tell him that I wasn't feeling good and went 
to bed. The scout master said goodnight to them and sent 
everyone to their bunks before he retired to his private 
cabin a couple hundred feet away from ours.  
	Soon I started getting a really bad urge to poop, and 
knew that whatever that thing they put in me had to be the 
cause of it! The urge got stronger and stronger and I knew I 
wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Finally I had 
enough and I jumped out of bed and darted out of the cabin 
to the latrine down the way. I ripped my diaper off and sat 
on the toilet just in time to relive myself. I wiped up and 
washed my hands, and walked out of the latrine...and right 
into the hands of the other scouts, they dragged me to the 
picnic area and held me over one of the picnic tables, they 
must have expected this because the cuffs were already 
attached to the table and I was quickly tied down, naked and 
cold bent over the edge of the table. Suddenly a light came 
on above the table and I heard the scout master call out 
"What's going on here?" I was relived that this was finally 
over, until I heard Tom report "He broke the initiation 
rules sir" I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled as he 
replied "He did? well I guess we have to take care of that 
don't we?" the group of scouts replied "YES SIR" loudly like 
a private reporting to a sergeant. I couldn't believe it, 
the scout master was in on it!  
	I couldn't turn my head enough to see what was going 
on, but I found out soon enough  the first swat of 
the belt landed square across my bare backside and I Yelled 
out in pain. Tom quickly came into view, just long enough 
for him to put the gag back in my mouth and tie it tight.  
    
	I had only been spanked by hand before, and I didn't 
know pain like this existed, but I couldn't cry out because 
of that damned gag.         
	"Okay, that's it" Tom whispered into my ear after the 
tenth and final swat found it's target. "I warned you not to 
disobey" he said in a tone that told me he was truly sorry 
it had come to this. I looked into his eyes and knew that he 
had been through the same thing on his first camp out four 
years ago. Now I knew why he tried to talk me out of joining 
his troop. But there was just no stopping me from doing 
whatever my older brother did. I decided right then not to 
fight anymore and to just get this first camping trip over 
with and get my initiation done, so I could be one of the 
guys on the next trip.  
	Tom removed the gag as the other guys and the scout 
master removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. Tom had 
to help me back to the cabin as I was in such pain walking 
was difficult. When we got back to the cabin the scout 
master sat on my bed and instructed me to bend over his lap. 
I did as told although I was shaking in fear. 
 he gave me three sharp smacks of his hand 
on my bare and sore bottom, just enough to make me cry to 
remind me to take whatever they did to me. "Did you bring it 
Tom?" The scoutmaster asked turning to him. Tom quickly 
produced the pink fluffy footed sleeper my aunt had made for 
me last Christmas that I had never worn. I stood up and 
stepped into the sleeper myself and zipped it up The scout 
master patted my now heavily padded bottom "Good boy" and 
pulled me so I was now sitting on his lap. He laid my head 
back in his arms like I was a baby and Mark handed him a 
baby bottle which he stuck in my mouth. The "stuff" that was 
in it was gross, it tasted bitter like medicine, but I was 
told to drink it all, so I did.   I felt like I had a 
stomach ache by the time I had drunk it all, and the troop 
all tucked me in bed again telling me not to get up until 
morning. As if I was going to do that again!  
	I laid in bed trying to sleep but couldn't. My tummy 
ache was quickly turning into the need to poop again, I knew 
I couldn't hold it till morning, and I knew I couldn't get 
up, so rather than torture myself trying to hold it in, I 
relaxed and let it out, filling the back of my diaper. AT 
the same time I found myself also peeing my diaper, and was 
somehow relieved that it was over. I knew they were going to 
make me use the diapers, and now it was out of the way.  
	It took me forever to fall asleep, laying there in a 
wet and messy diaper for the first time in years, but 
finally I did.  

Baby Scout Chapter Three 
I like It?   

