Master Brett and Slave (1) Mark, Outback adventures
With covid putting a stop to any thought of overseas travel, and the amount of paper work involved, not to mention the uncertainty of health standards in some of these overseas countries at the moment, I thought I would explore the outback of good old Australia. It had been awhile since I travelled north from Melbourne, and the more I thought about it, the more concrete my plan became. I had enough holiday time up and my company could just about run its self, I had some very highly qualified personal that knew the computer software business and it's was there idea that I should disappear for a while. It had been five years since I started up the business, and it had grown from a small concern in a local shop to a string of computer outlets in each of the major shopping centres. It had gotten to a point where the outlet majors basically ran their allotted stores, and I was the last link in the chain if something went completely off the tracks, I was even contemplating franchising the company, taking the company to another level, but all that can wait. I had convinced myself to take a holiday, and it was going to happen.
I tricked out the BT50 4x4 with all the mod cons and the towing rig was first class, the caravan which hadn't been used for awhile was services and fitting with all the right gear, plus I made a few adjustments to the power supply, so I could run solar power and added extra batteries to store power when I'm off the grid. I had enough experience and ability to play mechanic and enough commonsense to know if things were over my head and out of my range of knowledge, then I would get some help from others. I made plans to head towards the flinders rangers for a start, then work my way around, and you never know I may just find the itch to paint again. I used to be a reasonable painter/drawer before covid and my business plan took off, any leisure activities got pushed away, but now I was looking to re-kick both sides of my life. I finally found the perfect spot to park the van, with enough clearance and sunshine for the solar panels, but also put my close to a local stream, hills and trails. An hour after my arrival, I had set up most the equipment, and the solar panels were drawing amps to feed the batteries. I had enough time to arrange a fire pit, set up the swing BBQ plates and hooks for the hot water pot. Modern camping these days is so simple, everything just springs up, and you just need to peg things down. I made up the shower head, fixed it securely, made a run off, then I scanned the camp site to check what else needed to be done, the Lights were set up, the external 360 degree cameras were operating from all sides of van, and being fed into my phone and also onto a hard drive back home, being a computer nerd has its benefits, and you can't be too careful. It was too late in the afternoon to get any solar hot water so I put the large pot on the swing table, and put a fire under it; with a camp chair and a scotch I was set up and done.
It was a relatively warm afternoon and I still had plenty of light, and nobody else was around, the stream certainly looked safe enough to have a swim, so off with the shorts and top and I was in my element, bare arse and naked in the water, I've always been a naturalist and got my gear off whenever I could, be it on the beach, nude ranches, or secluded hiking trails. Everyone is equal when their nude, no Aires or Graces just boobs, cocks and butt cheeks, I enjoy perving on both males, but haven't swung on that rope yet, I'm just happy to let life dictate time and direction, and without complications.
The water was clear, and in some parts deeper than others, but the deeper I went the colder I got, so I stayed in the water at about waist deep, I was able to cool down and if need be, wash off the dust after the days trekking through the scrub. After lounging in the water for a while, I lent up against a tree to soak up the remaining rays of sunshine, and must have dozed off after my long drive. I was awoken by the sounds of someone else setting up his van. Luckily he set things up approximately hundred metres from mine, and from my vantage point had a very simular set up to my rig, lighting, camp fire, and shower tent. I couldn't see anybody else, just a slim good looking man approximately my age. I don't think he could see me from where he was, but then made a B line to the stream to get water or to have a swim, either way, I was in the middle, bare arse naked. I could make a run for the van, but really were two adult males, and we've all seen naked men before, and I'm certainly not averse to being seen this way. So I relaxed and pretended to be asleep and let things happen, I could hear his footsteps approaching, then the familiar sounds of clothing being removed, then a splash in the water, I still faked being asleep, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, I hope I didn't disturb you". "No your fine, I was just soaking up what's left of the sun, and also drying off. I hope that my state of undress doesn't worry you, I prefer to swim this way". "I'm the same, clothing just gets in the way, I'm Brett, I'm glad to see you" , then he laughed, "I'm very glad to see you as well", then we both smiled at each other, possibly sizing one another up. As Brett walked out of the water, he greeted me with a semi hard on, which I reckon belonged on a horse, I was OK in the cock department, but Brett had me well and truly covered. We sat on the bank of the stream and found out a few things about each other, he was in the plastic game and wrote up reports, data sheets, spread sheets, and did analyse testing. But required time away from facts and figures for a while, taking time off to reset and balance his life. He told me that it was his first caravanning adventure for a few years, since all this covid crap turned up. I told him my story, and that I needed space away from the business. 30 minutes later we both started to get eaten by Mozzies, so we made our way back to the vans, but not before I had a good look at his cute butt, and I'm sure my arse was given the once over. I invited him over to the fire later on if he was interested, "Give me an hour or so, I still need to set up inside the van and do a few things, I'll bring a couple of drinks with me" Good I'll get some food out and make some tea for us".
