This story is based on reality with some changes to suit my fantasy of what might have happened.
During my second year of college, my family went camping in Maine, USA. Since I had nothing better to do I thought I would tag along and lay on the beach for the two weeks of the trip. The campground we frequented was on the shores of a lake so we frequently brought a canoe. A few days after our arrival, my father decided we should take a trip down one of the rivers that emptied into a connecting lake to the one we camped on. He reasoned a four hours trip would be fun and allow us the time to bond.
Consulting a map we ported the canoe by car to a spot on the river we believed gave us the right starting point and my mother drove the car back to await our arrival back in camp.
Unfortunately, we over estimated our ability and put in too far up river. On several occasions we found ourselves in moderate rapids, forced to get out and walked the canoe through the difficult stretches of water. Even though it was August the water was cold and our clothes became completely soaked. After the second time in the river, we were cold and shivering from the cold wet clothes. After the third times in, my father decided it made more sense to strip off our clothes, leaving only sandals to protect our feet from the river bottom. Our clothes dried in the canoe and we warmed up faster, naked in the hot afternoon sun.
We had paddling for over three hours yet had not seen any sign of life along the river so naked canoeing seemed a minimal risk. Little did my father know that being naked outdoors was an exhilarating, heart pounding exhibitionist experience for me. The sense of freedom and excitement made these few hours something I still remember to this day. The best part was the sanctioned nudity in which anything could happen. I loved the feeling of my warm balls hanging between my legs. It was also a thrill because my dick and balls were larger than my fathers and I was pretty proud of that.
I didn’t mind sitting around for a few hours enjoying the feeling of naked freedom and stolen thrills. We had long ago passed the part of the river with the rapids but my father made no move to suggest putting our clothes on and that was fine with me. I was discovering that I loved nudity and knew this was something I was more of.
Into our fourth hour of paddling we still had not come to the connecting lake and it became clear we had put in at the wrong place. The current section of the river was long, straight and quiet but bent around to the left about 100 yards beyond. There were no sounds except birds along the shore and as we approached the river bend we unknowingly drifted into an experience that would mark us both for the rest of our lives.
Turned the corner we stumbled upon numerous naked girls sunning themselves on the shore to our left and a few more playing in the water directly ahead. From our respective viewpoint we both appeared out of nowhere and for a few moments we each could only look in awe and disbelief. They were naked; we were naked. I immediately thought of my father and wished he wasn’t there. I could only wait to see what he chose to do.
The naked girls on the shore were sunning themselves while a few stood at the edge of the water. Most striking was a girl about my age, standing in a canoe in the middle of the river. She had large, fresh, unblemished breasts with thick, long dark hair. I particularly remember the beautiful triangle of dark hair between her legs. She was a siren standing upon the water. It was obvious our sudden appearance confused her since she froze apparently unable to decide what to do. She looked down into the canoe searching for clothes or a towel and then stood straight up, transfixed, while our canoe gliding closer and closer to her. It seemed like minutes as our eyes met and searched each other's bodies. She was simply a naked vision of beauty. Gazing into her the thick patch of hair between her legs, I felt like I was being pulled deeper into a black hole from which I knew I would not want to escape.
In the next instant, my father warned all we were coming through and a woman on shore screamed “Shit” as they appeared to dash for cover. Then I felt myself pulled from the canoe with an arm around my neck. I struggle as I was pulled under the water and in what seemed like seconds I felt the arm tighten around my neck. The last thing I remember before things went black was a muscular woman standing on the riverbank above us with her hands on her naked hips.
When I woke I was on shore and tied face down on the beach, my legs and arms hogtied behind my back. My father too, was tied naked on the beach with the naked women standing over us.
One woman walked to my father and rolled him over with her foot. She was a tall, muscular woman with large breasts. She looked like she was in the gym regularly.
She grabbed my father balls in her hands and squeezed till he cried out in pain. I could hear the squish of wet testicles and scrotum being rung in a powerful grip and cringed.
Holding a long knife in her hands and she placed the knife just below his tortured balls, saying,” Listen to me, asshole and listen closely. You have two choices. Leave here right now, alone or I’ll cut your balls and cock off and stuff them down your throat and then let you bleed to death on this beach.”
“I’m not leaving without my son,” my father said.
“You’ll leave NOW or you will loose your balls slowly, inch by inch and then I’ll do the same to your son. Leave and you may see him alive another day. Stay and neither of you will leave, EVER.”
