Camping Dungeon Time

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I haven't posted in quite a while (or played), but a couple of weeks ago, I had a pretty amazing experience.  I like to visit a clothing-optional gay campground in the mountains on the east coast while traveling north/south.  I'm generally there on a weekday, when there aren't a lot of folks around, so action tends to be light, but I really love just being outside, naked, so even if there are only a  handful of other guys around, or even no action at all, I really enjoy the experience.  It's perfectly located for me about halfway from to my destination, and super-reasonably priced.  

This past visit, I was able to stay on a Friday night (and wish I could have hung out until Sunday), which is unusual for me.  Most folks are visiting there for the weekend, and that's when most of the action really gets going. The owners of the campground have a pretty extensive site - most of the campsites are occupied with more or less permanently parked campers - they may change hands, and occupants come and go, but the campers never move.  The owners were throwing a Friday night party at their site, with a pony keg, and some munchies, and the guy at the counter told me about it when I checked in.  He said the party got going at 8PM, and people would be hanging out there until the regular party venue opened at 10PM.

I usually stay in a cabin (there are a handful for rent) but they were already booked for the weekend, so I wound up in the lodge, which was perfectly fine for me. I rolled in about 5 in the afternoon, and it was still warm enough to be outside naked, so I took a few things up to my room, and then quickly stripped down to nothing but flip-flops.  I had been on the bike all day, almost without interruption, so I really wanted a hot shower just to relax. There's a shower in the lodge, but I really prefer to head out to the bathhouse (duh) so I can be out there naked for anyone who is walking by.  It's never failed for me, even when I stay during the week, that there's someone around, and interested in looking.  The public showers are a great place to meet and get to know my fellow campers.

After I took a nice, long, hot shower, and chatted briefly with one of the guys who works at the campground (who also mentioned the party) and wanted to see if I needed anything, I strolled back over to the lodge, grabbed a drink, and then sat out on the deck, and just watched the sunset.  After a bit, it started to get too chilly, and it was dark anyway, so I just pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and then, at 8, walked up to the site where there was going to be the party. Although I had been to the camp five or six times before, I'd never had a reason to walk up this particular stretch of sites, and I was blown away by how elaborate it was.  I was even more blown away to see a huge banner stretched out in front of the site, advertising a "dungeon party".  I apparently was unfashionably early, as there didn't seem to be anybody else around, and the keg was there on ice, but not yet tapped.  I took a minute to walk over to a large tent on a platform, and peek in, and inside was a full collection of dungeon furniture! 

I have done some BDSM play before, but always topping women.  I'm not really a sadist, but there isn't much to me that is hotter than full sexual submission.  The two main features appeared to be the huge St. Andrew's cross, with a collection of floggers and paddles hung next to it on the "wall" of the tent, and then, a little to the side of that, a sawhorse/bench with padded arm and leg rests: a paddling and fucking bench.  I slipped back out, still didn't see anybody, so I headed back over to the lodge, took a few hits, and refilled my glass, and chilled out a while longer. After I saw a few golf-carts full of guys headed up the road, I walked back over to the party.

I didn't see either of the guys I'd spoken with earlier, and I didn't really know anybody there, so when a slightly older guy approached me and kind of glommed onto me, I started talking with him. He explained that this was the campground co-owner's site and that it was his dungeon.  He also started telling me about some of the other pieces of furniture - some he'd helped build or set up.  He seemed nice enough, but he didn't do much for me, and was drinking pretty heavily.  I mingled a bit, grabbed a beer, and started noshing on some of the munchies, since I'd had a big, late lunch, and wound up skipping dinner, I didn't want to wind up too drunk because of an empty stomach.  After a bit, I wandered back into the tent, and by then the "proprietor" was there, and was more than happy to give me a detailed tour of the equipment.  It was pretty clear his favorite pieces were the St. Andrews cross and the fucking horse/bench.  He started telling me at great length how he knew how to use a flogger so well that it felt like a gentle massage, and I'm pretty sure he knew I was intrigued, so he was nice, and went out of his way to be a good top and not scary.  It worked pretty well - I definitely was put at ease, even though I wasn't sure switching (a whole new thing for me) was what I wanted.