The campfire had the perfect heat and glow radiating from it, the hamburgers were about done, I threw a couple of potatoes in foil just to the side of the fire, all I needed was Brett to turn up and help eat them, I couldn't wait too much longer, I swung the BBQ plate away from the fire, and decided to go see if everything was ok, it was too far to yell, and definitely too rude to do so. I wandered across and was about to knock on the van door when I heard voices inside the van. Brett was talking to someone on the phone, and from what I could here, and I presume it was about me, because he gave a description of me and my van. "Yes, he's cute, but no I don't know if he's like that" the person on the other end of the line was asking various questions, "I don't think he's a Dominate, he comes across more as a submissive". I was shocked to say the least, I was being appraised, pigeon holed before I was given a choice, and I'm still not sure I'm that way inclined, but Brett and whomever were discussing me as if I were a puzzle piece in a game. Then Brett's next part of the conversation almost floored me, "I'll tell him that I have a back spasm and muscle tightness and I'll see if I can get him to give me a massage, and I'll get him to do whilst I'm naked", anyway I have to go, he's cooking tea for us". I bolted back to my van and the camp fire, just in the nick of time before he made his way over, carrying a six pack of beer. "You got somewhere to put these"? he removed 2 tins and gave me the other four. As I put the cans in my fridge I could feel his eyes burning into my butt, I thought I would play along with the game and see how it was going to be played out.
We ate the burgers and spuds, then settled down to watch the flames, the night was dry, and the sky perfect, we chattered about nothing and everything, drank another beer and then the game began, Brett faked soreness , saying it was from the drive, and clenched his lower back , twisting and turning his head and shoulders. "Are you Ok?", "Yes no problem, just a bit sore after the drive, occasionally I get back spasms, if I sit too long , and once a week I visit a physio, and he massages my lower back and shoulders. And because I'm on holidays I've missed my appointments" . Here it comes, the hook, waiting to see if he catches the fish, "Do you know anything about Massages or rub downs I could really use one, If you don't that's OK, I'll go find someone tomorrow" I thought to myself, really a physio out here in the Flinders Rangers, Brett didn't think this one through. Back to the game, "No I don't really know a whole lot about it, I've had plenty, but if you're prepared to tell me where it hurts I guess I could try. I'm not sure just who was the fish? And who was the hook? But he agreed, way too quickly for my thinking, but the game was on. "Great, I'll just go get some oil, I think there's some in the van", he was gone and back in five minutes, given me enough time to adjust my van cameras, I set up a old blanket and pillows near the fire, and waited. He dropped to his knees, then removed his shirt and loosened his shorts. Brett lowered himself down onto the blanket, made himself comfortable, and then pointed to where I should start. I too dropped to my knees and put a liberal amount of oil on my hands then rotated them in and around his questionable aches; I rubbed in a circular motion, and being rewarded with compliments on my technique and style. His firm muscular back and shoulders certainly felt good underneath my oiled soaked hands, his muscles easily slipped across my palms, and as I made my way down his spine I massaged the muscles in an outward motion, once again getting moans of delight and more compliments. Now came the moment of truth, Brett edged his shorts further down revealing the top half of his butt cheeks. "My physio normally manipulates my butt and the area just above the globes, making sure he uses plenty of oil and downward pressure, this generally releases the tightness You're doing a great job, keep going don't stop"
For whatever reason, it may have been the beer, the sheer fact that I had my hands on a sexy half naked man, or a wanting desire to extend and explore my boundaries, but I certainly wasn't about to stop. My hands gripped his globes, pushed and pulled and even separated the valley in between, Brett became more vocal and slid his shorts down exposing his very cute oily butt cheeks, and then, without realising it he tipped his hand, "Oh yes, get in there massage that arse, get your fingers into that crack, that's so fucking good, what a good little boi, reach down a little deeper along the crack, yes just like that" I followed his instructions, played with his arse and now he wanted me to go deeper to find his balls and that monster cock. I could feel the heat rising up from his crutch and with tentative fingers nudged his horse balls before finding his swollen shaft. I pulled away, going back to his butt and lower back, Brett quickly rolled over onto his back and presented me with the biggest cock I'd ever seen, it was as stiff as a board, strong and powerful looking, "Boi you know you want it, you know you want to touch it, to feel it in your hands, You did this to him, now get down and do it, NOW". I slowly gripped the monster snake and massaged the outer skin, up and down , "I've never done this before, am I doing it right? "Keep going, don't stop Girly boi, that's it keep going, now slowly bring your face closer to my beautiful cock, closer, closer, now stick your tongue out , taste