You ever have a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, I was having one of those dreams. Me and Mr. Bergs was playing the game we had been playing before I fell asleep but this time I was the Courageous Cub and he was the Blasting Bruin. Two of the characters on my favorite cartoon the Adventures of Blasting Bruin.  I was in Mr. Bergs arms as he ware the black and white singlet Blasting Bruin wore and I was bouncing up and down in his lap as I held tight to him.
The dream was getting good when I was shook awake by strong hands rocking my body. “Wake up cub” the familiar voice of Mr. Bergs whispered in my ear and the arms stopped shaking me.  I moved my face into my pillow and groaned, I didn’t want wake up from the dream but Mr. Bergs made me by sitting me up.  I groaned and rubbed at my eyes before I noticed I wasn’t in my bunk, it was too soft and big to be my bunk. I also didn’t have Billy’s snoring to wake up to as he slept on the bunk above me.  
And that’s when I noticed all my clothes were gone, even my boxers. I let out a small noise of surprise and pulled up the covers to hide my naked body.  “Glad to see you’re awake” Mr. Bergs chuckled lightly patting me on my head.  Mr. Bergs was standing at the end of the wooden bed I laid in, dressed in his full clothing of a camp counselor.
“Hello Mr. Bergs” I said letting the covers fall over my lap. I scanned the room before asking “Where am I at?” The room was sort of big but a little smaller than the bunk house and was furnished lightly with only a lamp and an alarm clock on a night standing being the only thing of notice beside the bed in the room. 
“My room in the back of my office.” He told me as he walked over and sat on the bed. I managed to pull my feet up in time befor he sat on them, glad I did as the bed dipped when he sat down. He bent down and produced a pair of scout clothes like my own from under the bed, “Your clothes are still in the washer and I didn’t have time to go down and get a set from the bunk so put these on, they may be a little small.” he told me.
I looked at the clothes and asked “Did I do good yesterday?” before taking them.
He looked at me for a second before he got what I was asking “You mean the game, of course you did” he told me as I put my shirt on. The clothes were a little tight but I didn’t complain. “But remember not to tell anyone” he said putting two finger to his mouth and pushed air past them in a shush. I nodded to tell him that I knew and started to pull on more clothes. He patted the bed  and sat up from the bed “when you’re done come out to the front, I have something for you to eat so you can get ready for the camp’s big day.”
“Big day?” I thought as I looked at him leave, my eyes lingering on his butt as he left and felt a little perverted again. It took me a second for me to remember that was today was the day of the talent show and Billy’s performance.  Billy was supposed to play his saxophone for the camp and I had promised him I would see it. With speed that only was slightly hindered by the fact the scout uniform was a size too small for me I finished dressing and hopped out of bed.
Like he had promised Mr. Bergs was reclining in his chair eating a granola bar as a cup of orange juice and a few of my own granola bars were laid out for me on his desk.  I looked around for a place to sit but the two seats that had been in front of Mr. Bergs were gone. “Up here cub” Mr. Bergs said patting his the inside of his thigh as he saw me searching the room . Padding over I climbed up into Mr. Bergs lap, grabbing on to the chair to pull myself up and was handed a granola bar for the task while the cup of juice was slid with in reach.
Mr. Bergs didn’t say much and ate his breakfast in slow bites, I ate faster than he did but stayed quite like he was. Halfway through the breakfast the seat of Mr. Bergs’ lap got uncomfortable as it became hard and lumpy, I ignored it and went on eating since there wasn’t much else to sit. Mr. Bergs stopped eating in favor of closing his eyes and I was glad to take care of the remaining breakfast for him.
Through a mouthful of the last granola bar I said “What are we doing after breakfast.”
It took a second before Mr. Bergs responded and he said, after clearing his throat “Getting ready for the show, you’ll be with Mr. Crooner today setting up near the camp grounds for the show.” I looked up at him and asked who Mr. Crooner was since I never heard his name before. “He is the tiger that brought you up here yesterday” He told me with a laugh and rubbed my head. I smiled at him and sat to let him move around the hair on my head.
