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Monday, April 21, 2025

[SS-1530] Managing Strandedness


MANAGING STRANDEDNESS

Between me and my buddy, I have always been the more muscular and masculine. I was the alpha and he was fine being the beta between us. Don't get me wrong, he has a nice body and is not a sissy. He also gets a fair share of ladies, although I was a better womanizer. But he was more of the dorky type and I was more the aggressive type. This complementarity strengthened our relationship.

However, in these last three days since we have been lost and stranded while hiking a mountain, our roles have switched. I watch him as he methodically uses a big knife to chop and slice wood we can use for fire later.

I was stronger than him, but I did not know much about survival skills. So, I just allowed him to lead us while we waited for help in this deserted place.

I see him carry the big log on his shoulders like it was nothing.


I don't know why, but I start finding his wilderness skills sexy. I think I'm turning gay for this dorky ripped friend of mine.

Then when we get to the place where we made a tent for shelter, he starts chopping the wood and making a fire.

He climbs a coconut tree, picks and throws fruits at me for the liquids we will intake that day.


The whole day, I am just paralyzed, panicking that I am not in a safe environment. My big body has been useless. He has been my savior this whole time. He's becoming really attractive.

That evening, we sleep together in the tent. He looks and smells so manly. I kiss him.

He kisses me back, to my surprise.

I release my pent up new-found lust for him. I suck his cock. Damn, I even let him fuck me. All my alpha energy faded as he made me squeal like a girl. Getting saved and emasculated by this hunky dork has made me cum hands free. I'm his now.

Then he whispers to me. "We're not really lost. I lied. I know my way around here. I just wanted to show you who's boss. I have wanted you for so long, and I wanted you to be my bitch."

I gasp, learning that he tricked me. I smile, "dude, you were successful. I'm your bitch now."





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