	I woke up early, now very uncomfortable in my cold 
diaper, and needing to pee again. I decided to go ahead and 
pee just to warm up  the diaper some. I lied there awake and 
waited for someone, anyone to give me permission to get up.  
	It was Tom who woke up next and came over to me. "Get 
up, lets get you cleaned up before everyone else wakes up" I 
agreed and got up and waddled off to the showers on the 
other side of the camp. Lucky for me we were the only scout 
troop at camp on this week, so since the others were asleep, 
we were alone. Tom took my diaper off and wiped most of the 
poop off with the diaper, and then had me shower to get the 
rest of. He had to help me some, to make sure I was good and 
clean, but I had showered with him before so this was 
nothing new.  
	When tom was done washing my backside I turned around 
and had to laugh to see that he was hard. He always got hard 
in the shower, so it was kind of a running joke. He replied 
with his usual "ha ha ha, shut up" comment and then went and 
at under the shower spray against the wall to.uh... relieve 
the problem.  
	I wasn't hard but decided to join him anyway. I plopped 
myself down next to him, only to remember too late about the 
pain in my bum, but stayed seated and started playing with 
myself also. I did get myself hard, but when Tom finished I 
didn't bother to keep going. I thought it was kind of silly 
anyway and only did it cause he did. and he did a lot!  
	Tom dried off and got dressed but made me stay naked as 
we walked back to the cabin. the others were awake when we 
got back "Okay, baby is all clean, the showers are free" Tom 
announced although no one really cared, Tom was the only one 
that showered every morning and most nights at camp. Tom had 
me lay on my bed, and that's when I started to cry again "I 
thought that was it?" I sobbed. " Tom sat down on the edge 
of my bed and rubbed my stomach to relax me. "Sorry, you 
have to be our baby for the rest of the trip. Still sobbing, 
I just said "oh" as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Tom got 
me diapered quick, including another pair of the frilly 
plastic pants and then had me put on overalls with snaps in 
the crotch.  
	By the time I was dressed, breakfast was ready and Tom 
and me joined the others in the picnic area. Seeing the 
cuffs still on the end to get in my "playpen" I was mad 
until I saw it was the grunt work portion of the day, they 
had to dig a ditch and gather and chop fire wood, and I got 
to sit there and play with the childish, but fun toys they 
put in the playpen with me.  
	By lunch they were all worn out from working, but I was 
just fine. They all moaned and complained as they ate their 
grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. I had to force down 
another bowl of oatmeal followed by a bottle of juice. I was 
just glad it wasn't that gross tasting stuff that had to be 
what made me poop last night.  
	After lunch I had to take a two hour nap, which was 
fine with me, because mom had always made me take a nap at 
home, because I for some reason needed more sleep than most 
boys my age. So I had no problem getting to sleep, and had 
to be woken up when my nap time was over.  
	When I woke up, I peed my diaper and the scout master 
changed me this time. But this time they put me in a weird 
"swimsuit" diaper, which was basically a speedo like 
swimsuit with a liner in case I pooped in the water. I knew 
this was really just to annoy me more and not actually 
necessary. But heck, I loved to swim, so I spent the rest of 
the afternoon playing in the camp pool.  
	The scout master said I didn't have to have dinner 
since I had behaved so well all day. So I got to watch TV in 
the Scout Masters cabin while they ate. When diner was over 
and the dishes were done, the scouts went to their cabin, 
and the scout master came to his, where I was still watching 
TV. "Hi" I said in a comically childish tone. He sat down 
next to me "You really like some of this don't you?" he 
asked me as he put his arm around me. "Yeah its kinda cool 
dad" He hugged me, "I figured as much, why do you think I 
pushed you to join my troop" I just smiled and went back to 
watching TV as my dad showered and changed into his 
bedclothes for the night. "Okay your turn" he said as he 
picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He already had 
the tub full of water and he quickly striped me down to just 
my diaper "Aren't you gonna take that off" I asked him 
pointing to my diaper "No, I think you'll like the way a 
water logged diaper feels." I just nodded and smiled as I 
hoped in the tub and sat down.  
	My Diaper quickly bulged around me, swelling from the 
amount of water it was trying to absorb. It was squishy to 
the touch, and even more so when I wiggled my but around in 
the tub. I just wiggled and giggled as my dad, I mean the 
scout master (as I am supposed to call him when at a scout 
activity) washed me with a soapy washcloth from head to toe. 
After a little while, he had me lay back in the tub and he 
removed my soaking wet diaper right in the tub! I heard it 
go SPLOOSH as it landed in the bottom of the trash can, and 
Scout master cleaned me up in that area too. he pulled the 
drain and the water started draining out as He lifted me out 
of the tub, standing me on the bath mat. he quickly dried me 
off as I was shivering from the cold air on my damp skin, 
then led me back to his bed, where I laid down. I wasn't a 
bit surprised when he pulled out another diaper to put on 
me. He put baby powder all over my crotch and then diapered 
me, and helped me put another sleeper on for the night. He 
kissed me on the lips and sent me back to the scouts cabin 
as it wouldn't look right for me to spend the night with the 
scout master, even if he was my dad. I went right to bed 
when I got back to the cabin.  

To Be continued