my horse cock". I was as nervous as anything but I tentatively did as ordered, "now open your mouth, and suck your first cock, savour the taste, because it won't be your last". I opened up and allowed the head to slip into my mouth, my tongue even made circular licks of the head as it pushed deeper. I have no idea what came over me, I was consumed by lust, and the site of this fantastic cock, I just bent further forward and engulfed his entire cock, I gagged slightly at the start, then my muscles relaxed, as they got use to the invading monster. It was long before Brett's balls were resting on my chin and the entire cock was in my throat, as I lifted off, I heard Brett calling me everything, from Slut, Dirty Whore , cock sucking Bitch, Girly boi, and a few others , but It didn't bother me, In that moment I was all of those things, and more, but the one thing I did know was the feeling and actions of someone that was about to cum, and I wanted to taste it, to experience firsthand just what it's like to give someone a blow job. Then it happened Brett almost convulsed on the blanket, his groin thrust towards my waiting mouth , then his cum squirted out his cock, spraying my throat, mouth and waiting tongue, he even sprayed my face, and I certainly couldn't contain all that seed in my mouth, I had cum dribbling out the corners of my mouth. Brett held the back of my head keeping my face over his cock until he stopped spewing his seed and returned back to earth. Brett relaxed back onto the blanket, his cock shrunk from my mouth, as I licked my lips, and without realising I swiped my finger across my chin to capture and consume the last precious escaping drops of his sweet tasting essence.
Then all of a sudden reality kicked in and the realisation of what I just did, I shrunk back down, humiliated and ashamed that I got so caught up in the act, that I was in fact the hooked fish, I knew what was coming, I knew what the plan was , yet I still got carried away. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, I had given a blow job to almost a complete stranger, and as much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed doing it, the more he berated me, and the verbal abuse somehow turned me on. Before tonight, I had only read about, heard about, but never in my life would I have thought it would happen to me.
"Well boi how was that, did you enjoy it, because I certainly did, you have a great mouth, and you took my cock with ease, not many can do that. I now you feel like you have been used, but at any point, YOU could have walked away, back to your van and nothing else would have happened. But I'll tell you right now, you love being told what to do, you have a natural talent, and the more I called you things the hotter you became, and another thing, YOU swallowed my cum, and licked the last few drops off your chin. You are a submissive, a cock sucking Bitch that loves sucking cock. And If you don't believe me look at your stiff cock, it's been trying to get out since I laid down."
"Now Girly Boi, I want you to do one more thing before I go back to my van, I want you to take off all your clothing, stand next to the fire and pull yourself off, do you understand me?" With my head still facing downward, I mumbled yes. "Yes What? , and be polite " "Yes Sir I understand, "That's better, if you forget your manors you will be punished, "Yes Sir" I slowly removed my T shirt and dropped my shorts, then stood before him , grabbed my stiff cock and began to masturbate, I slowly massaged the entire length, and even as I did it, my mind kept drifting back to having his beautiful cock in my mouth, Then Brett started on his verbal assault again, telling me that I belong to him and my mouth was only god for sucking cock, and that I was a whore, a dirty cock licking ball sucking , arse licking whore. Then it was my turn to have knee tremors, body shakes, every nerve ending in my body was about to explode. Then Brett quickly moved forward engulfed my cock, pushing my hand away, and sucking like a vacuum cleaner, my normally heterosexual cock was about to blow inside another man's mouth , and I wanted it, I couldn't stop this runaway train even if I wanted too. Then it happened my cock exploded, and Brett continued to suck, there was no better feeling, our two bodies were joined at my cock and his mouth. I just screamed with release as my overly excited cum filled his mouth. Even when there was no more cum to be had he stayed on his knees licking and sucking, until I had to push him away, I was that sensitive. Brett rose to his feet grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss, then his cum covered mouth and tongue locked onto my lips and he swapped and shared my cum back to me. I was stunned by the whole ordeal, but so driven by lust that I just couldn't stop myself. Brett grabbed his clothing and returned to his van, but before he left, he told me that I should call him Master Brett from now on. And Bitch, if you want to continue our game that I should kneel before him, when he comes over for breakfast in the morning. Master Brett didn't wait for an answer, he just went inside, and that was the last I saw of him that night.
I sat around the fire for another hour, somewhat stunned at what just happened, but stared at my phone watching the playback, I thought to myself I could pack up and leave early, move to another spot, then the other side of my brain said stay and have a real CAMPING adventure. Tomorrow is another day...
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