The Karmine Wilderness Watching site is basically a glamping site instead of a normal campsite, with fancy cottages, public toilets, buffet and food services, fancy markets with all kinds of essentials, not to mention the many servants and butlers that are present and ready to serve on hand and foot. It is pretty well-known, albeit for only a small number of individuals. There are a few things that most people would consider strange and weird, but are embraced on this glamping site, the only way to be able to get there is through invitation only, and that invitation must be approved by the owner of the establishment.


So, Damian, a brown and white weasel, was still asking himself “How the hell did I get an invitation?” He never saw anything special or exceptional about himself, he was just a slim, scrawny weasel with goofy, round glasses that he can’t see anything without, and tends to dress like the massive nerd that he is.

So, getting an invitation to a luxurious place like the Karmine glamping site, a place that many of the rich and famous folk visit on the regular, was something he wouldn’t even dream about. He definitely doesn’t have the budget for it, that’s for sure, but his invitation did say that he will be staying with someone else and that all the expenses are paid for by the person who recommended him. That just made him even more nervous.

“God, I’m gonna make an absolute fool of myself, aren’t I?” He asked himself as he started sweating bullets, dreading already dreading the experience. “I don’t even like camping!”

*****

Eventually, he arrived and was in absolute awe at the gate alone, by then he barely held his jaw in place when he saw the main area. It looked almost like hotel’s reception area, inside a very small building, everything was glimmering and sparkling like some scene in an anime he watched some time ago, not to mention that all the receptionists were such handsome men, not a woman in sight which did strike him as weird, but hey, more eye-candy for him.

After telling one of them his name and showing the invitation he got, the tall and buff otter typed on his computer a few times, then a small card printer machine beside him came to life, producing a card with his name, a number code, as well as the site he’ll be staying at. “Hope you have a good stay with us, sir~” The man spoke in a soft and very chipper voice, Damian had to fight against himself not a blush like a school girl.

Once that was done with, the other exit, or rather entrance to the glamping site, opened up to a very wide expanse, multiple, well-maintained dirt roads and pathways, surrounded by beautiful wilderness, added with that fresh and clean weather just made all his worries blow away along with the gentle breeze.

“Now… where do I- Oh!” He found a map of the whole land the site was on. The place was split into three sections: Water Watching, Land Watching, and Air Watching “Huh… that’s strange…” He thought to himself and noticed that his card said… he was supposed to go to the ‘Air Watching’ site.

It was the closest site, so he didn’t have to walk for long, luckily everything was provided for the campers, so he only needed to grab some simple essentials, like clothes, tooth brushes, and such. However, he almost turned around and left when he found his cottage… and saw who he was supposed to share it with “Oh no…”

“Uncle D!” A very tall and muscular, brown and black-spotted great dane called to him, running over to Damian and grabbing him in a tight hug, easily lifting the much shorter weasel and spinning around a couple of times “Glad to see you here man~!”

“Hey Kyle… glad to be here” Damian mumbled as Kyle let him down. For being someone who’s only 16, Kyle is pretty tall and had a body that many adults would kill for, just muscles bulging out all over the place, and even some thick traps. He was dressed in nothing but some cargo shorts, his neck and wrists wrapped in golden chains and fancy accessories. “Is your dad around?”

“Yep! Hey dad! Uncle D’s here!” Kyle called back towards the cottage. A minute later, out came an equally tall and muscular, fully black great dane, dressed in a very expensive-looking suit.

“Ah, Damian! Great to have you here!” The older great dane greeted the weasel with a simple, but respectful handshake. “I hope you found the place with no problem”

“Sure did, boss. Although, this kind of place looks way out of my pay grade, hehe…” The older great dane was Clark, Damien’s boss, and quite the friendly fellow, especially to employees who do their job well, like Damien does. Making sure to reward them properly for their job well done.

“No need to worry! Your whole stay is on me, so enjoy this place to your heart’s content!” Clark then leaned down to whisper into Damian’s ear “And I know that you’ll absolutely love the sights around here~” That left Damian a bit confused, but he didn’t want to question it.

