By FirefighterSir

Jackson rolled over on the roof of the party boat. All the frats and girls around him were still snoozing after another night of summer partying on the lake even though the sun was well up and already hot. He stretched his muscles, tousled his mop of blond hair and threw aside his sleeping bag to reveal his muscled, football-player build clothed in a light cover of golden hair. He tucked his morning hard-on under the waistband of his board shorts. His hand brushed his own beefy pecs briefly as he looked around until he spotted the drone stuck in the brush just above the shoreline where the boat was moored.

Shasta Lake is a popular destination for vacationers and college students in rented houseboats. The boats congregate in the steep-sided flooded canyons that make up the vast reservoir in the forested foothills. Each arm of the lake is named for the source that pours water into the vast and complex reservoir: Pit River Arm, Sacramento Arm, Jones Valley Arm, Salt Creek Inlet.

This party boat was moored deep into the Salt Creek Inlet which was close enough to nearby campgrounds and stores to keep the college group easily supplied with beer and snacks the whole weekend.

Now, Jax scrambled up the red dirt bank to grab the remote control drone they had played with the night before. Hopping back on board in his bare feet, it didnt take long to find the controls unattended on the boat deck next to a passed out cheerleader.

Soon, the camaras of the whizzing drone were showing Jax an eagle eye view of the clustered house boats in the narrow inlet. He flew the device upstream, following the narrowing canyon, passing over vacationers fishing or sipping coffee in the warm midmorning.

As the drone rose, a glint of shining blue caught the footballer’s eye. The drone rose up and headed for it, directly North of the party boat. Jax could see a dirt road winding through the trees and soon, the blue shiny objects resolved into pairs of solar panels catching the sun on a hillside clearing. But what the drone glimpsed next was truly unbelievable.

As the drone hovered in the tree tops, Jax could see people moving in the clearing. As he watched, Jax thought back on how he had tried to explain away his guilty hookups over the years and his shameful masturbation fantasies. But now, those fantasies were being played out before his eyes.

His hard-on now pushed hard against his shorts and Jax looked around guiltily to make sure he wasn’t seen. Then he gulped and stared into the screen again.

Between two trees a black sling was stretched. On the sling, a uniformed sheriff deputy was bound, arms cuffed together under the sling, black tactical pants torn open at the crotch, booted legs spread apart. The deputy’s hooded head lolled backwards off the sling with only his mouth visible. His khaki duty shirt was pulled open to reveal a tight sweat soaked tee beneath with two clamps biting into his nips on his thick pecs. The deputy’s body was flexing and arching to the rhythmic pumping his ass was receiving from a black clad figure between his chained legs.

Jax’s mouth went dry. The drone camera feed faded into static for a second then refocused on the scene below.

Another figure, seeming to be a servant, dressed in desert fatigues with a thick leather collar around his neck stepped up next to the black clad figure, holding out a small tray with a drink and some lubricant in a pump. The black figure first took the drink, downed it without missing a beat in his relentless fucking of the officer, then opened a black gloved hand to receive a glob of lube.

As the black clad figure grabbed for the bound officer’s cock, the deputy arched his back more furiously, appearing to bellow wordlessly through the hood.

Jax maneuvoured the hovering drone closer, hoping to turn it enough to see the black clothed man. The drone camera flickered in and out of static now. The signal was too far away! The drone began to wobble, losing control.

The camera went black as the machine dropped out of the sky clattering through the tree branches into the clearing not far from the sling. As Jax watched, the camera blinked on again, setting in some leaves, looking at the blue sky laced with white stratus. The grey-headed servant’s face appeared in the camera as it was retrieved and taken to the Captain.

He was still standing before the bound sheriff, cum splattered over the cop’s tight tee. Dark sweat stains spread across the tight black tee of the Captain as he stood with his semierect cock still protruding from his black tactical pants.

The Captain stared into the camera until a pad and pen were brought to his waiting gloved hands. He wrote: To retrieve your toy, come to this GPS coordinate above the Pines Campground by Noon. Or the drone will be destroyed.

He held the pad before the camera a minute, then motioned the servant away. As he turned, camera still recording, the Captain stepped around to the head of the bound, panting officer and shoved his dick into the hooded face.

The camera cut out.

Jax was panting, his cock leaking heavily into his shorts, creating a huge wet spot. He tucked the controller into a tote on deck and jumped off the boat, racing along the bank towards the boat launch parking area. His explosive energy from years of training pushed his feet along the bank until he was fumbling with the keys to his beatup pickup. He was at the gate to a forested clearing barely 5 minutes later.

Jax chest was pounding as the tall wood gate opened. The camo-clad servant man looked at Jax blankly but the jock moved forward. Sweat sprung up on his tanned back.

The gate clattered closed and Jax walked uphill to the sunny clearing. Just ahead, the bound deputy was still bound in the sling, breathing heavily. Jax raked the cop’s body with his eyes. His booted legs were thick, his cuffed arms big with the veins bulging. His sweat drenched chest was now exposed where the clinging black tee had been cut open and the meaty nips in a fur of silver hair were red from abuse. Jax stepped closer, not trying to hide his tented shorts, transfixed on the muscled silver bear bound before him.

His head buzzed with lust and his vision blurred beyond the man’s body.

“Here is your toy, you can leave now,” said the Captain directly behind him.

Jax wheeled around, stumbled and fell backwards. His tanned body fell full into the lap of the bound deputy. The cop moaned loudly through his cum dripping mouth hole and cold cum slicked Jax back.

“You enjoy spying on people?” Accused the Captain, pushing his short black and silver beard close over the boy’s face, ignoring the startling predicament they all found themselves in. The Dom’s eyes bore into Jaxs mind, but his swollen cock said it all.

He pulled open his shorts and the Captain grabbed it with a black-gloved hand.

 

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To be continued …

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