Oh, Canada

By Aldric

Copyright 2014 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
 
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Oh, Canada
 
“It’s getting dark; how much further do you think it is,” Blake asked.  He was hungry, tired, and filthy.  The trip through the swamp had exhausted him.
 
“It can’t be much further,” Tate answered.  “I can smell something cooking on a camp fire.”  He was six months older than Blake, who had just turned thirteen, and somehow that made him the leader.  They had borrowed (without permission) a canoe early that morning to catch some fish, but a light rain had moved in and they lost sight of shore.  Tate had guided them back towards where he was sure they had left from, but there were so many twists and turns in this northern Minnesota Park that by noon he had to admit they were lost.
 
They left the canoe south of where they guessed the family campsite and took their fishing poles in an attempt to get back to camp by going overland.  An unexpectedly deep and muddy swamp had caused them further problems and got them off course.  It had taken nearly two hours to get out of the swamp and back on solid land.  At least the coating of muck was keeping the mosquitoes and biting flies from biting.
 
“I sure hope it’s the camp,” Blake said.  “I know we’re going to get punished but I can take that as long as they let us eat first.”
 
“I’ll bet your dad won’t put you over his lap with all that muck on you,” Tate said.  He didn’t need to see Blake’s face to know it had reddened.  They both knew that the other got spanked, but until it happened when they were together they didn’t know how different it was.  Tate’s dad made him drop his pants and bend over and used a belt.  Blake’s dad lowered Blake’s pants himself and then put him over his lap like a little kid and spanked him.  While Tate would much rather a spanking than the belt, he still chuckled at the sight of his best friend over his dad’s knee.
 
It took almost another hour when they finally could hear voices.  But the voices were those of other boys, not their sisters or parents.  Still, they were lost and hungry and anyone who could give them something to eat and tell them how to get back to Buck’s Fishing Village would be a welcome change.
 
“Shit, look at the two monsters sneaking up behind you Gabe,” a voice said as they approached a campsite.  He had a very odd accent.
 
Once Tate and Blake were in the clearing where they could see they saw two boys about their age sitting on a log in front of them and on the other side of a pit fire were three boys in their mid to late teens.  They boy who they guessed was Gabe had jumped up and hurried over to the other side as they approached, followed by the second boy who had been sitting with him.
 
“Help us,” Blake said to them.  “We’re lost and hungry.”
 
Tate wished his friend hadn’t sounded so helpless and despite but it was too late now to maintain his dignity.
 
“Who are you and where did you come from?” one of the older boys asked.
 
Tate made sure he spoke first.  “He’s Blake Edwards and I’m his best friend Tate Krause.  We’re trying to get back to Buck’s Fishing Village.”
 
“We don’t have much food left,” one of the younger boys said.  “But we can…”
 
“Hold it Dale,” the older boys said.  “If these two are American’s and they entered the country illegally then we could get in a lot of trouble by helping them.”  He looked at Tate.  “I think I know about were that is and if it’s the same place it’s across the border in America.”
 
“Yeah, of course it is,” Blake said.  “Where are we?”
 
“You’re in Canada,” the boy answered.  “Did you guys check in with CIC?”
 
“Who?” Tate asked.
 
“Citizenship and Immigration Canada,” the boy said.  “You have to check in with them or you could go to jail for illegal entry.  And I see you have fishing poles, do you have a license to fish?”
 
“Yeah, sure,” Tate said as he dug through the muck to reach is wallet.”
 
“A Canadian license?” the boy asked.
 
“Uh, no,” Tate said.  “But…”
 
“No but’s,” the boy said.  “You’ve broken several laws and we need to think about whether to hike out and call the authorities or help you get back across the border.” He turned to the other two older boys and said “Meeting time.”  The three went into one of the bigger tents.
 
“Don’t worry about Steve,” Gabe said.  “He’s my brother and he’s pretty cool.  I don’t think he’ll turn you.  I’m Gabe and this is my friend Dale.  We’re twelve.  His brother is Rick and the other guy is Brent.  They’re all fifteen and sixteen.  I’ve got some candy bars.”  He held out two Crunch bars and Tate and Blake eagerly took one each.
 
“Thanks,” Blake said as he tore into the candy.  “I’m Blake and he’s Tate.  We’re thirteen.”
 
“I didn’t think it was illegal to enter into Canada,” Blake said with a mouth full of chocolate.
 
“I don’t know about going to jail, but you do need an entry permit,” Dale said.  “And getting back into America is even harder.  We learn about that stuff in high school, so our brothers know more about it then we do.”
 
