The Float Boat Pt. 01

The first in several parts. Constructive feedback is very welcome!

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James was relatively new to the lake. He hadn't bought a boat yet, satisfied with the nice kayak that allowed him to get around the lake quickly, and get into some of the smaller little inlets that a pontoon boat wasn't going to fit into. He'd get up in the morning a little after sunrise, make a thermos of coffee and grab a protein bar or two and spin around the lake. If he were to go into every little inlet and canal it would take him close to two hours, so he usually skipped most of them, only taking an hour or so to paddle the two miles around the edge. Some evenings he would repeat, going around the opposite direction. On weekends he might sleep in and make the circle late morning or early afternoon.

So it was a late Saturday morning that James was spinning around the edge of the lake and popped into one of the small inlets. There was a small stream that entered the lake here and the land around it was pretty marshy. Some large trees made it difficult to slide up about 20 yards or so to a place where there was a large pool of cool water, perfect for a nice swim. The water moved just fast enough to prevent any of the lake weeds growing on the bottom. He was a bit surprised to discover a pontoon boat tied to the edge of the pool. It would have taken some careful steering to get in through the trees and the overhanging branches must have scraped the top of the railings. No way it could have gotten in with the bimini up.

There were two women on the boat, both of them were in bikinis and built pretty well. They stopped and turned to look at him, his stealthy approach catching them a bit off guard.

The brunette had an inch or two on the blonde, but there was no doubt they were both very attractive. The front half of the pontoon still had the cover snapped into place, they had only unfastened the back half. As there were only two of them, and the covers were a real pain to put on, it wasn't that unusual to leave it on.

"Well, hello sailor! Looking for some fun?" The brunette said it with a bit of a mocking tone to her voice, but James figured he could play along.

"Always on the lookout for some bathing beauties! You seem to fit the bill nicely!"

"Oh I like compliments, don't you, Miranda?"

"Any way I can get them! Why don't you join us?"

It was Saturday, he had no plans, so why not? He might get lucky and it was certainly a better view than he could expect around his place. The closer neighbors were nice and friendly, but most were twice his age and he had already become the 'muscle' for the older generation.

"Sure, let me tie up." He slid the kayak alongside the pontoon and tied it off. He easily lifted himself out of the small boat and onto the deck of their boat, bringing the coffee and protein bar with him. "I don't have a lot of coffee, but I'm willing to share."

Miranda giggled and picked up her wine glass. "I think it's too late in the day for coffee."

"I'm just getting started."

The brunette introduced herself as Camilla, "And you already know Miranda's name. So, who are you and what do you do?"

"Hello, Camilla, my name is James. I do consulting."

"Consulting is pretty vague. Do you travel much?"

"Not a lot, but some, a few days every couple of months, usually Nashville or LA, but mostly I work remotely. And we're close enough to the city that a few people will visit me when they are in town for other things."

"Nice. So, Miranda, should we embark on the adventure we were considering? Seems like a golden opportunity." Receiving a rather eager nod to the affirmative along with a big smile from Miranda, she continued, "James, do you like to play games?"

"Games? Depends on what type, not big on most games of chance, but find puzzles interesting."

"I think you'll like this game. How would you like to fuck me?"

I choked on my coffee. I'm all for sexual freedom, but this caught me off guard. After getting my coughing under control, "So what's the game?"

"You haven't answered my question!" There was a note of demand in the voice at this point.

"I think any man that would say no to either of you is extremely faithful to their significant other, or crazy. I don't have a significant other and I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested. So the answer is, of course."

"See Miranda, he is a gentleman, making sure to keep both of us in play without being insensitive, much better than some other so-called men we know. Okay, here's the deal. We'll tie you to the captain's chair here, nothing tight, nothing dangerous. The only thing you will experience is pleasure, but it will be on our terms and on our timeline. And there will be surprises!"

James wasn't sure about getting tied up, not sure how he would react to giving up control. Might be an experience he would like. He figured it was worth the risk, even if they weren't being truthful about things, it would be one hell of a story to tell in the future.

