The Camping Trip
Day Three
Sunday
by ciejye

The morning was cool and crisp, a hint of fog wafted over the low areas but slowly the sun was burning it off. The morning birds sang a song that was answered by the wind in the leaves. Peace and tranquility filled the tiny campsite. A sound, almost a small moan came from one of the tents. 

"Shhh," came the slight sound of calming as Tony slid his hard shaft into his lover once again. Sydney bit his lip as he tried not to make a sound. He felt his loves fingers tease his nipples to hard points as Tony thrust in his slick well-stretched hole. Sydney arched his back and pulled his legs a bit more forward as he was penetrated once more. His own cock was hard as a rock and dripped with the precum that flowed from the tip. 

"This is not a show, my love, silently." Tony whispered into Sydney's ear, then as he pressed into his love again he turned his head and kissed him to silence the whimpers that seemed to grow larger. 

The two men rocked together as they kissed, each swallowed the sounds of the other as their bodies melded into one single unit. Each had a hand on Sydney's hard cock. Together they stroked it in time with Tony's thrusts. The twin heartbeats seemed to come as one as the neared the pinnacle. Closer and closer they came to the moment of united perfection, Sydney could almost see it, and Tony could reach out and touch it.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream broke with the dawn. Tony pulled from his lover quickly and abruptly. "Stay here!" He commanded in that no nonsense voice that meant business. He pulled on his shorts and within seconds, appeared in the main area of the camp, weapons drawn. Two other faces were seen at the edge of the tents as Paul and Madison joined Tony. They scanned the area, and shook their heads as they each down nothing. 

Then scream was repeated by a second one a moment later. Madison, Paul and Tony looked at each other for one second then charged over the path to the left of the lake. The sun was half hidden behind the clouds, the air smelled heavy with the promise of rain. The three crested the small hill and there found the source of the terrible screams.  There on a log sat Ohanko, over his lap, pants down around his ankles, was Dylan. The weapons were holstered in hidden places as the trio came closer. At first they thought Ohanko was administering a spanking to the bare bottom over his lap but as they drew closer they realized that is not what the half-breed was doing. 

With infinitesimal care, Ohanko pulled yet another thorn from Dylan's right hip The three men relaxed yet winced at the sight of the thorns that were pulled from the sore flesh. Paul headed to his partner but as Tony and Madison did not want to embarrass the boy anymore than he already was, they turned and headed back to the camp. 

"What happened?" Paul asked as he crouched down to caress the head of his dearest love.

"I, OUCH! Was taking a walk and fell into the thorns" He screamed again as Ohanko pulled another long thorn from his leg. "Please stop, it hurts." 

"Shhhh bunny, only a couple more. Tell Paul what you were doing when you fell." Ohanko soothed and admonished. 

"What were you doing love?" Paul could see there was more to this than Dylan was saying. 

Dylan sniffled and hoped for sympathy as he turned his hazel eyes to his partner. "I was restless so I.." the rest was lost in a mumble. 

"Dyl? I didn't catch that, speak up please." Paul knew that this was not going to be something he would approve.

"I was just walking Paul,"

"Walking where?" Paul asked firmly.

With a shaky hand, Dylan pointed to a spot in the trees, one narrow branch had fallen between two trees about 10 feet up, right above the thorn patch. Paul followed the pointing finger and took in a sharp breath. "And why did you climb up there?"

"Ummm, I was spying on Ohanko." Came the soft admission. "He is so mysterious about what he does in the morning and well I just wanted to see so I climbed up and when he spotted me I fell."

"Dylan Candell Knight! You know better than to spy on anyone. We have spoken about this before little boy." Paul admonished sharply as Ohanko pulled out the last thorn and cleaned the area. A few moments later, a tearful Dylan was in the strong arms of his love, sobbing for all he was worth. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy, I was just so curious." Dylan sobbed in Paul's arms.

"Keep the area clean, it's going to be sore for a couple of days, then he will be fine." Ohanko said as he disposed of the thorns and put the emergency kit he always carried away. "Dylan, if you ever spy on me again, I will paddle your backside 'til you can't sit for a week. What I do in the mornings is none of your business." 

