For a Nerd, Hector was a lot more aggressive and dominant than I'd expected. I would learn just how much when I returned from the latrine.
When we arrived, I tossed by gear on my bunk, and pulled off my shirt. I was more muscled than my cabin mates, and looked more masculine too thanks to a furry chest, and hairy armpits. If you got it, flaunt it. Anyway, I went to the latrine only wearing my shoes and shorts. When I got back, my gear was all spread out on my bunk, and neatly folded. Hector was clearly inspecting every inch of my stuff. He was holding up a pair of my briefs when I entered.
"Hector, wtf are you doing?"
"Pinocchio, you're back. Good, we can get started," Hector said dropping my underwear and walking toward me.
"Pinocchio?! My name's---" I started to roar.
ZAP!
Hector hit me in the chest with a small black device. I smelled burning hair, my body spasmed, and everything went gray. It must have been a taser.
I don't know how long I was out. I don't think it could have been too long. But when I came too, I was lying on a wooden bench. My shorts were gone, but at least I was still wearing my briefs. I couldn't move. Hector hovered over me with a laptop.
"Okay, Puppetboy," raise your right arm.
My right arm rose of its own volition. I tried to lower it but it didn't respond. The back of my neck itched, but I couldn't move my hand to scratch it.
"Give him a woody!" a voice called out. Oh, great I had an audience. What had Hector done to me? Oh, god, I could feel my cock hardening and straining against my tented underwear. Everyone laughed.
"I'm afraid you'll have blue balls by the end of summer, as I don't expect anyone will have you jack yourself off," Hector laughed, pushing another button, my cock deflated.
"Hey, make him shave himself--all over!" shouted another young male voice. "I don't like a puppetboy looking more manly than the rest of us." Several other voices shouted in concurrence.
I found myself standing in front of a mirror with my razor and foam. I lathered up my face and shaved like usual. Then I lathered up my chest and to the sound of cheers and jeers, I shaved that as well. I found myself shaving my left armpit, and awkwardly shaving my right. I knicked my pit twice and used toilet paper to blot the wounds. I thought I was done, but my thumbs were in the waist band of my underwear, and sliding them down. I started to lather my pubic thatch, I'd already removed the treasure trail. There were outright applause as I denuded my crotch. Then I went on to shave my legs, and forearms.
"What about his back?"
"And butt?"
"Well, he's a puppet not a magician or contortionist. Who'd like to finish shaving him?"
There was more shouting, and he selected a volunteer. I was now as hairless as the day I was born. I was vaguely glad that I'd gotten a military hair cut the day before camp. But apparently, even that stubble was more than this group could stomache. The kid lathered my head and shaved it completely too.
"Now we cannot have it growing back too soon, can we, Pinocchio?" Hector said.
My eyes went round as he held out a bottle labelled "INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH DIPILATORY: DILUTE BEFORE USING". He didn't dilute it. He handed it to me, and I found myself obeying his typed command. I slathered myself from head to toe in the goo, even sliding it into every nook and cranny. Then I stood there blind to the world, as teh goo started to heat up on my skin.
"How long is going to stay like that?" complained one camper.
"Well, since I don't want to have to shave him again this summer, I thought I'd let him cure for 30 minutes or more," Hector answered. "Should we go get something to eat, while we wait?"
Several voices agreed. I heard feet shuffling, and the door slamming shut. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry too, but I wasn't going anywhere for a while.