"Okay, I'm willing to try it out!"

"Sit!"

He quickly sat in the chair behind the console. It had a nice swivel base to it and his feet were quickly fastened to the base using a velcro cuff on each leg. It was obvious that this wasn't their first time as they had the straps ready to go. His arms were bound to the chair arms with more velcro straps. Then they wrapped a stretchy fabric around his stomach, stretching it into place. It was snug, but they made sure he could breath okay before stepping back.

"So Camilla, should we gag him too?"

"Probably a good idea for this first session, we don't want anyone coming to investigate any screaming, even if they are screams of pleasure." A ball gag was pressed into his mouth and secured behind his head. Then the two of them proceed to depants the helpless man. There was enough flexibility in his movement that they were able to work them off over his waist and butt, leaving them wrapped around the ankles.

Needless to say, James was at full attention by this point. He didn't consider himself huge, but he had been told by a few lovers that he was above average in length and some measurements had him at almost eight full inches base to tip.

"Wow, I think we picked a good one, Miranda! Certainly bigger than the ones we're attached to."

This statement was a bit confusing to him. He was pretty certain that those bikini bottoms were not hiding anything, the way they fit, there wasn't even room for much in the way of pubic hair.

"Okay, Mr. James, here's what's going to happen. You are going to get a blow job. Now that sounds nice, doesn't it?" Camilla was looking down at him and straight into his eyes from a standing position. He could only nod his head, but, hey, a blowjob was nothing to sneeze at.

"So should I get the Worm or the Weasel?" Miranda asked.

Camilla thought for a moment and a grin broke across her face, she really was beautiful, especially when she smiled. "Why not both? No use keeping anything hidden, and I'm sure they could both use some fresh air."

He heard some thuds and grunts from the front of the boat. It was only a minute or so before two figures came around the console, crawling on hands and knees. Two bodies, their heads were enclosed in hoods, their noses and mouths free, but their eyes and ears were covered. Their hands were fastened together, close enough to use them as they crawled. The binding on their lower legs forced them to make tiny steps with their knees. Miranda used a riding crop and directed them to sit up on their knees. The cock cages in their crotch make their gender apparent. He looked up and saw that each of the ladies wore a necklace with a small key on it.

There wasn't a single hair to be seen anywhere on the men's bodies, at least the areas that were visible. One had a bit of a dad bod, but certainly not obese, the other was closer to James in build, toned and some good muscle showing, not to the point of having a six pack, but a pretty flat stomach.

"They can't hear much of anything, and they can't see anything at all. But we've got them pretty well trained. This one is Worm and he's my husband. Weasel is Miranda's boyfriend. They have submitted to this of their own free will, they were given choices and this is where their decisions have put them."

"Now, here's the rest of the program. They are going to give you a blow job. They have to perform until you reach orgasm. If you are homophobic, this might take a very long time. Once you have achieved orgasm, we will untie you and send you on your way. If you wish to return, we'll give you the time and day that we will be back here and you can join us. You will be tied to the chair again and Worm or Weasel will give you a blow job. If you can last 15 minutes without ejaculation, you will get to fuck their respective partner. Whether you last 15 minutes or not, you can come back another time and try again, as often as we allow you to. Do you understand the program?"

James nodded his head to signal he understood. He was pretty sure they had done this before. It was obvious that the first session was to get him over any homophobic vibes he had and push him to accept the pleasure of the blow job, regardless of the source. Making it more difficult for him to last the fifteen minutes it would take to get his reward of burying his shaft into one of the women.

Miranda pushed the two restrained men into position until the shaft in their faces made it obvious what they were supposed to do. And it was something that they had done before. But when the two men realized that the other one was beside them and there was a third party involved, there was a hesitation. The riding crop dropped on their bare buttocks several times before they went to work.

"See, James, we usually just have the two of them to try the challenge with. If they aren't successful in avoiding their blow job orgasm, we can actually be left high and dry, without a partner for several weeks. But I think we can train you to be able to hold off nicely and provide us with a more consistent source of pleasure."