"I'm sorry Ohanko, honest, I won't spy anymore" Dylan sobbed as he clung to Paul. "Please don't spank me, my bottom hurts so much already. Please."

"Shhh, no spanking this time little one" Paul soothed his lover as Ohanko nodded and made a gesture. Then walked back down the path to the tents. "You deserve a good sound spanking on your bare little bottom, just like any naughty little boy would get. But in light of the injury, I am going to commute the sentence to lines. 'I will respect the privacy of others, and not go snooping on them.' 500 times. And 'I will stay out of situations that could be dangerous and harmful.' 500 times. Plus I want an essay on why people deserve to be able to keep some things private. 5 pages."

Dylan nodded, he was not happy with spending a good amount of time sitting on his sore bum and writing so much, but he knew it was a fair punishment. "Yes Paul, I really am sorry." 

"I know little one, and we will talk more about this later. Understand little boy, if this happens again, I will spank you no matter how many thorns are pulled from your backside." Paul tempered his sternness with a tight hug.

Two sets of eyes silently watched as the lovers walked back to the camp.

********

Madison stepped back into the tent he and Mew shared with Paul and Dylan. 

"Is everything all right?" Mew asked from his place in the corner.

"You shouldn't talk in the corner Mew, but yes, everything is fine." Madison spoke without anger in his words. It was just something that was a matter of fact. He sat down on the sleeping bag. "Its time Bartholomew, come here." 

This was one of the times that Madison called Mew by his proper name. It was to show him how serious he was about the spanking. Mew flinched at his proper name but turned and walked over to the man who had taken him in. They had done this every morning now for three days. And Mew knew exactly what was expected of him. He lowered his shorts and underpants and bent over Madison's knee. 

"Why are you getting this spanking?" Madison asked as he brought his hand down sharply on the small bottom presented to him. 

Mew gasped at the sudden pain. "To.. OUCH.. remind me yeouch .. to make ooooohhh owwww the right choices. Ouch OUCH that hurts!" 

Madison keep spanking the small bottom over his lap, "its supposed to hurt little boy, the sting is to remind you. The choice is always yours little one, you only have to make it. Make the right choice and you can avoid being in this position. Make the wrong choice and you will be bottom up over my lap every single time." Madison was not angry as he spanked and lectured, he was very calm. He simply did not want the young man over his lap to fall back into the habit that caused the problem in the first place. 

"I got it! .. OWW I .. OOOWWWW that hurts!! Got it. Please please Madison!" Mew cried as the hand spanked down. Then it was over. 

It wasn't a very hard spanking but on an already tender bottom it just hurt! Mew cried for a time over Madison's lap while the larger man rubbed his back and spoke soothing words to him. Gradually the crying stopped and Madison pulled Mew into a sitting position and from there into a warm hug. Mew liked this part of the ritual; it made him feel so warm and loved. He could almost pretend that he was not in disgrace. 

"Shhh there there little one, its over now." Madison patted the warm bottom gently. "Its not punishment little one, it's a reminder. Make the right choice." 

"Yes Sir," Mew sniffled.

********

"Can too!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"Can not!" 

"Can TOO!"

"Can NOT!"

"CAN TOO!"

"CAN NOT! You're too afraid of heights to even try it!" Sydney taunted. 

"I can too climb that tree!" Iggy fairly spat out at Tion, Sydney, and Mew. "Just watch me!" With both hands he grasp the lowest branch and swung himself up onto it.

Sydney, Mew and Tion watched the diminutive boy slowly make his way up the tall pine tree. Each branch just a bit out of his reach but he was doing it. The quartet was supposed to be gathering deadwood for the fire. They each had a good armful when Tion spotted a broken branch quite high up in a pine tree. It didn't look like a pine branch and the four concluded it must have been blown out of the nearby oak tree and lodged in the upper branches of the mighty pine. But no matter what kind of branch it was they were going to get it. That is when the discussion started about who would get it down. Sydney wanted to but his feet were still a bit tenderer than climbing would allow. Tion was a gymnast and would have had no problem climbing up but Iggy said he wanted to do it. Mew just hung back and watched. That was when the argument started. 

