Don had a clear view of Tom through the tent's netting. He moved about the small campfire to adjust a misbehaving log. The best part was, Tom naked as a jaybird. He looked rather like an Indian with bare feet and his bronzed back glistening from the flames. Don studied his best friend. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the muscular, ripped man with long wavy black hair. Don chuckled at white ass cheeks, contrasting with the deep body tan. When Tom turned to face the tent, Don focused on the fat penis sprouting from a thick forest of red hair. In this setting, the sight of his attractive buddy, Don realized a new emotion with Tom. Arousal. They mutually smiled.
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They were best of friends and shared many of life's changes. Tom was the physical type, excelling in sports and seemed to have a different girl hanging on his arm week after week. Don enjoyed some competitive sports but drifted towards playing music and writing.
Directly after graduation, Don suggested they get away from it all, take a week to camp and unwind in the deep forests of Canada. Tom eagerly looked forward to fishing and cooking over an open fire.
"We'll take my car. It's better on gas and has plenty of room for all the gear. I'll be over after work on Friday afternoon. We can pack and drive during the night when it's cooler."
The car hummed along the nearly empty interstate and a wide awake Don listened to the radio while Tom dozed off. Stopping at the border, they passed the mini-inspection and pulled off at the nearest town's open diner.
About mid-morning they negotiated with a local for a rental canoe. The provincial park was enormous. Miles down twisting dirt roads the men found a ideal spot next to a gurgling mountain stream. Efficiently they set up camp and were soon fishing for a trout dinner. They had stripped to shorts and Don found a warm patch of sand to lay back and enjoy the clear blue skies.
"This, my friend, was a great idea!" Tom chirped.
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Approaching the tent, Tom squatted on haunches to unzip the netting. With the campfire's light, Don stared at Tom's ball sack hanging loosely. His cock tingled with the newfound manly desire. As Tom entered, Don scooted over onto his sleeping bag.
"Hey. Know what? If we were Indians, you'd have to get a pouch or something for the crown jewels." Don chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah. I don't care, I love being nude and free. We picked a good spot, huh?"
They chatted about what tomorrow would bring. More fishing and breakfast outside and not missing home or work. The fire crackled and hissed hypnotically and after a tiring day Don peacefully drifted off.
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The sun beat down on his exposed shoulders. He should have brought sunscreen. Soon it was dark and the water refreshingly chilled his ankles. White sand stretched along the edge of the pond and Don saw what looked like a tiki torch fluttering in a nearby patch of trees. He walked quietly realizing he was alone and naked. Branches laden with pine needles tickled his skin. Surrounding the flickering light was a circle of grey stones. A path led further towards more lights.
Marble top tables were placed around the small, kidney shaped swimming pool. A man and a woman were drinking from wine glasses and they looked at him. "She's inside." The man said pointing at the building's entrance.
Wooden stairs led downward and the air was humid. Don heard hushed conversations and continued down the corridor. Under the tall archway, Don entered the room. He stared.
In the center, a naked woman was shackled to an overhead beam. Her blonde hair hung wetly. Her eyes showed terror. Clear spittle ran over the bright red ball gag, dripping onto her breasts. Purple nipples strained from the attached weights. The woman's ankles were pushed apart wide by a spreader bar.
A dozen people sat in chairs watching. The tall, large breasted woman stood next to the tethered girl. The devilish cat-o-nine tails swished in the air and landed on her exposed derriere. Painful snakes gripped tender thighs and licked along back and shoulders. She shivered and whimpered from the lashing.
Don's cock was hard. An unseen hand caressed his penis. He looked down at the man kneeling there.
"Mmm, you've got a nice cock. Very hard. She'll like you. She needs to be fucked in the ass. That's what they've come to see. Are you ready to perform?"
Don was astounded at this new predicament. Did they, or this man, expect Don to walk into the center of the room and ass fuck the submissive girl? He stepped into the light. Was that applause? No it just sounded like sheets rippling on a clothesline. The sound was persistent. Rhythmic. Scratching. Rustling.
Something wet touched the head of his glans. A mouth? Some type of lubricant? Don groaned as his cock hardened. The girl looked with pleading eyes. The ball gag was released and she gulped air. More scratching and rustling. He wished the incessant sound would go away.
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