Blake's Camping Trip From Hell written by Levi BB

       

      Blake’s Camping Trip From Hell….

                           by Levi BB

This story features three young men and includes a male foot gear fetish and forced milking:

The summer sun beat down on the sprawling campsite, surrounded by dense woods that enveloped Blake’s family’s sizable fifth-wheel camper and two large tents. Blake, a towering figure with shaggy, sandy blonde hair and a physique honed by years of hard labor, exuded an air of confident masculinity. His well-worn cowboy boots, a testament to his country roots, seemed to anchor him in the wild expanse.

Sam, his younger, more slender cousin, and Jacob, Sam’s athletic, city-bred friend, were clearly out of their element, yet they did their best to keep pace with Blake’s outdoorsman persona. Neither of the boys had ever camped in the woods before, so they had no choice but to follow Blake’s lead for the week. As they set up camp, Blake frequently flexed his muscles and offered commentary, instructing them on the proper ways to enjoy the outdoors.

While Blake was gathering wood, his Wranglers hugged his form perfectly, accentuating his physique. Sam and Jacob couldn’t help but stare as the denim clung to each muscular ass cheek and showcased the thick seam of his crotch bulge, which struggled to contain his impressive package. Sam had always been fascinated by his cousin, despite finding him a bit over the top and occasionally annoying.

Sam and Jacob both exhibited bisexual tendencies, but their bond was more brotherly than sexual, which prevented them from ever experimenting with each other. Over the course of their friendship, they had confided in each other about their secret fetishes, learning to respect each other's quirks and find common ground. Through this mutual understanding and acceptance, they had formed a deeper connection over time.

Sam whispered to Jacob, "Damn! Look at the size of his bulge, I bet he has some huge nuts packed in there." Jacob just shook his head, agreeing, as he thought about how the shape of his crotch was so pronounced that you could make out the outline of his large balls protruding on either side of his zipper. His thick dick print snaked along the side of the lumps in his pants.

Blake, with a swagger that hinted at both pride and a touch of arrogance, regaled the two younger boys with endless tales of camping, survival, and his superior knowledge of the wilderness. Sam and Jacob, despite their initial reservations about Blake’s constant instruction and slightly overwhelming personality, found themselves secretly admiring his physique. There was an undeniable magnetism to Blake’s muscular build, his broad shoulders, and the way his jeans accentuated his impressive, well-endowed backside. They couldn’t help but steal glances at the way his denim strained across his powerful thighs and the distinct outline of his 'man-bulge' that seemed to constantly shift with his movements as he rambled.

The rustic camping trip took an unexpected turn when Blake's father accidentally cut his hand deeply while preparing dinner. The need for stitches forced Blake's parents to head back into town. Mrs. Sterling began unpacking the remnants of the boys' belongings from her Yukon while speaking with Blake. Sam and Jacob could hear the gorgeous blonde bombshell admonishing her son.

"Blake, I swear to God if you make me regret leaving you alone with your cousin and his friend."

Blake, growing defensive, tried to reassure his mother. "Mom, I am a grown man, and I promise you, your camper and Dad's truck will be fine, and we won't leave or get each other killed!" 

Jacob, observing the family, was fascinated by how beautiful Blake and his parents were. The three of them looked like they should all be models. Blake's parents loaded up into the dark Yukon. Mrs. Sterling waved as the SUV disappeared down the trail in a cloud of dust, leaving the three young men alone for the night.

Blake, feeling the weight of responsibility and a sudden surge of freedom, decided to celebrate with a drink. His parents were gone, granting him the opportunity to live a little and make the most of the situation. Anticipating some fun, Blake had secretly stowed away bottles of liquor in his bag. Given his parents' disapproval of his drinking, he had been unsure of how he would enjoy the booze during this trip.

After taking a few shots of whiskey, Blake offered some to the boys. Neither Sam nor Jacob had ever tasted alcohol before. Both were hesitant and nervous about the idea of their first drinking experience taking place outside their comfort zone in a remote, heavily wooded area. However, Blake's persistent peer pressure eventually won them over, and he managed to convince them to mix the liquor with soda.

Fueled by the afternoon sun and the booze, Blake's already boisterous personality became even more exuberant. He raised his voice, attempting to impress the younger boys with tales of his masculine accomplishments.

Sam and Jacob were growing weary of Blake's incessant boasting. Both boys, easily feeling the effects of alcohol due to their low tolerance, were becoming buzzed.

"Come on, let's wrestle!" Blake abruptly announced, eager to see what the "city slickers" were made of.

Feeling adventurous and drunk, Sam confidently stood up to face his hulking cousin. His eyes were momentarily distracted by the impressive bulge in Blake's denim-clad crotch. Before Sam could react, Blake aggressively lunged, tackling him to the ground.

The wind knocked out of him, Sam couldn't help but feel annoyed. He knew his cousin was aware of his inexperience in fighting. As Blake attempted to put him in a chokehold, Sam forcefully threw his head back, hitting Blake's nose with the back of his head.