All the men except Mew knew that Iggy was terrified of heights. Not just any heights but anything taller than he could safely jump down gave him the cold shakes. This had been realized the last time they tried to go mountain climbing and Iggy had to be coaxed down from a pinnacle where he had panicked. Yet here he was, climbing up the tree like a monkey.

"You know he is going to panic when he goes to come down," Tion observed to Sydney. 

Sydney shrugged, "Yeah, I know. But I am so tired of his 'I can do anything' attitude. If he wants to climb up there and get stuck, then let him. And then HE can explain to Dama why he is trapped up a tree." Sydney and Iggy had a love/hate relationship. They didn't hate each other but they acted like it. Sydney teased Iggy like a kid brother and part of that teasing was challenging him to do things that if he had actually thought about it he would not have. Iggy, of course, like any 16 years old simply could not resist a challenge. 

Iggy made it to the branch and freed it, then tossed it down after calling. "HEADS UP!" That was when he made a mistake. Instead of climbing down, he LOOKED down. He was about 40 feet in the air when he realized he was 40 FEET IN THE AIR! His scream of terror echoed though the still forest and sent several flocks of birds into flight. 

"We have to get him down you know," Tion stated as he started to climb the tree. "Before his screams bring the guys." 

"I know" Sydney said softly, cursing under his breath, then called up to Iggy. "Just calm down Iggs, Tion is coming up to get you, just stay calm."

"Umm, shouldn't we call for help?" Mew asked as he watched Tion easily climb the tree. 

"NO!" Sydney snapped quickly. "No, not necessary yet, I mean no need in worrying the guys when Tion is going to get him down." 'Or getting our butts in trouble' Sydney thought to himself. 

Tion made it up the tree in record time and tried to calm Iggy down. "You need to calm down Iggy, before you fall."

"I'M GOING TO FALL????????" Iggy panicked and made a grab for Tion. 

Some days luck is just not on your side. And this was the day that luck took a powder for Iggy and Tion. Iggy's grab for Tion was so panic filled that he ended up knocking Tion off balance. Tion tried to grasp the tree but fell backwards instead. Iggy tried again to grab the falling computer guru, but his finger just brushed against Tion's shirt as the older man fell. 

Tion felt himself falling and tried to twist around, that's when something stopped his decent. That something was a branch that scraped his side and tore his shirt but hooked on a belt loop. 

So there they were. Two on the ground looking up at one terrified child high up in a tree, and another about 10 feet below him, hanging from one belt loop and looking decidedly not happy. 

Mew never even hesitated. He looked at his wrist unit and pressed the panic/locator button on it. Madison's voice sounded a moment later "What's wrong Mew?" 

"ummm Iggy is up a tree and Tion tried to get him down but he fell and is stuck." Mew said into the unit. 

"On my way." Madison's voice came back then the link went dead.

"Why did you call Madison?" Sydney asked his eyes wide. "We could have gotten them down ourselves." 

Mew just shrugged.

Three minutes later, Madison and Quincy came into view. They didn't even have to ask what had happened. Iggy's screams still echoed in the woods. Quincy took one look up at his precious brat, hanging in the tree and rapidly began to climb up after him. "Hold on Tion."

"There's nothing to hold on too!" Tion sounded a little bit stressed. 

"Just don't move" Quincy growled as he continued his rapid assent. 

Tion muttered something not heard on the ground. Then turned his head sharply as he saw a movement in the brush to the left, he wasn't sure what that was, and looked back up as Iggy continued to scream "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!! HELP DADDDDDDDDDDD!" 

Madison assessed the situation and turned to the pale men on the ground. "Sydney sit down right now, Mew go back to the camp and get Tony and Dama, tell them what happened and to bring some rope." 

"Yes Sir," Mew said and was off in a flash. 

Madison looked up at the screaming Iggy and with all the command he could muster in his voice he shouted, "Ignatius Montgomery Preston, you stop that screaming and calm down RIGHT NOW young man!"

The shock of hearing his whole name caused Iggy to stop screaming. "I want Dama." He sobbed as he held onto the tree. 

"I know precious, Dama will be here soon, but you have to calm down and we can get you down. Can you do that for me?" Madison kept his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm the boy. 

