The Float Boat – Part 1

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 de-pants 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.