Cherry Oaks - Part 1

All characters are 18+

This series will run alongside Delta Phi Inc over the next few months, and should appeal to those of you who prefer more hardcore erotica. It won't be extreme, but it will have darker elements and plenty of rough, kinky sex! If you enjoyed/enjoy Punishing The Perv, My Cousin Austin and Lifechanger, then buckle up! 

"You're going to love it, I don't know why you're acting so childish, Josh" mom said from the front of the car, "it's not like you'll be spending the summer alone, Zach's going to be there, too!"

"That's the problem" I mumbled from the back, but I'd done all the arguing that I could, and the decision hadn't changed.

The trip was even longer than I'd expected. It felt as though my family had picked the furthest possible camp to send me to, and with each silent mile that went by, I become more and more unhappy.

"It could be fun" my little brother Jake shrugged, but he was only eleven and his idea of fun and mine, were two very different things.

"See?" My dad called back, "even your brother can see that".

"Well send him then!" I hissed, "or is it just me that you're trying to get rid of?"

My mom turned back and shot a look of frustration at me. We'd been having the same argument for well over a month now, ever since this ridiculous idea had been brought up. Sure, I wasn't the best behaved eighteen-year-old on the planet, but what guy my age was?

"Nobody is trying to get rid of you, Josh" she said sternly, "but we can't have a repeat of last summer, okay? The neighbours are already worried that you and your friends will be hanging around outside and causing all sorts of trouble".

"Fuck the neighbours" I mumbled under my breath, evidently not quiet enough.

"THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT JOSH!" My dad roared, and Jake pressed his hands over his ears as yet another fiery row broke out.

I had a right to be angry. It was my first summer as a grown man, and my dumbass parents were sending me across the country to live like a fucking caveman for three months. Cherry Oaks, what a stupid name. Sure, I could have refused to go, maybe I should have refused to go, but they'd made it crystal clear that if I expected their financial support over the next few years of college, then I didn't really have a choice.

My older cousin Zach had been coming to this dump for years, and for some reason my folks thought that was some kind of incentive for me to go. It showed just how much they knew about me. Zach and I had never gotten on, not since we were kids. He was twenty-one now, and still as much of a douche rocket as he'd been for years.

Naturally, I had no idea what to expect from Cherry Oaks, other than a bunch of goofy camp counsellors and a gang of nerds who followed them blindly. It sounded like my idea of hell, and yet here I was, coming closer and closer by the minute, until finally our journey up the side of a mountain and through endless forest had come to an end.

"I'm not getting out" I said, and crossed my arms like a spoiled child until my dad turned around with bags under his eyes and a look of fury on his face.

"You're not too old for a spanking" he growled, and I growled back.

"Oh yeah? Try it!"

His upper lip twitched, as did mine, and we glared at each other furiously until mom sighed and got out.

"Have the summer you deserve, son" he smirked, and I felt my face become red with anger as my mom opened my door and stepped aside.

"Out, now" she said sternly, and I knew that my last battle had been lost.

A warm summer rain was falling as the sky grew darker overhead. It had taken us over fifteen hours to get there, and suddenly I realised how eerie this place felt. It was completely shrouded by huge trees from every angle. A mist hugged the bottom of the trunks, descending deep into the darkness of the forest, and the only source of light was coming from the large wooden cabins in the clearance we were stood in.

"Just try to enjoy yourself, Josh" my mom said, kissing my cheek, "it's only for a few weeks".

"A few months you mean" I snarled, and pulled away from her.

The crunch of gravel alerted me to another person. He walked toward us like he'd been waiting all day. His khaki coloured shirt reminded me of an overgrown boy scout, and I instantly knew that I wouldn't like him.

"You fine people must be the Wilsons!" He beamed with a southern drawl, and kissed my mom on both cheeks as dad stepped out.

"It's great to meet you all" he continued, shaking my dad's hand and peering into the car to wave stupidly at Jake.

"And you must be the famous Josh" he said to me, but I ignored him and yanked my bag out of the trunk instead.

"You'll have to excuse him" my dad growled, "it's been a long drive".

"Oh it's no problem, we're used to Sad Sallys around here from time to time" he almost sang, and I considered caving his face in with a punch and spending the summer in prison instead.

"My name is Robert McCaw, like the parrot!" He chuckled, "I'm one of the counsellors at Cherry Oaks, and I'll be sure to keep a close eye on mister grumpy pants over here!"

My cheeks burned and even my parents looked uncomfortable. The guy was clearly a weirdo. His tan coloured shorts were buckled up around his stomach, his socks were pulled up to his knees and he looked like the type of guy that spent his entire childhood with his head shoved in a school toilet.

If Robert McCaw was anything to go by, I couldn't even imagine what the losers who chose to come here were like.

"Do we need to come inside or sign anything, or...?" My dad asked, and it was clear that all he wanted to do was leave the place, one of the very few things we had in common.

"Oh no" Robert smiled, "he's a big boy now, he can sign everything for himself".