Dazed, Blake fell onto his back, holding his nose and trying to regain his senses. Seeing his opportunity, Sam leapt onto Blake, aiming his knee in between the country boy's thick thighs towards the huge bulge that the boys had been gawking at all day. The impact was immediate and intense, as Sam's knee dug deep into Blake's meaty crotch, smashing it into his pelvic bone.

Blake screeched in pain, curling up into a fetal position and clutching his injured balls. Sam, feeling remorseful, rushed over to apologize, his eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.

Blake spent several minutes rolling around, rubbing his large balls through his tight jeans. Sam and Jacob exchanged whispers, finding the irony of the self-proclaimed 'macho' man clutching his fragile and vulnerable jewels incredibly amusing.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Blake's drinking had grown heavier. His large consumption of alcohol was an attempt to aid in his recovery from the earlier knee to the crotch. He slumped into a camping chair, legs splayed wide, his crotch inadvertently on full display. Sam and Jacob, being drunk for the first time, were not as conservative as normal.

Jacob, who had always been intrigued by cowboy boots, saw his chance. He had been impressed by Blake's tough guy image, which the boots seemed to represent - an idealized manhood that he secretly longed for.

"I bet those boots are awesome to wear," Jacob muttered, nervously glancing at the slumbering Blake.

Sam, ever eager for mischief, urged him on. "Go on, try them on. He won’t even know."

Jacob studied the rugged, sweat-stained leather boots of the sexy blonde young man. Excitement and trepidation mingled within him as he reached for Blake's boot. Carefully, he tried to slip it off the unconscious boy's foot, but the leather was stiff and unyielding. Slipping on the uneven ground, he fell on his ass, his attempt thwarted.

Seating himself in front of Blake, he looked up at the obscene bulge displayed before his face. A wicked grin spread across his face as he thought, "I just need a little leverage." He placed his right foot against Blake's crotch, using it as a foothold to push off of the vulnerable groin while attempting to remove the boot. The large bulge between Blake's legs compressed under the weight of Jacob’s foot, and he could feel the soft, yet firmness of the man's fleshy and plump testicles.

Jacob removed the boot, taking in the warm, musty scent of Blake's foot sweat and the hint of leather. Sam, watching with a huge grin, burst out laughing. "You should just suck on his toes while you're at it!" Red-faced, Jacob snapped back, "Ha! I'm not the one who's been fantasizing about hurting my own cousin's huge nuts all day!" They both couldn't help but keep staring at the impressive bulge in Blake's jeans. "Dude, you were crushing his junk with your foot, and he's still asleep!"

Jacob, strangely exhilarated, admitted, "It felt…squishy. Like I could sink my whole foot in."

As Jacob tried on the boot, he felt a thrill, a strange sense of empowerment, like he was adopting a part of Blake’s identity. Jacob asked sam if he wanted a turn. Sam, unable to resist, also slipped on the warm boot and admired the way it felt, However, it was hard to focus on the feeling of the boot with Blake's massive manhood right in front of them. Sam took the warm boot off and handed it back to Jacob.

The conversation shifted towards Blake’s anatomy, fuelled by curiosity and a hint of mockery. Were the impressive proportions real, or was he enhancing things?

They started discussing whether Blake's huge package was real or if he stuffed his pants with something. Curiosity got the better of them, so they knelt down and started fondling and massaging Blake's warm bulge. They couldn't believe how huge and heavy his egg shaped balls felt through the tightly stuffed denim. They were amazed at how much Blake could pack in his jeans.

Soon, their teasing escalated from playful poking to a more aggressive form of manhandling. Jacob was still holding Blake's large right boot in his hand, occasionally taking a whiff of the older boy's lingering sweaty foot scent that clung to the inside of the old leather boot.

Jacob held the tip of the cowboy boot above Blake’s bulging mound and smacked down on the plump, denim covered, nuts with the worn out heel of his own boot. Both boys were fascinated as they watched the rugged heel sink into the squishy, bulging orbs as Jacob repeated hammered the boot down. Blake gurgled and groaned as his sore manhood continued to be assaulted.

Jacob, feeling more and more confident as things escalated, decided to get even more adventurous. Blake's jeans were roughly unzipped, revealing the monumental mass of his manhood.

Jacob could hardly believe his eyes as he took in the imposing size of Blake's endowment. He let out a gasp, involuntarily, as he tried to process the sheer magnitude of what he was seeing. The sight of it piqued the curiosity of the boys, and they approached it with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Their hands reached out to explore the long massive member, feeling its weight and girth. They roughly squeezed and stretched it, marveling at its resilience and power. At the same time, they turned their attention to the equally impressive set of balls, cupping them in their hands and feeling their heft.

Each touch, each squeeze, and each flick sent a ripple of discomfort through Blake's unconscious body. His muscles tensed involuntarily, and his breath hitched, but he remained oblivious to the sensation. The boys were too engrossed in their exploration to notice, their eyes wide with wonder and their hands trembling with excitement.

The scene was one of intense fascination, as the boys discovered the intricacies of Blake's anatomy. The sheer size of his endowment made it a subject of great curiosity, and they were eager to learn more about it. Each touch was an exploration of the unknown, and they were determined to uncover it’s full potential.

