He Wakes Up Alone

Sam woke up and found himself in a bed in what looked to be high-end dormitory. There were two rows of bed lining the walls, which at least looked like they were made from giant logs. Above each bed hung a large television meant for the person directly across from them. On either side of each bed was a chest of drawers and a night stand.

As he came to, the situation came back to him. He had fulfilled the requirements necessary to get out of that cell by fucking his "counselors," but he didn't remember how he arrived in this bed, or even leaving the cell. He assumed someone had brought him into the camp, which, surprisingly, actually looked like it was at least inspired by a real sleepaway camp.

Even after all that fucking, he was hard again, of course. It was showing too. His dick made a noticeable tent directly in front of him. It didn't help that the bunk reeked of sex. Clearly people had been fucking in here very recently. (Could they have been in fucking in here while he was asleep, he thought?) Regardless, he did not see himself getting "cured" of needing release any time soon...

He seemed to be alone, so he considered squeezing out one last cum before his treatment commenced. Then again, he wondered if either of his counselors were around... Maybe they would be willing to help out again?