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At the KOA campground entrance Joe ordered Jason to strip naked and to leave his clothes in the cab of his truck. Once inside the camper Jason realized that this was not just a chance meeting, but that Joe had made plans for this evening for a long time. Now Jason was naked and no clothes available, his car was over 10 miles away and he was at the mercy of an old friend with a grudge.

Naked and stranded in the campground, Jason had no option but to do as Joe ordered. “Get out and follow me inside to pay up what you owe me, or run for you worthless life, you scum fucker.” Joe instructed.

Jason had a fully erect cock and Joe had noticed. Inside the camper, Joe fixed a drink and did not offer one to Jason. Jason was told to stand and not talk. The camper was not your standard run of the mill, off the assembly line RV. This one was fully customized, with a Harley Davidson décor. There was black leather covering everything. Chains were hanging from the ceiling and eye-hooks were all around the walls at various levels. In shout, this was a dungeon on wheels.

Jason had questions, but Joe was not answering them. “How do I get myself into these situations?” Jason thought…then he recalled the events of that fateful evening. . .

The dreaded class reunion had arrived. Where did the thirty years go? How did the years pass so quickly? Time does have a way of ticking, ticking, ticking away no matter what we do. The Purvis High School class of ‘76 was about to gather for their third time in thirty years. The class was small, only 92 members, not many were expected to attend this year. Twenty-seven had returned their RSVP eight of those were bringing a spouse, making a total of thirty-five.

Due to working out of the country, Jason had not returned for the 10th or the 20th, but was ready for this one. Jason was a single, handsome and tan man at 47. Luck was on his side with his full head of hair, which he had neatly groomed and allowed just a touch of gray to show. At 5’10” and 185 pounds he was only 30 pounds over his senior weight. He had taken good care of himself, going to the gym on a regular basis, playing golf weekly, watching what he ate and he believed in only the best clothes. In the years since he had graduated, he had limited contact with any of the other class members. Would they be in as good of shape? The anxiety was building for Jason as the time of the initial reunion was fast approaching.

The official reunion was to kick-off at the homecoming football game on Friday night at the school. The class would be recognized and have a chance to visit with friend from other classes at the game. Saturday would be the golf tournament and a cookout would follow at Pine Creek Country Club. Jason was surprised to see the local bar was still open and looked very much like it did back in the 70’s. He decided to stop in for a quick beer and a boost of courage before the game. Jason was not out in high school, he would tell you now that he always knew he was gay, but was confused by his environment. He also knew that there was a good chance that none of the class of ’76 would ever have a clue as to his sexuality this weekend, because Jason was a masculine man. Oh what he wouldn’t do for a nice big cock to suck right now.

Inside the bar, with a beer in his hand, Jason noticed a group of people at the far end of the room playing pool. They were loud and boisterous, laughing and having a great time together. Something about them drew Jason toward them. He tried not to stair, but they were so very entertaining to watch. Jason sat at the bar with his back to the pool table and in a mysterious fashion, watched them in the mirror behind the bar. There were three men and two women in the group. None of them seemed to be together, just friends. The thought crossed Jason’s mind that they were about his age and could they be part of his class. He studied their moves and tried to see their faces. Then he realized that two of the guys were Ronald and Steve. They always were best friends and you never saw one without the other. Times haven’t changed. The women were easy to ID once he heard their voices. Sarah and Joyce were former cheerleaders but time had not been kind to them, both looked to be about ten years older than they were. Who was the third man? He was a slick player, didn’t talk much and kept his black western hat low over his face. He was a huge man. Standing over 6’3” tall with a beautiful “V” shaped figure, it was obvious that this man worked out more than just 3 times a week. He was wearing tight black jeans with highly polished boots and a purple (school color) shirt. Jason was mesmerized by the looks of this “stranger”.

The tall stranger made his shot at the table and turned to walk up to the bar for a new beer. He was standing so close to Jason that they bump arms.

“Excuse me, sir.” was the stranger’s casual apology.

To which Jason, because he deeply and truly enjoyed the touch, replied, “No problem, partner.”

Then their eyes made contact and the man let out a shout with his booming voice that could have been heard three miles away. “Jason Keith, I’ll be damn, that is you!”

“Joseph Rogers, I never would have recognized you. How the Hell are you?” asked Jason.

The other four joined the celebration and reunion of past friendships around another round of drinks. They visited until time for the game and all went together to the school for the formal “welcome back class of ‘76” recognition. During the game Jason and Joe, among others, caught up on a long list of old times and well as the missing thirty years.

Joe had gone to Jr. College for two years, joined the Marines, got married, had three kids, finished college, and landed a job as a State Trooper in Tennessee. His wife died of cancer about 15 years ago. His kids were either married or off at college now. He was one very attractive man. Everyone was Joe’s friend back in high school. Tonight he seemed to remember the all and call them by name; an amazing person that just has a powerful attraction to all those around him. Jason had memory about a fishing trip that he and Joe had taken only a few months after graduation. Then he asked Joe if he had remembered the trip.

Joe slowly turned and looked Jason eye to eye and said, “I most definitely do remember that night, you, me and Ted. That night made a deep impression and a permeate mark on my life. How could I forget it?”

Nothing more was said about the fishing trip during the game; after the game was over and most everyone was going to their parent’s houses for the night. A chorus of “see you tomorrow” and “glad you came” were exchanged before departing. Jason and Joe’s parents no longer lived in the town. Jason asked Joe about his lodging plans for the night. Joe flashed his famous “I have an idea” smile and told Jason that he had brought his fifth-wheel camper and set it up at the KOA about ten miles away. “There is room for two, if you don’t have any plans, join me.” Joe offered.

With hesitation, Jason said, “No thank you, I don’t want to cramp your style. I will just go into town and get a motel.”