The attention to his cock and balls was certainly having its effects. He found himself trying to thrust, but the waistband prevented him from getting any movement. There seemed to be a bit of battle going on, but his view was obstructed by the two heads. Finally one of them seemed to have won, and swallowed his entire shaft. Or at least as far as he could, there was still an inch or two to go and he pulled off, gagging from the invasion of his throat. When he pulled off, the other went in, and had the same results. For a few minutes, this continued, while the attempt at deep throat was certainly nice, the gagging as a result was having a negative effect on him.

Then the two women got into the game, or at least decided to show up. They stripped off their swimsuits and stood in front of him. He feasted on their bodies with his eyes. Miranda was an inch or two shorter, but their tits seemed to be at the same level. Both were clean shaven with just a small patch above their mons. The dark black above Camilla's crotch contrasted sharply with the pale white of her tan lines. Miranda's was so pale the hair almost disappeared in the white skin. He groaned at the sight of their beautiful torsos glistening in the sunlight filtering through the trees. The thing that took him over the edge was when they leaned into each other and kissed, their hands floating over each other's bodies, caressing a breast, or stroking a hip. His body shuddered as it released his built up passion, the fact that the tongues and mouths below were male forgotten in the excitement. But that, of course, was the whole purpose of this situation.

After Worm and Weasel spent several minutes cleaning him up with their tongues, they were directed back to their spots under the tarp. Camilla removed the gag from his mouth and held up his coffee to allow him a gulp of the now tepid liquid. "I told you that you would have fun. I was right, wasn't I?"

"You were correct in all points. Not what I was expecting, but still a pretty good time."

"Good! So, before I untie you, do you wish to come back and try to get to one of us?"

There was no hesitation, "You better believe it!"

"I'm glad! We had talked about doing this, and when you showed up, it was just too perfect an opportunity to miss. Now, it is a three day weekend and we will be back here on Monday. Will you?" She was pulling on a swim coverup, without her suit, the thin material not blocking much in the way of his view, but from a distance would be pretty opaque.

"Yes, I will! Same time?" She had started pulling off his restraints and he checked his fitness tracker. Still morning, not quite noon yet.

"Miranda, what do you think about ten on Monday?"

"Sounds right! Thank you, James!"

"Thanks? I don't feel like there is anything to thank me for! I thank you two lovely ladies! And I guess Worm and Weasel get some of the credit so thanks for sharing them."

"Still being diplomatic! Thank you for appreciating our looks enough to want to come back. And you have certainly created a major disturbance to W&W's status quo. They never expected to have another male in the mix. Maybe they think there is another female as well. That will be another surprise for them!"

He had no last names to go by, but he did have the make and model of their boat and the color scheme. James spent some time that afternoon working in the yard and keeping my eyes out to where the cove was. If they went east he wouldn't see the boat, but if they headed west, he would easily see them. The public launch was off to the west, so if they didn't own property or rent a slip from someone, they would have to go that way to remove their float boat.

James never spotted them heading west, so that meant the boat must either not have moved, or they had dock space somewhere on the east end of the lake.

Sunday morning he made his normal round of the lake, keeping his eyes out for their pontoon. There were a couple of possibilities, but with some being on hoists, most of them covered, he wasn't able to definitively locate it though. The rest of the day seemed to drag out, waiting for Monday to get there. Even a second trip around on Sunday evening didn't reveal the party boat, and he went into the same little cove, just in case. He spent a bit of time noting the locations on the lake association's map of members, but the names didn't reveal anything. It was totally possible that the two women had given him pseudonyms.

He debated about masturbating, there were some pretty good images in his mind, but decided it was a two way sword. It should make it easier to last the 15 minutes without cumming, but might make it overly difficult to then provide a good ride for the woman he hoped would follow.