"I-I-I'll try." Iggy conceded. 

In the mean time Quincy had reached the branch above the one Tion hung from and reached down, he grasped his lovers hand and pulled him off the protrusion and into his arms. Tion clung to his love.

"Are you hurt?" Quincy tried to assess his loves condition without letting him go. 

"I'm fine now Quin, I was just trying to get Iggy down. But he caught me off guard and I fell." 

"Why is Iggy up there in the first place?" Quincy asked as they moved closer to the trunk of the tree. "He is terrified of heights." 

Tion sighed "He wanted to get a branch down that we saw up here. He wouldn't listen to reason." 

"Was there a voice of reason for him to listen to?" Quincy asked both eyes on the face of his partner. 

"Weeeeeeeellll .." Tion admitted, "I guess there wasn't much of one. We kind of let him do it. But he was so insistent that he HAD to be the one to climb up and get it. I guess we shouldn't have let him." 

"Good guess, he is a child and you are men." Quincy stopped. "lets get him down then we can discuss what you should have done."

Tion winced and nodded. Discussions were usually held over Quincy's knee and were a bit painful. Tion was not looking forward to that as he climbed up the tree again with Quincy to get to Iggy. 

Again as soon as they got to the frightened boy, Iggy made a grab for them. Quincy knew what to expect and caught the youth to him in a bear hug. Iggy became hysterical again as he clung to the older man and his frantic moments nearly sent them both off the tree. Tion's grasp on Quincy's belt stopped any decent that might have happened. 

Quincy landed one hard swat on Iggy's bottom and pulled him close. "That is ENOUGH Ignatius. Just stay still and we will get you down. But if you don't calm down and stay still I am going to put you over my knee right here and blister your bottom. Is THAT understood?" 

Iggy calmed down immediately. "Yes Sir." He mumbled, his head against Quincy's chest, the tears poured down his face. 

On the ground, the rest of the group had arrived with the rope. Dama saw his foster son up the tree and swore softly. Then he called up, "Iggy? I'm here. I'm coming up to get you Imp." 

"DAD!! I scared Dad! Please come and get me!" Iggy's voice sounded frightened again but not out of control. 

"I'm coming Imp." Dama grabbed the rope and began to climb the tree. 

Seeing the situation well in hand for the moment, Tony went over to Sydney and gave him a hug. They watched and spoke softly. 

Mew moved closer to Madison, who put his arm around the young man. "You did good." Madison praised, "You made right choice." Mew blushed with embarrassment and pride at the words. Such simple words but the gave a world of meaning to him. He had done right, he had made the right choice, after years of making bad ones. He had made one that was good. 

Dama made it up the tree in record time. Even so it was all Quincy could do to keep the boy from leaping out of his arms and into the arms of his guardian. The thick branch was getting crowded with all the men on it. Dama held Iggy for a moment then deftly tied the rope around the boy's waist. "Iggy, I am going to toss this end of the rope over that branch and let the end drop down to Tony and Madison, then they are going to hold it so you don't fall while you and I climb down from here. Do you understand?" 

Iggy began to panic again at the thought of having to climb down. "Noooo, please Dama, I don't wanna climb down. Please, I'll fall!!!" 

Dama stopped the panic with a sharp word "Ignatius! Stop that right this second. NO one is going to let you fall! 

It took several minutes, a good deal of coaxing and two solid swats but finally everyone was back on the ground. Then several more minutes as they found out what exactly happened.

"Let me see if I have this right." Dama said firmly, as he held Iggy in his lap back at the campsite, the scrapes had been tended. "While gathering firewood, you four found a branch in the tree. Ignoring the abundance of firewood on the ground, you decided to get the branch in the tree. Then Iggy and Sydney started acting like 5 year olds, arguing and challenging. Then instead of stopping him, Tion and Sydney let him go up the tree knowing he was afraid of heights." 

Mew spoke softly, interrupting the large chef. "I let him climb the tree too Sir, I should have stopped him and I didn't." Mew decided that he wanted to make more right choices and he felt that owning up to what he had done was a step in that direction.