“The HELL you will! First, Sarah said that there are not any rooms available. Second, I have something that I want to show you. Third, and best reason of all, remember, you owe me a fuck. Now leave your car here and get your ass in my truck. We are going to have a fun night.” Joe demanded.

The offer from Joe really sounded great to Jason, but what was going to happen when the two of them got back to the camper. Jason got into the oversized Dodge truck and buckled up. His State Trooper friend had plans for the evening and Jason’s Dick was already getting hard just thinking about want was to come. The ten-mile drive was quick and conversation totally on the fishing trip with Ted in the fall of 1976, as Joe remembered it. Ted and Jason got him drunk and then striped naked and finally the two of them raped his virgin ass. Joe remembered Jason saying that one day, he would make it up to Joe. “Guess what, you Son of a Bitch, tonight is pay back.” Joe growled.

“Joe, I did not know that you were gay.” Jason stated.

“I’m not, but tonight after 30 years, I am willing to fuck your ass and get some joy out of it.” Joe barked.

After a drink or two, Joe lit a few candles giving an dark and spooky mood to the setting. Then he gave Jason a leather body harness to put on. The harness had a black jock strap attached at the bottom and a spiked collar at the top. Jason also had spiked wrist and ankle bands that were strapped on. A leather hood was the final element of the outfit for Jason. Joe took pride in placing the mouthpiece in place, which prevented Jason from making much of a noise. Then he was sure that the nose hole was properly in place for the safety of Jason’s breathing. The hood covered Jason’s eyes so that now, he is in total darkness and fully exposed. Joe snapped a chain into the right wrist band and one on the left wrist. In less time that it takes to unzip your pants, Jason was dangling from the ceiling. His feet were also attached to the floor and Joe was admiring his catch when there was a knock at the door. Joe allowed the visitors (Ronald and Steve) to enter. All was set for a night of torture and fun.

Joe reached into a drawer and removed a leather strap and walked to the backside of Jason where he began to play with the beautiful butt of his debtor. One whack on the ass to start things off caught Jason off guard. The three men were talking about the game and people that had seen, like Jason was not there. Joe handed the strap over to Ronald and went to change clothes. Ronald took charge and gave Jason 10 quick licks with the strap. Jason is wondering why Ronald and Steve were invited to this “party.” Ronald, talking to Steve about Jason and the time that Jason was elected class president over Ronald. Then another 5 licks hit Jason’s ass. Steve added that he remembered the time when the teachers for a special recognition selected Jason and both of them were over looked. Ronald agreed and that called for another 5 smacks with the strap.

Joe returned with his State Trooper uniform on. Steve gasps at the sight of such an intimidating officer. Without saying a word, the two of them backed off and allowed the master to work. Master Joe worked the front of Jason with alligator clamps with a 1 pound weight on each tit. Ronald was the photographer for the night, and there would be pictures. Many of these would end up on Trooper Joe’s dungeon and spanking web page.

Jason had been in this position for about an hour when the men decided that he needed a change. They unclasped his feet first and then his hands and reattached them over a two-foot high padded rail. In this position, Jason’s ass was in the air and his hands and feet were clamped to each other. Joe took a vibrator and KY lube and inserted it into the vacant hole. Jason began to squirm and attempt to make noise, but no mercy was given. The camera continued to snap pictures.

Joe allowed the vibrator to work while he took his pants off, exposing for the first time, his eight-inch rock hard monster of a cock. Ronald expressed his concern about Jason being able to handle that. Joe said, “he didn’t care how big his was when he fucked me, I don’t give a fuck if he can take it or not. He is going to get my Dick up his ass tonight.”

The vibrator came out and Jason could breath again, but not for long. Joe was ready and did not waist time to get busy with the ass fucking that was due him. He was humping Jason’s ass with a vengeance. The minutes passed and Jason was just hanging in there. Joe began to enjoy the pleasure of a tight ass and the anger turned to passion. Steve noticed the difference as Joe closed his eyes and ejaculated his pent up load into the anus of Jason. The thrust got longer and slower and deeper. It was over. The pay back was worth the wait.

There was sweat all over the four of the men. They unchained Jason and took his hood off to see his lover/attacker for the first time in his glory. Joe told Steven and Ronald, who were naked by this time as well, that they could continue to play with the toy as long as they wanted, but he was satisfied. Ronald and Steve handcuffed Jason’s hands behind his back and put him on his knees in front of their hard uncut dicks. Jason begged for something to drink.

“Drink this you bitch whore.” Steve said and started to piss on his face.

Jason turned his head and closed his mouth when Ronald grabbed hold of his balls and whispered in his ear “open your fucking mouth and drink my friend’s piss.”

Jason was treated to another two hours of this treatment with both men shooting their cum in his mouth and down his chest. They took Jason into the bedroom where Joe was and told him that he could sleep on the floor for the night.

In the morning, Joe was awake and watching Jason sleep on the floor when Jason woke up and looked at his friend. Joe was nude and had several tattoos on his body that could not be seen when he was in uniform. One of the tattoos was a bear claw with the date October 24, 1976. Joe told Jason that this tattoo was what he wanted to show him. “All of the tattoos are significant of special events in my life; wedding date in the double wedding rings, birth dates of my children down my right side, the first time I was fucked by a bear on my ass.” Joe explained.

Jason rose from the floor with Joe’s help and they embraced in a hot passionate kiss. There was a spark of love in the air. Jason stated, “I didn’t think that you were gay.”

“Only a few people know that I am, but after I was fucked by you 30 years ago, I could never have been anything other than gay, and ultimately YOURS.”

The two ended up in New Orleans that evening and got matching tattoos to commemorate the payoff and their bonding experience. To this day, they are still together as a happy couple in Tennessee.