I wandered out of there, and back to this teepee where they had a kind of sweat lodge thing going, but it wasn't really warm enough to actually strip down, there weren't really any seats left, and I struggled to strike up conversation with anyone.  After about 10 minutes I got tired of all the smoke, and my curiosity had been building.  Meanwhile, as I walked out, the first guy who'd been talking to me sidled back up again, and I asked him if there was going to be any play going on at this dungeon party, or if everyone was just kind of hanging out.  He said he thought everyone was just being too shy, but if someone would get it started maybe more would go on.  I told him I was actually thinking about it, and he encouraged me a bit.  I decided what the hell, and I went and found the dungeon owner again, and told him he'd convinced me that it would feel just like a lovely massage...and I'd love to have him show me his skills.  He didn't miss a beat, and we headed right back into the tent, and over to the St. Andrew's cross.

There were now a few people hanging out in the tent - there was a propane heater blowing (early fall in the mountains) - another guy dressed in leather, a few non-descript or trollish looking guys, and a couple of butch dykes.  Since it wasn't quite so cold, I immediately shucked off my jeans, tshirt and fleece, and stepped up onto the platform of the cross.  The combination of the slightly cool air, being exposed (the only naked person in the room), anticipation of the impending strokes, and the center of attention as the object of the performance, and I immediately started getting aroused.  I felt a thrill run through me and let my mind spin a little as I started thinking about fully submitting. I'd always played the other role (with great pleasure), but I also got off before on how aroused and excited the sub would be...I was excited to get to experience the role. I immediately started to get hard, and the dungeon master/owner, smiled and stroked my cock and told me that it made him happy to see a sub so obviously excited about the prospects.  I made sure to really spread and show my ass and hole as I bent over to try to get the leather cuffs on, and the feeling of being cuffed - they were heavy - and collared gave me butterflies.  I was almost elated to step up to the cross and put my hands up.  We talked briefly - in a straightforward and non-game way, so I knew he was an experienced and sane dom, and we stablished a safeword and a plan for the scene.  He said he really preferred to have a blindfold on his subs, and I said that was just fine - at that point, I actually wanted to be gagged too, not because I wanted to be silenced, but because it would really complete the sensory experience of the cuffs, collar and blindfold.  He said that at first he really preferred to be able to get feedback, and I agreed that was the sensible thing. I told him I wanted him to start out with the 'massage' approach he'd described, but that we should ramp up (green) and that I would tell him when I needed to plateau (yellow) and when we could resume ramping up (green), and that I'd let him know when I needed less (red).

He lifted each hand up to the cross, and clipped me in there, and had me sag down, to show me the that it would bear my weight, and that the cuffs wouldn't bind at all.  As he was running his hands down my sides to clip in my ankles, he ran over my ass, and I willingly pushed back, trying to brush my hole and spread my ass - to be open and ready for his strokes or anything.  Some more watchers had come in to the tent, and a few were reaching around, tweaking and twisting  my nipples, and I was as rock hard as I've almost ever been.  I could hardly wait.  He pressed his hardon up against my ass as he tweaked my nipple and breathed into my ear, and put the blindfold on, at which point I lost track of  how many people were there.  I remember seeing the two baby butches watching with full attention,  and I was thinking how funny it was that we were so juxtaposed.

He picked up the "intermediate" flogger and started off with slow, gentle strokes - no sting at all.  I'm not sure I'd call it a massage, but it wasn't painful at all, and I was arching back to feel the strokes on my ass, and thighs...hoping for some contact on my hole, taint and balls.  I wanted to be open and used.  I have lost all track of time, but we went along for quite a while - at least twenty minutes - my frustration and arousal constantly mounting - as the intensity of his blows kept increasing. I just dove into sub space and thrust back, exposing myself fully to his onslaught - trying to catch a rithym, and continually frustrated by the irregular pace.  As the intensity increased the endorphins flowed, and the more each sting was actually arousing (and the more each blow stung).  I was in abandon, handing from my arm cuffs, thrusting my ass out, and although I could hear the sound of the impacts, and knew from experience they were pretty intense, each blow just felt more...frustratingly tantilizing...like being teased...it was a long, long tease, and I was in a red haze of desire.  