"Did you know Iggy was afraid of heights?" Dama asked gently

"No Sir, not at that time. I mean, Sydney said that Iggy was too afraid of heights to try but I thought he was just teasing. Still I should have stopped him." 

Madison pulled mew closer and placed one arm around his shoulders. "I appreciate that you're trying to take responsibility in this Mew, and I am very proud of you for it. But you were the only one who did the right thing. When you saw the danger and need for assistance you called for help right away. You stayed on the ground and waited for help, then you did exactly what you were told and got more help. You were not wrong here little one. You did the right thing. You made the right choices." Mew beamed and burrowed in closer. 

Dama continued, "Tion then went to rescue the imp alone rather than getting assistance and got knocked down. And then Mew called for help. Is that about right?"

The miscreants nodded their heads. That was it in a nutshell. They knew they were tried and convicted; all that was left was the sentencing. 

Dama and Tony led Iggy and Sydney to their respective tents while Quincy led Tion over to the table and sat him down on the opposite end from where Dylan sat working on his lines. Presently a tablet of paper was produced and an couple pencils. "5 pages little one, what happened and how you could have prevented it or handled it better. I know you're a trained gymnast, but it is not the same as dealing with a hysterical child 40 feet above the ground." Quincy pulled his love into a tight hug again. "I could have lost you little boy, you were very VERY lucky. You could have fallen to your death," his voice grew softer. "And I do not give permission for you to be reckless with my property and my love."

"I love you too, Master" Tion smiled, then Quincy left his love to start writing. 

The sounds of the twin spankings filled the air a moment later as both Dama and Tony made their disapproval known to their 'boys'. 

Dylan looked over to Tion and murmured. "Bare bottom, hand only." 

Tion chuckled and winced at the sharp swats, "yep, but I bet someone gets a paddle before its done."

"That someone is going to be you if you don't get busy and mind your own business young man." Quincy's voice filled the area as he stepped back over to the table.

"Yes, sir." Tion swallowed hard and got to work. 

A while later, Iggy and Sydney joined Dylan and Tion at the table, pads of paper and pencils were handed out and soon the four of them were hard at work on their various writing assignments. Mew joined them a bit later to work on his daily assignment. 

Over by the fire, the older men conferred. "I think we should move the canoe trip up to tomorrow, maybe that will keep them out of trouble." Paul suggested.

"Agreed, if the rain holds off. Otherwise we can go on Tuesday as planned." Tony nodded his agreement to the proposal. He hated having to spank his love. But some things were just NOT acceptable. 

The others nodded in agreement. "I think we should have an early night tonight. And start fresh in the morning." Dama suggested, and stretched. It had been a very long day.

That was met with a chorus of approval. And after a good supper and quick clean up. Three tents were filled with their occupants. And soon soft snores were heard from most of them. 

From one however, a low moan emitted. "This is not a show, my love, silently." Tony whispered into Sydney's ear, then as he pressed into his love again, the hot red bottom was pressed back into his groin; his fingers teased the nipples to hard points as he thrust gently into the slick tight orifice that enveloped his hard shaft. 

Sydney nodded and tried to keep quiet as they raced again for the pinnacle, his loves hard cock bounced off his prostrate gland with each thrust, waves of delight filled his body as he pressed back against his dearest love. One of his hands on his cock, one of Tony's joined it. Together they loved in tandem each one intent of bringing the other to the peak first. Sydney reached it first, and with a soft cry that was swallowed by Tony's mouth, he came, shooting his seed over both hands on his cock. Tony joined him a moment later, Sydney could feel the hot seed that spilled into him, the way his lover tightened his grip on his body and shuddered. They remained together for a very long moment. Before Tony relaxed and started to pull out of his love. 

"No," Sydney stopped him with a soft word. "Stay."

Tony chuckled and gave a little thrust to reseat himself in his lover. He pulled Sydney tighter into his arms and snuggled with him. Sydney often liked to sleep with Tony buried deep in him. Tony liked it too. 

"Good now maybe we can all get some sleep." Ohanko's voice came from across the partition. 

Tony and Sydney both blushed deeply. "Goodnight." They whispered, and slept. 
 

Coming soon, The Camping Trip, Day four, Monday