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Assail at Camp Hale

Troop 96 got off the bus and began to head away,
It’s time for Timmy to go to camp and have a wonderful day!

There were so many events to choose from and he didn’t know where to start,
He could do swimming, archery, survival, cooking, and even choose a fun art!

Timmy couldn’t make up his mind, but he knew he wouldn’t fail,
Nothing could go wrong when we all get along, at the wonderful place called Camp Hale.

Scoutmaster Malone would know what to do, he always had something in mind,
He was always there when he needed him most, he was nothing to him except kind.

First thing Timmy did was swim with his troop, he swam laps down by the dock.
He swam across the river, back and forth, and he wasn’t allowed to walk.

Next, there was a long passing period and he walked to the Dining Hall,
It was really cool to go inside, because there was an indoor rock wall!

After that, he had to walk again, which he thought was a lot of fun,
So he walked over to the campsite where all of the art was done.

He made some crafts, a necklace too, and Timmy worked beside his scout,
After that, he got his badge and worked his way on out.

He was walking with the troop that day, but left to take a shorter way,
But the trees got thick and the road got slick and he didn’t know what to say.

He had walked a while away from the camp and his body began to exhaust,
Timmy didn’t know what to do, he had realized that he was lost.

Timmy sat on a rock and began to cry, he was sad that he was alone,
But out from the trees, saying “Get on your knees,” Timmy saw Scoutmaster Malone.

Timmy stopped crying and cleared up his eyes, he found someone he missed very much,
Even though he was safe from the woods, he wasn’t safe from the Scoutmaster’s touch.

He repeated the phrase that Timmy dreaded, Malone said “Get on your knees, treasure,”
Timmy did what was told, but began to scold, when he heard “My cock needs some pleasure.”

Timmy said “No,” Malone said “Okay,” and Timmy was overwhelmed with shock,
“Wait,” Timmy said, “that actually worked?” He replied, “I’ll just touch your cock.”

Timmy started to run down back the path, but he was no match for the old man,
Timmy started to feel like Gingerbread, he was running as fast as he can.

But Malone could run fast, which is really sad, Timmy was only eleven,
But age is only just a number, and to Malone that number was heaven.

Malone caught up to Timmy and grabbed his collared shirt,
He pushed Timmy down, onto the ground, and he began to get covered in dirt.

“Oh yeah,” said Malone, “you’re doing it right, let’s get down on the floor,”
“As long as you don’t tell anyone about this, you’ll be my special little whore.”

Timmy wanted to say no but before he could, his mouth was filled with a rag,
As long as Timmy would scream or squeal, Malone would use a gag.

Malone ripped down Timmy’s pants, you could see what he was packing,
Malone got down on his hands and knees, stuck out his hand and started whacking.

Timmy squealed in a way that he had never ever felt before,
He asked Scoutmaster Malone to stop, but Malone just wanted more.

He tied Tim’s hands behind his back and then started to lick his lip,
He got up from the ground and then proceeded to go and strip.

He was fully nude, with a kid, majestic like an eagle,
Whatever Malone would do next, we all know it was illegal.

Malone decided to have some fun and put a finger in Tim’s butt,
It wasn’t a long time, covered in grime, before Timmy began to nut.

Timmy was trembling all over from his head down to his toes,
He ran back down the path when Malone was putting on clothes.

He met a person from his troop, and they asked him what was wrong,
Timmy described what happened to him and what happened to his dong.

His friend replied in a snarky way and began to condescend,
Whenever you’re walking anywhere you should always have a friend.

So even though Timmy was touched in a not-so-very-nice way,
It was his own fault for walking alone on this not so wonderful day.

Timmy then walked away that day with a very messed up mind,
Timmy walked away that day knowing Malone was no longer kind.

*This is actually based on a real story*
Written by JohnWilksLincoln (John Wilkes Lincoln)
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Author's Note
John Wilkes Lincoln leads us on a journey of childhood. Growing up and going to camp, John experienced some of his finest and most loving memories. Sadly, this is not the case for a lot of people. Timmy sadly walked alone in the woods that day and was able to learn a valuable lesson about the "Buddy System." Timmy will never be able to forget this unforgettable moment, and John ensures that the reader is able to be fully immersed in Timmy's world. Though many find this disturbing, John finds it necessary to bring attention to this modern day problem. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy Assail at Camp Hale.
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