I could tell that my mom wanted to hug me before they left, but I was too angry. They were leaving me off here like I was a fucking dog that they didn't want anymore. I pulled my bag up onto my shoulder and followed Robert fucking McCaw toward the large cabins.

"Aren't you saying goodbye to your parents?" He asked as we walked, but I ignored him once again as the car crunched out over the drive and disappeared into the night.

The cabin we entered was the smallest of the lot, yet even then it was quite large. Most of the lights were off, except one at the end of the hallway. It reminded me of an old school, but I wasn't sure why. There was nothing particularly interesting about the place, just empty wooden walls and doors into dark rooms.

"Right through there" Robert smiled, gesturing forward.

The office was small but neat. A bookcase ran the length of the wall behind a large desk, and the rest of the walls were covered in photographs, certificates and other boring items that I wasn't interested in. I dropped my bag and slumped into the seat.

"So first thing is first, Josh" the man grinned, and I could see now that he looked to be in his early thirties, give or take, "you are not a bad person".

I rolled my eyes and glared at him.

"Many of the guys that come here do so thinking that there's something wrong with them, that they're broken or that their families don't love them, but Josh, I'm here to tell you–"

"Can we get on with this?" I interrupted, and Robert's smile began to fade.

"Let's remember our manners, Josh" he said rather coldly, but cleared his throat and began sifting through paperwork.

"It looks like you'll be with us all through the season, how exciting!"

"Yeah" I nodded, "I'm positively elated"

Robert ignored me now as his eyes scanned over the documents. He read in silence for a moment before he began tutting.

Tut tut tut.

I stared at him, but he simply continued.

Tut tut tut.

I wasn't sure why, but the noise was beginning to irritate me.

Tut tut –

"What the fuck are you tutting for?" I snapped.

"Well it looks like we have our work cut out for us here at Cherry Oaks!" He smiled, and I couldn't quite believe that this guy was exactly what I had always imagined a stupid camp counsellor to be like. "It says here that you've been known to spend some time with the Green Goblin!" He chuckled.

I cocked a brow.

"A little Funky Monkey, huh? A little Devil's Lettuce?" he winked repeatedly at me when he spoke, and all I could do was rub my face and groan.

"Well as I'm sure you can appreciate, Josh" he continued, "we have a zero tolerance approach to hard drugs at Cherry Oaks".

"Hard drugs?" I scoffed

"The Wacky Tobaccy, the Sticky Icky, the Mary Jane, the Ganja, the–"

"I get it!" I snapped, becoming embarrassed by how fucking embarrassing he was.

"I'm glad" he smiled, "so let's take a look through your bag first, and then we can get you settled".

"You're not looking through my bag" I barked, shaking my head, "I'm not a fucking kid!"

"You're right!" Robert beamed, "but you're hundreds of miles from the nearest town, your cell phone won't work up here, and unless you want to trek for days through the wilderness, you'll be staying here, and here we have rules, Joshy, so why don't you make life easier on yourself and pop your bag onto the desk".

Did this guy just call me Joshy?

I felt my body become tense as the nerdy man spoke. I knew this place would be miserable, but I didn't think it would be this miserable. Yet he had a point, even if my phone did work up here, my dad certainly wasn't going to come and rescue me, that was for sure.

I yanked the bag up and dropped it on his desk, then watched as he unzipped it and began riffling through the contents.

"Oh I'm afraid we don't allow brand name clothing here, Josh" he informed me as he pulled out my Nike shorts, then my Nike t-shirts, Nike socks, Nike underwear, and every other item of fucking clothing I'd taken with me.

"Excuse me?" I hissed, watching as he piled my clothes up on the desk.

"We believe in a more holistic approach to fashion here at Cherry Oaks, and I'm afraid brand names don't align with our vision".

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" I sighed angrily.

"It's your first night" Robert smiled, "but any more bad language and you'll receive a penalty, I'll let your Head of House explain what that is, and I suggest you listen to him, he is your cousin after all".

"Zach is head of something?" I sniggered, but my eyes remained on the growing pile of forbidden clothing.

"Oh yes" Robert nodded, "he takes his role very seriously, and I don't think he'll be putting up with Mr. Grumpy Pants for too long!" He laughed, but I didn't.

"Okay, so it looks like we'll have to provide you with some of our very own Cherry Oaks clothing! I'll have it left on your bunk for your morning shower".

Robert wrapped his arm around my clothes and pulled them into a black bag before dropping them next to him and smiling that stupid fucking smile at me again.

"You must be starving" he nodded, collecting his paperwork together, "I'm sure we can have something fixed up for you once we finish the body search".

I was already in the process of standing up when the words hit me.

"I'm sorry, the what?" I almost laughed.

"Oh" Robert said, raising a brow, "the body search? It's in the fine print" he continued, "anybody who comes here with an addiction to drugs" he whispered the last word, "is required to undergo a full body and cavity search, so if you want to get undressed, we can be done in a jiffy".