Then they laid my sleeping bag down in the middle, between Mark's and Anthony's, unzipped it and layed me down inside. Once i started laughing, he shoved the bandanna in, and a second bandanna was secured around the ball to hold it in. I shut my mouth immediately, but then they started to tickled my sides andI couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. Then Mark grabbed a bandanna from his bag, balled it and told me to open wide. They worked rope around my wrists, double knotting as they tied it off. I stopped, shouting through Anthony's hand, but still kept struggling. Matt told me to calm down, they weren't going to hurt me, just practice their knott work. I cried, more surprisedthan worried, but still alittle scared, Mmmph!! It was Anthony, Mark, and now Matt who had come into the tent when I wasn't looking. I decided i would change too, when I got into my sweatpants, and about to put on a shirt, I felt a hand cover my mouth and my hands pulled behind my back. I climbed into the tent to find Mark and Anthony already changed into pj's. The tent was already set up by the time I got to it. That night, after cooking up hotdogs on a fire and smores and other things scouts do (it was 15 years ago) it was time to go to bed. There were others but the story pertains to these three. I met many of the other scouts in my troop: Matt, a boy taller than me, blonde hair, slim like me, and Anthony, black hair, taller than me and alittle bigger in weight. I had felt like I already made a new friend and was excited to make more. We didn't get a chance to meet for long, but he promised to save me a seat on the ride up so we could talk more. He was my height at the time, average build, black hair. He was really nice and volunteered to be my bunk mate. The day before we were suppose to leave, I met one of the guys that would be in my group/troop. I had come in at a weird time, because they were just about to go on their big yearly camping weekend for the start of fall. I remember I was really bummed out because I didn't know anybody at my new school, but my dad signed me up for boy scouts as a way to get me involved to meet new kids. I was in the boy scouts for several years, but my family had recently moved states due to my mom transfering jobs. It was my first tie up experience, it happened when I was younger, around the age of 12 to 13. Well there I was, bound with several strands of rope, stuffed gagged by a bandanna and a second bandanna cleave gagged to hold it in and stuffed in a sleeping bag. If the admins want me to delete it since it will technically be on this site twice, I please ask you to delete my original post under the same name. I posted this story awhile back, but I wanted to repost it and then continue on with my next story.
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