Finally, after a bit, a few blows landed that were actually painful, and I asked him to plateau...he gave me a few more good licks, with a slightly sadistic laugh, but also warning me they'd be good stings...that I had been a good boy and just needed a few more to finish me off...I gladly pushed back and did my best to give him my skin to sting - I wanted him to use me - I wanted to please him with how good I could be for him.  After this we started to cool down, and, with a lot of gentle caressing and rubbing, he brought me back down, and took me off the cross.  As the blindfold came off there were about seven or eight guys handing around, one or two had their cocks out, one or two were just rubbing through their pants...the baby butch had her hands down her pants and was rubbing her clit/pussy and her butch partner was rubbing the outside of her pants and pinching the baby dyke's nipples. 

My dom asked if I was ok - lightheaded or anyting - needed help sitting down? I told him I felt amazing and almost kind of disappointed we were finishing. The final, slightly more painful blows had taken me back down off the orgasmic edge, so I was just kind of cooling down.  My mouth was a little dry so I wanted to grab another beer and have a cigarette....it was thrilling to have a room of strangers, but I also didn't know exactly what to say to anyone...I just wanted to kind of chill and luxuriate in the glow.  My ass felt red but it was a warm glow, not sore at all. I sat down by the outdoor fire, and suddenly my earlier interlocutor reappeared and asked how I was feeling I told him I felt great, and should have volunteered to get things going sooner.  It appeared to me, though, that the tent had mostly emptied out, and no new action had started up.  I started seeing the audience back outside.  

I hung out at the fire, a few different people - more than I had realized - came up and told me what a hot scene they thought it was, and thanked me for putting it on (I had done nothing but volunteer).  I don't remember what else we talked about, but I had some random chat with a few different people, and in particular with this one other guy in leather (costume).  He was very nice, and pretty hot, but actually seemed kind of shy and tentative.  I think another 30 minutes or so went by, and people started to drift off to the main party venue where dancing was getting going.  I wandered over there, but it wasn't all that exciting to me, and I found that I was kind of sorry the moment seemed to have passed in the dungeon. The keg at the dungeon site had a nicer beer than the cheap stuff in the main venue, so I wandered back to the first keg, and while I was refilling, saw the dungeon owner again (he was back in party host mode), and I asked him if he wanted to show me how the other equipment in his dungeon worked.  He didn't bat an eyelid, said "yes, of course" and immediately headed back into the dungeon, with me following.  There weren't as many people hanging around the site, but at least three guys followed us in to see what was happening.  I walked over to the fucking horse, and without asking or being told, stripped fully again immediately. The dom was going in and out, doing a couple of different things, and I honestly wasn't sure what we were going to do, but I was admiring the strap/paddle resting on the bench. 

He came back in, picked up the paddle, and indicated I should hop up on the horse....it needed no adjustment, and I layed my stomach down on the top rest, with my arms and shins down on the rests...there was a strap clamped across my back, holding my stomach down to the benchtop, and then he fastened my ankle restraints, so I was bound face-down, ass-up.  Just being strapped in like this made me rock hard again, and I knew my hole was wide open and ready.  He only restrained one of my wrists, which kind of disappointed me initially, but it became obvious why later.  My ass was still warmed up from the flogging, so although they stung slightly, the blows from the strap just immediately got me wanting more. The brunt of the blow fell on my cheeks, but also a little on my hole and the back of my balls...almost immediately I was back in that place where I just wanted to be used and to submit to use...I didn't have to wait long!

After only a couple of minutes, during which a few guys had discovered something new was happening and come in, I felt him start to work silicone lube into my ass.  I felt the cool wet liquid and sighed...knowing relief was coming soon.  I heard him unzip his pants and then I could feel his hard cock searching around for my hole...I was pushing back, trying to gape it open and take him in.  He quickly lined up perfectly, and then with one firm, but not too hard/fast thrust, buried himself in me, and I moaned pushing back as much as I could (I couldn't really move very much).  He started thrusting, grunting into my ear that I was a good little slut, and I moaned out "thank you daddy, please fuck my hole".  Pretty soon, as he was thrusting away, another guy appeared, no pants, with his hard cock out. I immediately reached out with that free hand, and pulled him over, so I could start sucking him.  In another minute, as I was in heaven, getting my ass pumped over and over, and sucking on this nice, not too long, but slightly fat cock, I became aware of two more guys who'd come over, pulling their cocks out and furiously masturbating.  I felt like a complete fuck-doll and I was in a trance, sucking and concentrating on the feeling of my hole being pulled in and out with the thrusts...I could not get enough.