The older boys exited the tent.  “Okay, we’ve decided not to do anything tonight and we’ll let you two stay here,” Steve said.  “But you guys were obviously in Leech Lake and you stink and are probably covered in leeches.  So you two—,“ he pointed at Gabe and Dale, “—take them over to the creek and have them get all the muck off then strip down and get their bodies clean.  Then bring them back up here by the fire and check them for leeches.”
 
Tate thought he saw a smile pass between Gabe and Dale but ignored it.
 
“You guys need to empty your pockets,” Gabe said.  “Leave your junk here.”
 
All they had between them was Tate’s wallet.  “There’s only a couple of dollars…”
 
“Are you going to suggest that we might steal your money,” Steve asked.
 
“No, I was just, uh, no, I’m not, I mean, I wasn’t…”
 
“Just leave it our tent and let’s go before the bugs really come out,” Dale said.  He pointed to the smaller of the two tents.
 
Blake and Tate followed the other two boys to the creek where they were warned the waster would be cold.  The warning wasn’t sufficient, he water temperature felt like it was just above freezing.  They hurried to get all the muck off their clothes.
 
“Strip them off and throw them up here,” Dale said.
 
It felt kind of odd to undress in front of two total strangers, but after just a moment’s hesitation Tate started and Black followed.  As they washed Tate noticed that there were several leeches on Blake’s back and started to pull them off.
 
“No, not in the water,” Gabe yelled.  “They’ll live and fill the pools.  We’ll get them off by the fire, just get all the muck off and don’t forget your hair.”
 
The water was freezing so they worked fast.  Gabe and Dale kept a close watch and pointed out places where the muck was still sticking on them.  Finally they were satisfied and the four of them hurried back to the fire.
 
“Just hold still,” Gabe said as he started pulling the first leech off of Blake.  Standing naked in front of five other boys was even more embarrassing, especially with one of them touching him and he began to get hard.  He covered it with his hands but Gabe pulled them back and said, “Let me check first.”
 
Blake thought it was odd that Gabe had no qualms about touching another boy’s privates and gasped as Gabe grabbed hold of his dick with one hand and his small ball sack with the other and did a complete leech inspection of both.
 
“All good,” Gabe said as he let go and stepped back.
 
Blake looked over at Tate and saw his friend face was bright red as Dale was completing a similar inspection of his privates.  Blake noticed that Tate was also almost hard just before his hands covered his groin.
 
“You guys got any extra clothes we can borrow?” Tate asked.
 
“No,” Steve said.  “We’re trying to hide our involvement in helping you and if you get caught wearing our clothes we’ll be in big trouble.”
 
“Besides, we’re about ready to get eaten alive,” the boy next to him said.  “You guys can share the tent with Gabe and Dale, they won’t mind.  You can double in one of their sleeping bags and they’ll share the other.  You don’t mind sharing with Gabe, do you Dale?”
 
“No, we’ll be okay Steve,” Dale said.
 
“We don’t want to ‘borrow’ some of your clothes and go sneaking off tonight, so before you go in the tent give us everything except your undies,” the Brent said.
 
“We won’t,” Tate began.
 
“It’s okay,” Gabe said.  “It isn’t like we need them tonight anyway.  Come on in, we’ve got some energy bars and juice pouches.”  He led the way to the tent and the four of them squeezed inside. 
 
“You guys take that one, it’s mine and it’s a little bigger and we’ll share Gabe’s,” Dale said as he pointed to one of the sleeping bags.  Gabe and Dale stripped down to boxers and Dale gathered up all the clothing and started to leave the tent.
 
“Hey, since they have to be naked, why don’t we get naked too,” Gabe said.  He pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them, exposing a pre-adolescent dick and set of hairless balls.  His dick was mostly erect and pointing straight out about four inches.
 
“Uh, you guys don’t have to,” Tate said.
 
“No, we don’t mind,” Dale responded as he removed his boxers too.  His dick was also getting hard.  He was bigger and with just a small amount of hair at the base.  “We mostly sleep naked anyway.”  He added the two pairs of boxers to the load of clothes and left the tent.
 
“Do you guys ever sleep naked?” Gabe asked.
 
“We both have sisters,” Tate said.  “I did once last year and I woke up with all three girls in my room and the sheet around my ankles.”
 
This was the first time Blake had ever heard of that.  He had also slept naked a few times but he’d never been caught by his sisters.  He got into the sleeping bag first and Tate squeezed in behind him.
 
