Round 1- Day 1- Waking up on the camping grounds

Ryan woke up in a nice warm bed, spooned by someone else, morning wood behind his legs and his own struggling against a cage keeping it in place. Looking over his shoulder, he found Chris lying there. The memories of last night returned. The regret at being unable to deliver what he had promised neither the sex nor an orgasm for Chris hit him like a ton of bricks. The shame felt like none he had ever tasted. Not one of the things you had done in order to make progress, but one of failing to do what you set out to do. Chris’s morning wood was a chance at redemption. He decided to try again, focusing on his frenulum as he slid the cock in his throat but failing to keep it in. He knew he had never been skilled at it; yesterday had made him more self-aware, and he didn’t want to wake Chris up with the noise. Instead, Ryan wanted to wake him up with an orgasm, with pleasure. As a result, he tried riding his stiffy in the hope it would be more gratifying and quieter. This was a lot easier. The locked-up man felt better as his sleeping friend’s prick scraped all the right places with his squats. Each sinking deeper, yet something was missing. Ryan wanted more: more force, faster movement, and participation. He let go, tried to speed up, and give it to himself.

Chris woke up with Ryan fucking himself with his cock. Instead of saying something, he grabbed Ryan’s hips and started thrusting him up and down, looking for that sweet spot from yesterday. As the spot was found, Ryan started panting heavily, looking Chris in the eyes. Chris didn’t stop and kept thrusting into his buddy. The locked-up partner was almost treated as a fleshlight there to be fucked. Chris forced Ryan over the edge and joined him on the other side as well; both had been edging each other for a while unconsciously by being unable to keep the rhythm and not being quite in sync. Only after reaching post-nut clarity, Chris realised what he had done: forced himself onto Ryan or vice versa.

Had sex with Master (anal, receiving): +4 First time +10 (Ryan)

The sudden blaring from a pair of bagpipes reinforced that they needed to get out of bed. It was probably eight. Alex had picked some tune he couldn’t place, but it was serviceable and missed some other instruments. Ryan was dead tired from the ordeal, but he could hardly get dressed again and be dragged to breakfast and the meeting like this. Chris decided to wash Ryan whilst he was out and, if needed, carry him to the Canteen after showering himself and Ryan.

Ember had seen the entire show turning from a warm red to an ever increasingly hot pink. They had been smart enough not to draw attention to herself as it would ruin the mood.

Waking up on what was functionally the floor felt bad. Nothing the Jessies hadn’t experienced before, but it always felt shit. Luckily, the place was flat, and Chris and Ryan had removed rocks and debris from the floor before they set up the tent. Maybe a hot shower would fix this.

First, before leaving the tent, the duo wanted to review their dreams. It was confusing. They had separate dreams and different experiences through the night. This was not how this was supposed to work. The bellowing from the bagpipes interrupted their thoughts. They didn’t manage to piece it together. Could they even if they wanted? It was probably best to ask Syl after the meeting, but could they trust their kidnapper to tell them the truth? Not getting anywhere, the Jessies decided to go to the sanitary building.

Heather woke up from the sun shining through the canvas in the embrace of William, who was drooling on the pillow. The man had no sense of dignity. Then again, could she claim it with the way she was dressed right now, or was she able to dress… Probably not to the extent she wanted, at least. The woman dressed in lingerie next to the man she knew for less than a day decided to wake him up. She tried to shout but instead whispered, “Want to have a taste or just snuggle up to me?” Why? You blasted, rotten transformation. The internal curses flowed as this whisper didn’t wake up William. “If you don’t answer, I take it you want me to kiss you.” She continued instead of saying slap. Instead of giving an answer, the sleeping man nuzzled deeper into the side of her boob. Which resulted in him receiving a peck on his forehead as Alex had started to play the bagpipes.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open. “Wha, why does my back hurt?” William groaned in pain. He had done as the Jessies instructed and removed all sticks and stones, but man, this hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Looking at his position, he found that instead of the provided pillow, he was using Heather as one. “Sorry, Heather. You okay? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Sweetheart, you didn’t hurt me at all; the lack of proper back support did. Do you need help with anything?” The woman added that last part almost against her will but still did.

