(Before I begin with the first chapter, I'd like to point out that this is my HEADCANON/AU/CHARACTERS. This is non-canonical and there might be themes that I otherwise do not support in real life such as possible: rape, pedophilia, abuse, etc. If you are sensitive to or wish not to read these and more items I do not condone in real life, please refrain from reading this story. If you do read it and dislike it, please do not comment lies that I support this in real life. All others please enjoy and I'd be happy to hear your feedback)
"Max, hnnn...th-this is, illegal…" the redhead softly pleaded to the caramel skinned boy that had tied him to his bed in the counselor's cabin and was currently sucking him off. "P-please, sto-aaah-p…" the young camper glanced up, pulling back from his task to look David in the eyes. "I thought you wanted this, camp man?" he inquired, "I've seen the way you look at me, heard you in your cabin late at night getting off to a fucking kid…" he licked at the appendage in his small hand, "A child, David, someone who normally wouldn't know about this shit. So don't fucking high road me with this 'it's illegal' crap."
The counselor yielded, Max was right, all of it was true. Watching as Max exited the lake in only trunks, the cool water dripping down his perfectly caramel colored skin and framing his little body in moisture. Seeing how he seemed to have fun despite all his failed attempts to escape the camp, even the boy's disappointed pout was enough to stir those emotions that were the worst he knew existed. And the nights… oh god, he knew how wrong it was, but he couldn't help but release that pent up sexual tension built up during the day. And the fact Max heard him during that time… gosh, he wanted to die.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" David shot up in bed immediately, panting heavily and caught his breath. "J...just another dream… good." David took a moment to process as he gathered himself, "Wait, not good! I dreamt of that AGAIN!" the redhead flopped back onto his bed and noted the morning wood he was sporting, knowing full well a cold shower wouldn't cut it and needing to rid himself of it before preparing for activities. The counselor bit his pillow, freed his throbbing cock and pumped it slowly.
Biting down harder, the man suppressed a moan of his favorite camper's name in the back of his throat and it came out as a muffled, needy whine. He picked up the pace as he felt himself getting closer to the brink of release, needing it to happen as soon as possible. He thought of anything and everything to get himself off: Max's cute little body tinted the perfect shade of caramel, his seafoam green eyes that bore into David's soul like a hot knife through butter, and every insult the boy ever used or possibly would in the future. "Shitstain" "Imbecile" "Happy freak" "Dipshit" "Pathetic" "Camp man" Max's voice chanted these words in his mind and soon, they turned to things he hoped the camper would say, "You're a sick fuck, David." "Pedophile" "Getting off to a naive kid? Twisted."
Within a few more moments, David came hard into his hand, hating himself even more like he usually did after this act. The redhead stood up, cleaned himself and the bed up and got ready for the day. He stepped out of his cabin to find mayhem- what else is new?- searched around for the cause of the problem and sighed when his eyes fell on Max tying Gwen and the Quartermaster to the flagpole. The counselor approached the camper and picked him up by the hood, "Max… what did I tell you about overthrowing the camp to try and get us fired?" he asked the now struggling boy who ceased his movements and huffed. Crossing his arms, Max looked down at the ground and said, "That it's not the proper way to communicate how I feel about camp?"
With a smile, David put Max down, "That's right, Max. Now untie Gwen and the Quartermaster and have everyone put the camp back the way it was" he said as Max grumbled. The boy whistled for Nurf who came up and used his knife to cut David's co counselor and the Quartermaster free, meanwhile the rest of the campers got to work fixing the camp. But when Max tried to go and help, David grabbed him by the hoodie once again and pulled the boy to his side, "Ah ah ah, not you. We need to talk" he said as he pulled the raven haired boy to the cabin he'd just left and closed the door, "Have a seat, Max." the camper seemed to have been a step ahead of his counselor and was already sitting on David's bed.
The redhead cleared his throat and sat down beside his favorite camper, "Now Max," he began, "I'm not too happy you pulled this stunt again… why can't you see that all this creativity you're wasting on escaping and overthrowing the camp could be put to better recreational use?" David looked to the boy who simply replied, "Suck a dick, David." driving the older man to sigh again. "That's is it Max," he was extremely annoyed at this point, "I have given you every opportunity to try and be a better person here at camp! But what do you do? You pull another stunt like this! Now I didn't want it to come to this," he picked up the landline in his cabin and Max's camp files, "but you've left me no choice. I'm calling your parents"
Max scoffed as David dialed a number, "Ha, good luck. Mom passed away three years ago and Dad's always busy with work. At best, my older brother will pick up the phone because my sister is always either on her cell or out with friends" however, the counselor wasn't paying attention while the phone rang and someone must've picked up because David spoke, "Hello, this is Counselor David from camp Campbell, to whom am I presently speaking? ...Hello Mr. Allen," Max tensed up as the conversation continued, "I'm afraid your son hasn't been all too good this summer here at camp and none of my methods o-" the dial tone sounded as Max had unplugged the phone from the wall, "Max! That was an important phone call!"
Max put the cord back in place and turned to David, "Okay David, you fucking win. Just do not call my dad again. He's a busy man who hates being interrupted by anything… especially if it's about his kids misbehaving." the boy seemed to be pleading slightly, "And please don't call my house phone either, because my siblings won't pick up anyway. And if Ronnie or Marilyn DO pick up, they're tough to talk to unless you're family. Just please, David, don't do that again…" David stared down at the camper who appeared to be holding back from crying. The redhead felt awful and put the phone back on the receiver, "... Okay Max," he said and knelt down, "but I don't want to see you going that far again, okay?" Max nodded, "Yeah David, I gotcha"