As they say: Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

*****

After putting his stuff away and sitting with Clark and his son to discuss the going ons in this glamping area, he was genuinely shocked to learn of the things that happen around here, far away from any eyes of society, and he wasn’t as hard before as he was at that moment. 

So, he decided to take a stroll, carrying some binoculars around his neck, taking one of the many dirt paths that mapped the whole establishment. But what made the place more intimidating was the absolutely massive size of of the trees, they were just so HUGE, the branches and leaves casting pretty big shadows alone. It didn’t take long for him to find something worth using the binoculars for “Oh… oh god…” Even from this distance he could see it and his pants tented instantly.

He fumbled with his binoculars for a bit, but managed to compose himself enough to look through them at what he expected to see. And he was right. High up in the trees were a set of cottages built like massive birdhouses, connected by bridges to each other, definitely something out of a fantasy setting.

But those weren’t what got his attention.

In one of the many tree-houses, stood a pair of men, a father and son from the looks of it, pileated woodpeckers, both of them looked pretty buff but the son was slightly more ripped than his father, despite him looking around 8-10 years old, but with a pretty muscular body that many adults, Damien himself included, would kill to have. And they were fucking.

The father had his son bent over the sturdy-looking wooden rails and even from this distance it was clear that he was going to town on his son’s ass, but the younger woodpecker was having the time of his life, judging by the face of total bliss he was making.

The boy, out of the corner of his eyes, noticed the glint of something reflective from a distance, tapping his father’s hand that was gripping his hip to get his attention, then gestured towards the glint and they both realized what it was at the time. Damian knew they caught him peeping on them, but they both smiled and casually waved to him, neither of them stopping what they were doing. Damian just waved back bashfully before putting down the binoculars and continuing his walk, his face almost glowing red and his pants were almost painfully tented.

*****

That night, Damian remained in his tent while Clark and his son headed out to join some friends for dinner and entertainment. He didn’t feel like socializing just yet, so he sat facing the fire pit that was located in front of the cottage, watching the flames flicker and crackle away, but not really paying attention, his mind was still focused on what he witnessed earlier.

And then there was the others that followed. A raven son and father duo each having a train ran on them, getting fucked time and time again to the point that their bellies were looking quite bloated. A rooster laying on his back while others surrounded him, bathing him in their piss. A macaw man with lots of piercings and tattoos riding his dildo, right on the walk path, teasing and stimulating himself the whole time, basically asking to be seen being so perverted! Among many other, similarly sexual sights.

When he asked Clark about it, the great dane just laughed and told him that it was common to see that kind of scene, in fact, it was encouraged even. See, this is the bread and butter of the glamp site, each area has a number of people living in houses in the surrounding wilderness, they get to be naked and they greatly enjoy being watched, especially when doing something naughty like the woodpecker duo were.

Apparently, those kinds of people are pretty extreme exhibitionists, getting off on being watched while doing some very sexual things, whether it’s just them by themselves or with someone. The areas were split based on what kind of animal you want to see ‘in the wild’. Air is for avians, Land is for land dwellers (mostly mammals), and Water is for aquatic folk.

“Man… this place sure is interesting” Damian sighed before picking up the bag of marshmallows he brought out along with him. However, the moment he pulled one out to skewer he felt a tap on his shoulder “Gah! What the!?” When he turned to see who it was, the marshmallow in his hand was snatched away “Hey!”

“Hi!” He jumped as a small figure jump up into his view. It was the woodpecker boy from earlier this morning “Happy to meet you, mister. Hope you liked what you saw~” He said as he casually sat down beside the weasel before tossing the marshmallow into the air and catching it perfectly with the tip of his beak before actually eating it.

“Uh… Hi…” Damian’s entire body felt stiff, but not as stiff as his cock was at the moment. Wasn’t the boy only naked, but now with a closer look, it was clear that the markings on his arms and chest were actually tattoos, not to mention the golden, glittering nipple rings “Is uh… is your father with you?”

“Nope! He’s out with some friends, probably getting stuffed with cock and cum, hehe~” The boy chuckled at the image of his father getting spitroasted and then pumped full “First time visiting?”