“A massage would be nice.”

“With or without a happy ending?”

“Without, I still have to figure out what to do with my date and how to survive the exercise Chris will put me through.” Heather was relieved that she was not forced to give the man a blowjob or handjob, just the massage. She did her best; it wasn’t great, but she did her best. Was what William told himself. The massage was a clumsy recollection of how others had done it to her, lacking the dexterity to hit the right places or the strength to move the muscles in the way she wanted. The man beneath her was stiff as a board; he moved more because of his own will and not because of her. “Thanks. I will remove the rest with a warm shower after my workout.” He said, trying to make sure her feelings weren’t hurt.

He left her alone to consider the woman alone in her lingerie. Heather realised that in order to get changed, she would need to leave the tent in her lingerie. She felt more naked than if she had been actually naked. The discussion with Syl came to mind; less isn’t more; framing might be more sometimes. There are three options out: figure out how to get there unseen, go naked or ask someone to bring her proper clothes. The last was the most appealing. Who would be the best option for this? Missy would give the most slutty outfit to bully her, William would also pick something he found hot, and the rest she had no clear idea what they would bring. Safe? Who is safe? Which of these people is actually safe to ask to get me decent clothes? She started to panic due to having to rely on another again, and once again it might be betrayed like yesterday by William and Samson. Who has yet to betray me? Who has an aggressive moral compass? Is Chris the person who might be the best to do this? No, he is still a man. Jessica? No, she is Bi and would likely also pick something pervy. Dammit, does that mean the only option is the woman without a fashion sense? Deciding yes, Becky was the only option Heather would be comfortable with, she texted her.

Heather waited with some confidence that her saviour would eventually arrive with her clothes.

Becky and Missy woke up to bagpipes. Becky missed the guitar often accompanying the instrument but appreciated the song choice. Missy just thought of the whole thing as noise and grumbled while Becky tried to piece together which specific song it was. Both felt wrong due to lying on the floor but knew there were solutions… Sadly for them, they cost BP, and neither had much of it to spend frivolously.

When it was over, Missy tried to go back to sleep; Becky didn't let her. “Get dressed and let's get you breakfast.”

“Me, what about you?” Missy snarked out.

“Don't need it. I will stay at this weight even if I don't try.” Becky didn't think she felt different as they left their tent.

Becky got out of the sleeping bag first, only to have Missy remain in it stubbornly. “Get out of it and let’s get changed.” A grumble came out of she must have had just as bad a sleep as Becky did. The floor was hard and filled with debris. “I can force you out in two ways: by leaving the 10-meter range or the leash if I need to. Not that I want to; let’s just get changed together.”

“I… I can’t unless you first get me clean clothes.”

“Why?”

“Because I had a wet dream that felt real…”

Becky raised an eyebrow as this was explained to her but looked at her phone for a moment. “Good girl for being honest. It isn’t a dream, I think. You must have seen Chris have sex with Ryan. Are you forgetting your transformation?”

“So each time Chris has sex with someone I will know? I will see it, I will feel it, like just now?”

“Based on the text of ‘in your face cheater’, yes. This will happen whenever Chris has sex with another person, and you won’t be able to cum.”

“So can you get me my clothes?”

“Yes, but I think you should come along and jump in a shower instead. We will be there in the shortest time; only people who were up before Alex played the bagpipes could be there, and Heather and Will didn’t seem like the types to be up early.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” The woman in a modicum of power said before the bitch tentmate got out of the sleeping bag. To her surprise, Missy had a large wet spot in her pyjama bottoms as if she had wet herself. Becky did keep her promise. “Good girl for trusting me. I am also impressed with how wet you got. We should fold open the sleeping bag to have it air out or maybe ask if we can get a clean one.”

