Turning the Tables
By James Forbes jasbike1@gmail.com
This is a work of fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences, and partly fantasy of what I wish will still happen. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Any resemblance to anyone is strictly coincidental. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on domination, submission, various punishments and kink, with of course some actual sex thrown in. But it's more narrative than straight-up fucking. If you're looking for a good sub in San Diego, email me.
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Chapter 2 – Bait and Switch
After me making David my play slave on a camping trip with his parents nearly a year went by with our friendship friendly but a bit distant...
In June the year after I met David, I was 14 and he was just barely 13. He had gotten taller, but still had no telltale furry upper lip, and no arm hair at all. Every time I saw him my heart just about beat out of my chest, and I beat off to him constantly, with thoughts of me stripping him, making him suck my dick, and more. After his sullen attitude with how last year's camping trip turned out, it surprised me when he called one day.
"Hey, James, buddy! Wanna go camping again? I'm thinking next week," he asked.
I jumped at the chance to go with him and his parents, and figure out some way to see him naked this time.
"Sure, that sounds great, David!" We agreed his parents and him would pick me up the following Tuesday. The day arrived. David had asked me to pack a hiking pack this time. His parents drove up, and I started to get in the side away from David, not wanting to crowd him.
"No, sit next to me!" he urged. Well that was odd. He was being really friendly. He sat with his leg right up next to mine, and I could feel my dick leap in my pants. After a short drive through downtown, the car pulled over.
"Have fun, kids! Just call us when you get back to town and we'll come pick you up." What? I was so confused.
"David, what's going on? I thought we were going camping with your parents again," I asked.
"Nope, not this time," he replied. "A bus will be here in a few minutes to take us into the Cascades. There's a trail I want to check out just outside of Ellensburg. This will be way more fun than last year," he said with a warm smile. Could this be happening? Did he know how badly I wanted him? Did he want me, too? The answer came quickly. After we loaded on the bus, again he told me to sit with him. It was an overnight bus trip of several hours, so the bus was dark after we left downtown Seattle. I was just drifting to sleep when David reached over and grabbed my hand, placing it on his leg. I thought I was going to faint. I was also terrified someone would see us, but I didn't move my hand for anything. I also didn't sleep a wink that night.
"We'll be there in a few hours," he said, and leaned against the window to fall asleep.
I only woke up because I heard the bus engine start to grind down in gears, pulling over into a small gravel lot that had no cars in it.
"This is Enchantment Lakes Trailhead, boys." We staggered off, still half asleep, and got our backpacks. David was in a flannel shirt and jeans, while I was wearing hiking shorts and a t-shirt.
David said, "Our destination is about eight miles up that trail, James. It's great this time of year because we'll have it all to ourselves." Alone with David in the woods, camping. It was a dream come true.
"First," David said, "Let's fill our water bottles at that stream and eat something for the hike." He unpacked some sandwiches. "Hey, look!" he said. "Remember these? It's that deck of cards we played with last year on our camping trip with my parents. I'd forgotten all about them. Let's play a few hands before we hike." It sounded odd to me, but he was happy, so I was happy.
The first hand we played was close, but I won with three-of-a-kind. I took a huge chance, like the year before. "I think you should be my slave again," I said, half-jokingly.
I was shocked when he readily agreed. "Sounds good. But we're playing two out of three hands." Still, I had a 50/50 shot at this. Seeing him naked was just around the corner. I felt lucky.
The next hand was close again, but he had a pair of 6s and I had a pair of 5s. It was all even. Luck was in my corner, as he dealt me three kings. I felt confident.
"Get ready. It's going to be an interesting few days, David."
He put his hand down. Three queens! He admitted, "Well, I guess the best guy won. Wait: Look what else I have?" and he laid down two 10s. A full house. "You lose."
My stomach sank. What had I just agreed to? After all the teasing I'd given him a year ago about his smooth pits, making him swim back to shore, ordering him to smell my socks, then sleep nearly naked, and finally, having to pee into a bottle in the middle of the night. Had he planned this whole thing to get back at me? It all fell into place. Him being all nice, tricking me into going with him without his parents, picking a remote spot where there were no other hikers, then not even shuffling the cards he was supposedly surprised to find in his backpack. What a sap I was. What the hell was he doing to do? I was a bit excited at the unknown possibilities, but worried, too.