Geez, was he that obvious? “Uh, yeah! First time with… everything here, honestly” Damian then paused for a bit… “A-And yeah… I liked what I saw…”

“You should’ve waited then! Dad wanted to invite you over” The young woodpecker scooted closer to Damian, resting his hand on the throbbing bulge in the weasel’s shorts. “I wanted it, too~” If Damian’s body was not stiff before, then he was basically a wooden board right now, he just sat there letting the boy grope and stroke his cock through his pants as his brain basically shut down “Can I… see it~?”

Damian silently obeyed, letting his cock free for the bird to enjoy. He was pretty proud of his package, a thin but long, 14-inch meat rod, with a hefty pair of balls to go with it “Oh my! Mister, you are so big!” He could practically see the young bird’s eyes glimmering with excitement, that eased him a bit somehow, even when he felt those small, scaled hands taking hold of his cock, they felt pretty soft somehow, but he wasn’t complaining.

The young woodpecker got down between Damian’s legs, stroking his long shaft with both hands using quite the gentle and sensual touch. “I’m Marty!” He finally introduced himself.

“Damian. Nice to meet you, Marty” Marty giggled a bit before deciding to start pleasuring his new friend. First placing a small kiss at the tip, before letting that tongue of his, that all woodpeckers were pretty famous for, get to work. It was pretty long as it coiled around an impressive length like a snake, then with some masterful control, began stroking the weasel, using only that prehensile tongue of his.

“Oooohhhh~!” Damian moaned loudly as he felt that tongue working, his hand automatically going over to rest on Marty’s head, who let out a happy sound as he felt the weasel give him a few, gentle ruffles.

“Please Mr. Damian, can you put it now?” Without waiting for another word, Marty moved to bend over the log they were sitting on, spreading his legs and presenting his ass to the weasel.

Damian could already see how well-used and loose Marty’s hole was looking, even had some left over cum slightly leaking from it, he almost came just from that sight alone. At this point, his body was moving on its own, and it was not patient, as he lined himself with Marty’s hole, grabbed his hips tightly… and SHOVED himself right in, electing a loud moan from both of them “Oh god! So tight… So… warm…” Damian instantly started moving, taking it slow at first, watching how tightly Marty’s hole gripped him, to the point that it was pulled along whenever he pulled back, before slamming right back in.

Eventually, Damian was rutting the boy quite hard, his hips clapping loudly against Marty’s ass cheeks, the young bird chirping and moaning in total bliss, beak hanging open with his tongue flopped out the side. Yeah, this is how he liked it.

Sadly… it didn’t take for Damian to reach his climax, as he wasn’t only pent up, but the myriad of hot and sexy scenes of hunky bird men and boys alike just being perverts for all to see, yeah, anyone would be pretty riled up from all that “Fuck! FUCK!” He growled his words out through his teeth as he slammed himself balls deep into the little bird.

“Ah! M-Mister… so warm… my insides are… b-burning~!” Marty moaned as his body basically melted under the weasel, slumping forward against the log as he felt Damian’s hot load flooding his insides, every throb and twitch he could feel it sending volley after sticky volley out to paint his inner walls.

After his mind blowing orgasm, Damian breifly saw stars flashing in his eyes before they cleared “S-Sorry… didn’t have any, um… fun like this in a long time”

“Hehe, no need to apologize, Mr. Damian~ Besides…” Marty pulled away from Damian’s slack grip and cock, but only to move around so that he was laying on his back on the log, legs raised high and spread wide apart, giving the weasel a clear view of everything he was dealing with “It’s still early in the evening. Think you can pump out a few more loads?”

Damian swallowed some drool as well as his nerves, his cock springing back to full arousal in a second, but this time, he had a bit more control of his body. So, he decided to take his time. He loomed over the young bird who was eagerly offering himself to him, rubbing his hands against Marty’s firm and buff body, stroking and rubbing along those powerful arms, even gently tickling the woodpecker’s pits, earning him a small giggle from the boy, followed by some gentle and loving kisses against Marty’s chest.

Marty liked having sex with men like his dad, and all of his dad’s friends knew how to make him feel special, but it appears that even strangers like Damian can do that as well. He liked being seen, being touched, admired, and the weasel was doing just that, the kisses to his chest were followed by some firm and hungry sucking and licking on his nipples, before some more kisses trailing down his hard abs.