“No one else can know.” A bark came with an angry growl.

“Sure, let's go quickly.”

The duo entered the sanitary building first being the closest to it. Both of them showered and warmed themselves with the warm water. Becky put on her formless clothes like she always did. Missy, on the other hand, put on a sundress with a tropical print because she decided to make the best out of this travesty by actually doing vacationy things.

As Missy was putting on her makeup, Becky received the text from Heather and helping her out wouldn’t hurt her. She picked out a virgin killer sweater with tight pants for clothes and decided to bring a pair of decent underwear. It still covered less than she would have liked, especially to hand to someone else, but it was the best that existed in the closet with Heather’s name on it.

Leaving to head to Heather, she ran into the Jessies first and told them she would meet them in the canteen later. No unnecessary barking from Missy and nicely following alongside Becky had earned her a good girl before meeting Will halfway to Heather and his tent. “What does the incompetent fool want now?” The monster training to be a good girl barked. Her owner glared at her but didn’t correct her outright.

“Nothing, I just want to eat breakfast. I am going to do a naked workout with Chris later. Becky, you are welcome to join us even if you want to keep your clothes on. You would need to pawn Missy off to someone unless Chris miraculously gives her his blessing to come along.”

“He just might wanna bet?” Missy dared the coach.

“Sure, loser gives the other 10BP.”

“Deal.” Dammit, why would I? Chris is a lunatic. Last time I worked out with him, I was exhausted all day. He is a monster when it comes to cardio. The bitch realised too late what she had signed up for.

As they left Will behind, Becky said, “What did we discuss about Will and his name?”

“That I should call him by his name.” Missy looked to the floor as she said it.

“Yes, remember that. Now do you think I can keep up with Chris’s workout?” The dog trainer said woried about her own capabilities.

“I don’t know if I can. What is your normal workout routine, Becky?”

“Well, I work out for an hour three times a week, mostly weights with some cardio.”

“Exhaustion or just a set number of reps?”

“Exhaustion when I am alone during my workout with William, reps and higher weights. I can keep up with him blow for blow for the most part.” Becky replied, proud of herself.

“You stand as good a chance as William at least. Now the real question is how much Chris will hold back.”

“You talk as if he is some sort of demon.”

“Chris did triathlons in college; his workout is mostly cardio. Muscle is incidental. Though I could see him mix it up to meet Will’s needs and wants. Then again, he might as well go all out to screw him over… Depends on the mood, I suppose.” Missy said, knowing full well Chris had a hard time adapting his patterns.

“We both know Chris isn’t going to fuck with someone to get a one-up on him,” Becky said with a smile.

“I do want to do this, if only to show that Chris is more forgiving than Will hopes he is and to prove to myself he is the way I remember him.” Hope in Missy's voice was palpable with an undercurrent of regret.

“Good girl asking for what you want. Now we are about to see Heather be on your best behaviour.” Becky tried to keep her on the right track.

“Yes, Owner.” The joke in those words from Missy was getting less each time they were said. Becky hadn't noticed it and reinforced it with the “Good girl” phrase.

As they approached, the duo spotted Heather's head peeking out from her tent. “Why bring the foul mouth with you?” She shouted.

Missy got angry, but Becky tried to cool her down. “I can hardly hand her over to someone else in the morning. She has been better as well. She has been a good girl up until now, not lashing out at you even though you insulted her.” The good girl calmed her down more than expected, which was nice. Becky handed Heather the clothes.

“Was this the best you could find?” The heiress said, holding up the virgin killer sweater.

“Missy, what do you say?” Becky asked her doggy for confirmation.

“This was the most conservative set of clothes in your closet. It wasn’t my choice, but it fits you best. I think Becky did pick the correct one for what you want.”

“High praise coming from you. Thank you, Ms Williams, for your service. You are dismissed.” Heather said as if she was dismissing her personal assistant or some other servant. With the owner and pet duo being dismissed, they decided to head to the canteen.