I don't know how many cocks I took, but I knew for sure that it had turned into a train when the original dungeon master came around to the front of the bench to check on me - I knew he had pulled out and re-inserted at least once, so I wasn't really positive until I saw him that the cock in my ass belonged to someone else, but I had thought so because it seemed slightly thicker.  He checked on me and asked how I was feeling, and I told him I was in heaven, and I asked him if there were more people coming in...he said he didn't think so and then headed back around behind me...another guy stepped forward and I started sucking him, while I felt yet a different guy enter me from behind (he was definitely the thickest, but not that long).  The guy I was sucking on pulled back slightly - he was having difficulty comfortably getting up close enough to my face - and started furiously jacking off..and I realized he was cumming - he didn't have much, but I pulled him back over and sucked/licked him clean - a nice, sharp tangy cum.  The thick guy gave a few extra grunts/heaves and then pulled out. My original dom returned and I asked him for a little more lube, which he immediately supplied, and then he went to town...it was ball slapping good.  He leaned over and as he twisted my nipples, whispered in my ear that the next time I wouldn't need more lube, because I'd be so filled up with cum that I'd be lubed with cum, and if at all possible, my dick got harder.  All I could get out between moans was "yes daddy, please fill me up with your cum. I need more cum".  I felt him give a few more hard thrusts, and then he pulled out.

I undid the one restrained wrist using my free hand, and then pushed up on my elbows to scan around the tent...there wasn't really anybody left..the thick guy was pulling on his pants, and apologized to me for not lasting very long - he mumbled something about being thick and I told him, "no, thank you so much, I loved it, your cock is great".  He headed out of the tent and I asked him if there was anyone else waiting for a turn, and the dom said he thought everyone had left to go over to the other party venue.  He then reached around to my cock, and, sticking his thumb up my ass pulled me off in just a few strokes - the hugest load I've shot in ages.   He un-buckled me and asked how I was feeling as he was getting dressed...I told him I felt amazing, that I LOVED his dungeon and that this is just exactly what I had needed...a deep fucking by a bunch of cocks.  I was only sorry I didn't cum from the fucking alone, but in a way, I'm glad, because I remained ready and open.  

I'm not sure how many guys, probably four, but being the object of a train was incredible.  I don't know how many loads I took - I may not have actually taken any (other than the two I sucked off), as my ass, although kind of slick with silicone lube, didn't seem wet nor did anything else leak back out.  Of course, with a bunch of horndog pigs like that, they may have all been like the guy I remember licking the cum off of (the only load I know I definitely got) - really small loads because their balls were already long drained.  I am not an actual bug chaser, and this was insanely risky, but I will be going on prep and definitely returning for more.  

[funcagedbear]

Man you your lucky gotta find something like that near me

[Guest BreedMeInVegas]

Care to share the name of the resort with everyone?  Or possible to send me the name in a private message?

[Guest Azcumdump91]

Sounds like my kind of place 

[Guest JackEdJIZZ]

12 hours ago, BreedMeInVegas said:

Care to share the name of the resort with everyone?  Or possible to send me the name in a private message?

Sounds a lot like Timberfell in Greeneville TN.    Great place.   Even without the  dungeon, it is a great place---on the weekends.   As OP said weekdays are pretty tame for fucking, but very nice for hanging out nude.   Usually a bit older crowd during the week, but a great mix on weekends.   Decent food in the lodge (provided with rooms and cabins I believe).   Some group accomodations as well.

I lived and worked about an hour away......and visited quite often.......

http://timberfell.com

Another great nude campground in the southeast is the River's Edge in Dewey Rose Georgia.   Went there a few times for "bear" events/runs.   More fucking in the woods at night than I EVER saw at a bathhouse or club.   My first trip there was amazing, bent over a bench along one of the trails and took 7-8 cocks with in an hour.......not all shot a load...but many did

http://www.camptheriversedge.com 

If you like what the OP talked about, you can easily live a similar experience.......just show up, get naked and fuck.........or simply enjoy being nude in nature.

 

 

 

[Guest SEPaBBGuy]

A fucking bench in the woods sounds damn hot.