And as if he had heard us talking about Mr. Crooner came through the door and I felt a little less happy. He had on slight frown that made me glad I had only seen his smile yesterday since I would have had nightmares when I slept. “Hi sir” Mr. Crooner greeted Mr. Bergs as he came in the room “is he ready for the day.” 
I looked up at Mr. Bergs and he looked from me to Mr. Crooner and it looked like he didn’t want me to go but said “Yes, yes he is” before lifting me off his lap and stood me up. Mr. Crooner walked around the desk and grabbed hold of my shoulder. He looked at Mr. Bergs for a second and smiled that wicked smiled. Mr. Bergs just blushed and turned back under his desk. They were having another one of those conversations I wasn’t supposed to know was happening and I didn’t like it. 
“Come on kid” Mr. Crooner told me as he pulled me out Mr. Bergs’ office. Mr. Crooner hand painfully dug into my shoulder as he made me walk fast out of Mr. Bergs’ office and across the camp until we came to the lake where he pulled me near the boat house.
“Aren’t we supposed to be at the campgrounds?” I asked but he ignored me and pulled me inside the boat house.  Much to the detest of what I thought when I first came to the camp the boat house wasn’t a house made out of a boat but was used to store the boats, oars and the van they used to move it all. Mr. Crooner produced a ring of keys as we headed for the Van, The van was a old sliding door one that had been painted white and with the logo of the camp but you could still faintly see the car’s last owner was a bread deliver company. Mr. Crooner opened the door of the van and  I was tossed like a sack of potatoes into the van by the back of my shirt by Mr. Crooner and was glad I hit a bunch of ropes to break my fall instead of the thin carpet that covered the metal floor. 
“Here’s the deal kid You will do what I say and that’s it.” He said with a growl and a flash of his teeth that made sure I knew it wasn’t a question. The Van rocked slightly as Mr. Crooner step in to enter and up to the point I didn’t notice how big and menacing he was as he his yellow eyes narrowed at me as he closed the van’s door behind him. Mr. Crooner reminded me of Blasting Bruin’s arch enemy, The Prowling Pummeler, a Panther that could grow to gigantic sizes but normal was the size of a small truck of muscled chubbiness.
I had been tangled in rope that broke my fall until Mr. Crooner pulled me from it. “Undress” he commanded and I did after a second of hesitation, not wanting to get on his bad side since The Prowling Pummeler had almost beat Blasting Bruin. And I was nowhere close to being Blasting Bruin or courageous cub for that matter, which meant I didn’t stand a chance if he got mad.
I started to unbutton my shirt with shaky hands and had it off when Mr. Crooner grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. He showed me piece of string before turning me around and yanking one hand behind my back to tie it with the string. He did the same with the other and my hands were tied behind my back.  I tried to fight against the bonds but he barked a loud stop and I did. He went on undressing me since I couldn’t and for the second time in two days I was naked and blushing in front an adult.
He brought me over his knee and I seized up thinking he was going to spank me. I had only been brought over someone knee to be spanked and most of the time it had been my dad or an uncle when I did something bad. But I didn’t do anything bad. I wanted to cry since I was going to get a spanking for nothing. 
But he didn’t spank me but unzipped his pants to show off a pair of tented underwear and produced cock through the flap that like Mr. Crooner looked mean and threating. I was sure he didn’t  want to play any games like me and Mr. Bergs had. But if he did want to play the game I didn’t want to since didn’t feel special or happy like I did when Mr. Bergs asked me to play, I just felt scarred and wanted to cry.
“Open” he said sternly as his hand rubbed over my butt, I flinched at the touch of his hand. “Your mouth” he added as he sunk fingers into the cheeks of my ass and found my butthole like Mr. Bergs did. I opened my mouth and with the other hand took me by my head  over his stubby cock and forced it into my mouth, stuffing it full like it had been earlier with granola bars. I pulled off the cock with a cough and a sputter and not soon after fingers were pressed into my butt.