Monday was a cloudy day. The sun was trying to burn through the clouds, but wasn't being successful. It was definitely on the cool side, but he wasn't going to miss the opportunity for a good lay. He had a good breakfast, hoping to supply himself with a good energy base to work from. He also spent a bit more care than usual packing up the kayak, including a bottle of wine and a package of condoms in with the normal water and thermos. He figured a nice hostess gift was definitely protocol. With mixed feelings about the coming blow job, but definitely aroused, James headed out on his round pretty much as usual.

He hadn't seen the floatboat going into the cove at any point. While the lake followed the standard counter clockwise traffic pattern, people could easily cut off corners or cut straight across the lake rather than making the full circle. He made his circle in reverse, there wasn't much traffic on the lake at this time of the morning, a few people fishing as their boats drifted in the center of the lake.

He did spot a couple of empty slips, and one of the hoists was empty, it was one of the locations he had noted as a possibility. He'd be able to check out a bit more when he got back to the house. James tried to be casual about his paddle, stopped and checked out a place that was under construction, watched a swan bully a few geese and chasing them away before pulling into the little cove and working his way through the narrow places. He could see where a larger vessel of some type had worked its way through, but couldn't tell how fresh it was.

He rounded the corner and there was the pontoon. He had to give credit to the helmsman for being able to navigate this narrow passage. It was a bit deeper than most would have expected, but a tight fit for anything too wide. The women were relaxing on deck, they were wearing yoga pants and blouses today, fitting for the lack of sun. The outfits did nothing to hide their charms and he was really liking the way the fabric hugged their asses. And the way their faces lit up when he slid into the cove indicated that they were definitely glad to see him. Which was a pretty nice feeling for him, his arrival had a sense of being wanted, something he wasn't used to.

He tied himself up to the pontoon and handed up the bag. He wasn't even on deck when Camilla squealed. "Oh, mega points, James! You have just increased your standing by a long shot!" He looked over and expected her to be holding the bottle of wine, but it was the strip of condoms shining dully in the overcast skies that she was waving in the air.

"A very thoughtful and responsible thing to bring with you! It also indicates some positive thinking on your part, believing you will need them! Bravo on both counts! However, both of us are using birth control. I can also vouch that we are both disease free and monogamous at least among the four of us. You would be the first person outside the current crew on this boat and one other involved with us in over a year. And we've all been checked for health issues. How about you?"

"I have been in a bit of a dry spell, about five months since I had a partner, and I have had a full physical since then. Still happy to use those if you wish."

The answer seemed to satisfy them. He looked around. The boat was pretty much the same as it was two days ago, but the cover on the front was peeled back a few more feet and he could see a couple pairs of bound legs. And there was a large tube on the back deck, the kind normally used to pull a few people behind the boat around the lake.

"Okay, our condom discussion seems to segue into an area we were going to bring up. We were discussing some things with Worm and Weasel. Yes, we do talk with them about what is going on. They were more than a bit surprised by your presence the other day, but also intrigued. They were a bit concerned with your size, being several inches longer than they are. Mostly a deep throat concern, but also what it might do to us if you should be successful in meeting the challenge."

It should go without saying that this talk was having the desired effect on him, his cock was tenting out the front of his swimsuit.

"So it was an interesting conversation when we realized there was a double concern going on. One was they wouldn't be able to satisfy you as they aren't able to deep throat you. Which means you will have almost no barrier to getting to us. The second was that your size might be painful for us to adapt to after dealing with their small tools for so long. So we've been rethinking our plan."

"Um, okay, so what are you thinking?" James was afraid that he might find himself out of the mix. While he was pretty sure his size wouldn't pose any sort of risk for the women, after all, things stretch pretty naturally. But would the other aspects rule him out of the mix?

"Don't look so concerned! We are going to make this a win-win for everyone! The first thing we realized is that regardless of your success or failure in a challenge, Worm or Weasel were going to be swallowing a load of your cum. Either you would be feeding it directly to them, or they were going to be cleaning it out of our pussy. And given how much they love eating our pussies, they might very well do their best not to get you off during the challenge portion."