The boys were unaware that Blake was starting to stir, his body responding to the sensations in a way they had never intended. An erection swelled beneath their hands, becoming increasingly rigid and powerful. They were in awe, and the moment took a sharp turn toward the bizarre.

In a fit of adrenaline and morbid curiosity, they decided to take things even further. Jacob trapped Blake’s balls in the bottom of his scrotum and used the heel of Blake’s boot to hammer down on them, while Sam pumped Blake's thick long dick.

Blake slowly started to wake up from his uncomfortable slumber. Hardly able to open his eyes as he attempted to lift his head. He was more drunk than he’d ever been. Unfortunately, rendering him useless to protect his pride and joy as it was being assaulted.

Blake's moans of pain and discomfort were cut short by a sudden and violent squeeze of his swollen balls from Sam, who was determined to render his cousin unconscious again. The combined shock and pain made Blake fade back into darkness once more.

The boys were determined to make him climax, to witness the culmination of their mischievous game. Jacob, in a moment of reckless and lust filled desire, scooped one of Blake’s huge, sweaty balls into his mouth. The salty, masculine taste was strangely erotic. The sheer size of the huge orb in his mouth, a tangible symbol of Blake’s raw masculinity, almost pushing him over the edge of his comfort zone.

Sam's hand moved firmly up and down Blake's swollen shaft with a rough intensity, causing pre-cum to bead at the tip. Meanwhile, Jacob eagerly serviced each of the hunks bulging balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time (he couldn’t fit both at the same time) and lavishing them with attention. He alternated between sucking and chomping down on the huge meatballs. Jacob could feel Blake’s huge balls start to churn and retract closer to Blake’s body in their sac. Jacob sputtered “He’s about to cum!” Sam moved his face out of the way but continued to pump even faster, aiming Blake’s loaded weapon towards the convulsing hunks chest. Jacob quickly grabbed ahold of a huge, cum filled, gonad in each hand and yanked while squeezing as hard as he could.

With a primal cry, Blake reached his breaking point, his hips bucking wildly as he erupted in a powerful orgasm. A torrent of semen spilled forth, splattering Blake's chest and covering Sam's hand in sticky evidence of his release. The young muscle bound man was left gasping for air, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to catch his breath.

The experience was a jarring mix of pain, pleasure, and utter absurdity. Blake's body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax, a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief etched on his barely awake pain stricken face. The forest echoed with the sounds of his release and his ragged breaths, a testament to the intensity of Sam and Jacob’s actions. Blake weakly fell back into his comatose state. 

As they came down from their high, Sam and Jacob exchanged a glance, a mix of emotions passing between them. There was a sense of connection, a bond forged through their shared experience. They would never forget this moment. The boys took a moment to fully absorb the events that taken place that night. The boys knew they had crossed a line with their rough treatment of Sam’s musclebound cousin. But damn, it had been hot taking down the cocky stud a peg.

They spent the rest of their night covering up the evidence of their fetishes. Stuffing Blake’s poor, abused, swollen manhood back into his briefs and zipping up his strained jeans. There was no use trying to put Blakes boot back on, considering how hard it was to get off. They laid it near his chair and covered Blake’s unconscious body with a blanket from his tent. The boys went to their own tent to reflect on the night. They collapsed onto their sleeping bags, exhausted but exhilarated. They knew they would never look at Blake the same way again after experiencing his body in such an intimate way. The stud may have acted like he was superior, but he was clearly inferior when it came to bearing pain in his manhood. They giggled to themselves, plotting how to take advantage of Blake's macho weakness again sometime soon. Both boys jacking themselves off, reflecting on their unbelievable night.

The next morning, as the sun rose above the trees and the birds tweeted their morning melody above the campsite, all three boys slowly awoke. Blake was hit with the pain of a major hangover and a dull ache deep in his crotch.

"W-what the hell happened last night? Why do my dick and balls feel like they're on fire?" Blake moaned.

Jacob was the first to stumble out of the tent. He stretched and tried his best to act nonchalant. "Dude, you accidentally took a brutal knee to the nuts while wrestling Sam, don't you remember? Then you drank a full fifth of whiskey."

Sam called out from inside the tent, "We tried to wake you up and help you to your tent, but you were pretty out of it and you’re heavy as fuck"

Blake struggled to move as he got out of his chair, finding his boot on the ground. He winced as he put the boot back on his foot. He hobbled over and fetched a bottle of water.

"Thank you boys for the blanket, I was supposed to be the one looking out for ya'll!" He chuckled.

"Remember, my parents can't know about last night. They'd never leave me alone in the woods with you two again." Blake said before he started chugging the water.

Sam and Jacob glanced at each other with devilish grins. Sam quickly reassured Blake: "Nothing happened, but roasting some s'mores and hanging out around the campfire, as far as I'm concerned."

The boys enjoyed their morning with Blake, watching him attempt to recover from the unknown ballbusting he received at the hands of the two unsuspected teens.

The End