Mr. Crooner let out a questioning coo as he pressed fingers into my butt and said “So the old bear already got to you” he said and add with a growl after “Start licking it’s the only lube you’ll be getting.” Unlike Mr. Bergs who had pushed his fingers into my butt with gentle thrusts Mr. Crooner pushed in roughly and started with two. I whimpered and tried to move away but he kept me where I was by putting a hand on my back and went on roughly pushing fingers into my butt.  I let out a low whimper that was ignored as I felt the small pain of my butt being opened up by his two fingers. 
 I remember seeing people doing things with their mouth when I looked at the videos under my brother’s bed but not enough to remember how they did it. So instead of trying to remember I closed my eyes and licked at his cock. Mr. Crooner let out a low rumbling laugh as he pumped his fingers into my butt. His cock tasted oddly sweet or at least the almost clear liquid I recognized as pre cum since Mr. Bergs showed it flowing out of his cock.
After a while of pushing his fingers into Mr. Crooner found a spot that made me spot licking and moan, I hadn’t noticed it up to the point but my own cock was pressing between my stomach and his leg as I was bent over licking Mr. Crooner cock. 
I had licked every inch of Mr. Crooner’s cock and then some when I was pulled up and laid in front of him. His fingers being pulled from my butt in the process of it all.  He climbed over me on all fours and when he was over me one of his hand disappeared behind him. I felt something press against me and I took it for his cock press against my butthole and was glad he was different from Mr. Bergs this one time as their wasn’t as much pain. Not even as he let out a grunt and thrusted into me  and smashed me into the carpet under him. 
“Damn he really did a number on you” he said out of breath like he had been running “It’s like you were never a virgin.” My face almost got a carpet burn and again I was glad it carpet and not the metal underneath.  Mr. Crooner’s fingers dug into the carpet and he started to pull himself back and out of me. I could feel his cock pulling back until it was almost all the way out of me before he pushed it back in with a grunt.  With a whimper from my lips I spread my legs and in response Mr. Crooner let out another low rumbling laugh into my ear before he redoubled his efforts. He made hard thrusts into my that got more and more of himself into while hitting that spot that made me moan until he was fully into me and let out a triumph grunt as he pressed his hips to my ass.
The solid sound of his hips hitting my butt was the only sound that could be easily heard but my whimpers and faint moans to remove my bonds were their along with Mr. Crooner’s teeth clenched grunts. A covering of cold sweat was over my body and I could feel something building up inside of me. I let out a cry as my cock started to pulse under me and the white stuff sprayed on the underside of my belly and on to the carpet.
A stream of curses escaped Mr. Crooner’s lips as he sat up over me and held himself inside me by the hips. He was breathing hard and I could feel his cock starting to pulse inside of me but he didn’t come. “I’m going to make this piece of ass last kid.” He said as he caught he breath and I turned my head back to look at him. He didn’t look as mean as he did before and looked satisfied as he his mouth was in an smile that didn’t show his teeth. 
Mr. Crooner went on for a while not coming and pushing his cock into me, taking short breaks to catch himself every once in a while. He had done this for I don’t know how long when I heard something ring and him curse. Telling me to be quite he reached into the front of the van and pulled out a radio. I didn’t catch much of what he or the other person was saying but it sounded like Mr. Bergs was the other person and Mr. Crooner seemed mad after he got off it. With a curse he flung the radio back into the front and started fucking me again. But he didn’t stop this time he just went on and kept thrusting even when he came. With a loud grunt he threw his head back and I felt my inside filled with his come.
“You’re good kid” he said as he pulled out of me after coming “I can’t wait to get another round at you during the show.”  I only barely noticed the van starting up as I laid sleepily in the back of the van.