Damian eventually and finally reached that impressively big cock on Marty, the young bird had almost 8-inches on him and with some small and an equally impressive pair of low-hanging balls as well. Damian gave that cock plenty of attention, alternating between it and those hefty balls, earning him all kinds of pleasant sounds and twitches from the young bird for his efforts.

“Ah… M-Mister… don’t think I c-can…” Marty moaned and squealed in pleasure as he was getting closer and closer to his own climax. He finally went over the edge when Damian took his cock into his mouth… Marty’s hands shot forward, grabbing the weasel and shoving him down with surprising strength, shoving all of his cock down the weasel’s throat just as he began pumping out a pretty heavy and generous load.

Damian could feel every throb, twitch, and spurt of that cock lodged in his throat, that cum going straight his throat at the first few spurts, but he managed to push the boy’s hands away, allowing him to pull back and breath a bit, but that only earned him some spurts of bird boy cum right to his face, soaking his fur and glasses.

“Hehe… you look silly” Marty commented, but both of them chuckled a bit at that.

“It appears I wasn’t the only one pent up” Damian noted before taking off his glasses, taking out some tissue to wipe them “Or do you normally cum like this?”

“Not always, but you really made me feel all good inside, so that helped~” Marty sat up and hugged Damian tightly “Thank you~”

“My pleasure, kiddo” Damian’s eyes fell on his wrist watch “Oh, don’t you have to get back to your dad?”

“Nope, he’s spending the night at a friends” Then Marty got an idea “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Damian was about to protest with some bullshit excuse of ‘it’s wrong’ or something along those lines, but considering what they did just now… “You know what, sure thing! I’m sure my cottage mates won’t mind”

“Yay~!” Without waiting for another word, Marty jumped up and rushed into the cottage… but then came back out about a minute later, blushing slightly “Uh… which room is yours?”

Damian just laughed before following the boy inside, leading him to his room. They didn’t do anything, they just cuddled together, enjoying each other’s bodies closely before drifting off to sleep.

*****

The next day, Damian woke up to some strange noises and some slight shaking of his bed. When he woke up, he got an eyeful of a pair of very familiar and juicy pecs, bouncing and wobbling while Marty’s body rocked above him “Uh… Hi!?” He squeaked out as he instantly realized that those ‘strange noises’ were of Marty having his ass rutted, on the bed, right on top of him.

“Hey there, fella!” Greeted Marty’s father, casually waving down to Damian as he still clapped his son’s ass cheeks. “Truly grateful for you taking care of my boy last night~!”

“No problem” Damian squeaked again, a bit lower this time, his eyes focused more on the bouncing mantits in front of him.

“Go ahead~ He loves having his chest played with~” Marty’s father, knowing that look on the weasel’s face, gave his permission. Damian, not needing any more convincing, basically latched onto one of Marty’s nipples, sucking, lapping, and even nibbling on it, while one hand groped, rubbed, and kneaded on the other, both earning some pleasant sounds from the young woodpecker “Hell yeah! That’s it! Chew on those tits, man!” Just then, the man came hard into his son, and quite a lot, too, Damian’s eyes bugged out slightly as he saw Marty’s belly very slightly push forward from the sheer amount his father pumped into him.

“Phew! That was fun~!” The father pulled Marty up so that he was on his knees “Now then, how about you give your new friend a nice gift~?” He didn’t have to do much… just grabbed each of Marty’s nipples… and gave them a HARD pinch inch.

“NGYYAAHHAA~!” Marty screamed out in both pain and pleasure as his cock began spraying like crazy! Sending multiple thick ropes flying all over Damian’s body, face, and the bed.

“There we go~” And his father suddenly released him, letting Marty’s spent and numb body slump on top of Damian’s own “Hope you don’t mind watching over him for a bit longer friend…” The older woodpecker pulled out with an audible *shclor-pop* causing his load to gush and burst out of his son’s well-used ass “Now it’s my turn to find a cock to fill my ass~ Be seeing ya soon~!” And then left, just like that.

The whole time Damian laid there, barely processing what just happened, just him in his bed, with Marty’s satisfied self laying on him, breathing softly as he drifted back to sleep “Well… this place sure is an… experience”