When Dale came back they shared the juice and energy bars and talked for a while.  Blake could feel Tate’s dick poking his backside but he didn’t want to say anything with Dale and Gabe one foot away.  He could tell that Tate was still hard and wondered how Tate felt about it.  Before he knew it he was fast asleep.
 
Tate knew that Blake could feel his dick rubbing against his ass and he expected Blake to say something.  He knew he should roll over so their asses were together, but it felt good to have his dick rubbing against skin.  He faked sleep and knew that Blake was asleep.  He heard rustling and gigging from Dale and Gabe and wondered what they were doing.  Then it got quiet and Tate lay there until he was sure everyone was asleep.  He squeezed tighter to Blake and rocked slowly back and forth, feeling is dick rubbing against Blake’s ass cheeks.  He knew he should stop but it felt so good he continued until, quite unexpectedly, he suddenly ejaculated time after time.  It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had and it left him exhausted and depleted.  He fell asleep wondering how he was going to be able to clean Blake’s backside without waking him.
 
He woke up needing to pee immediately.  He was alone in the tent.  He spent a moment looking for anything to wear before the need to pee overrode his desire for modesty.
 
“Well, look who is up,” Dale said with a smile when Tate exited the tent.  He and Gabe were both naked as they worked on stoking up the fire.  It was freezing cold outside with the temperature in the fifties and a gentle wind blowing.
 
“Where’s Blake,” he asked as he stepped into the trees to empty his bladder.
 
“He’s washing up down by the creek,” Gabe said.  “It seems somebody had a wet dream last night.”  Gabe and Dale were both smiling.
 
“It was a wet dream, wasn’t it?” Dale asked.
 
“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tate said, but he could see that they didn’t believe him.  “Is he pissed at me?”
 
“He didn’t seem to be, maybe just slightly confused,” Dale said.  “You shot one hell of a load into his ass.”
 
“Just his cheeks, not his ass,” Tate bleared out before he realized what he just admitted to.  “I mean…”
 
“Don’t worry, we don’t mind and he didn’t seem pissed to me,” Gabe said.  “If you’re done peeing help us get some wood because he’s going to be freezing when he gets back.”
 
There was a stack of fire wood just outside the perimeter of the camp and Tate grabbed as much as he could carry.  “Are your brother’s up yet?”
 
“Up and gone,” Dale said.  “Which is a slight problem because they took all the clothes with them.  The four of us are stuck here naked until they get back.”
 
Blake showed up wet from the waist down and shivering.
 
“I’m sorry,” Tate began.
 
“Don’t worry about it,” Blake said.  “It happens.  You should see the mess I left inside the sleeping bag.”
 
“Not the first time that’s happened,” Dale said.  “Won’t be the last time either.”  He and Gabe laughed.
 
They huddled around the fire until it was hot enough to drive them further back and watched the sun rise above the tree line.
 
“Any idea where the older boys went?” Tate asked.  “You don’t think they would turn us in, do you?”
 
“Naw, they wouldn’t do that,” Gabe said. “But they did order us to teach you the national anthem.  Something about how some people will use it to help because if you know it then it shows you care about Canada.  I guess we should get to work on it.”
 
“We already know it, we sing it in school,” Tate said.
 
“Really?  Why would you sing O Canada in your school?”
 
“Oh, you meant your anthem,” Tate said as he blushed.  “I don’t think we know that.”
 
“Okay, it isn’t hard to learn,” Gabe said.  “The first line is ‘O Canada, our home and native land.’”
 
He sang it and Blake and Tate repeated it.
 
“The second line is ‘True Patriot love all they sons command.’”
 
They spent the rest of the morning going though and practicing it until Blake and Tate could both sing it.  About noon the older boys showed up.  They had a girl about their age with them.
 
Gabe said, “Hi Lisa,” as they came into camp.  He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by being naked, but Blake and Tate both nearly fell off the log as they tried to cover up.
 
“This is a friend of ours who said she might help you,” Steve said.  “Stand up and let her have a look at you.”  Blake and Tate both stared at each other and kept both hands over their groins.  “Look, do you want her help or not?  Because if not we’re calling CIC and telling them to come and get you guys.”
 
“Did you bring our clothes,” Tate asked as he slowly stood up with his groin still covered.”
 
“You’re clothes belong to me now,” Lisa said.  “And if you want them then show me some respect or I’m out of here.”
 
“Hands to your side boys and stand at attention,” Steve said.  “I’m serious, if she bails on helping you I go straight to CIC.”
 
Reluctantly both boys moved their hands to their sides.  Both were fully erect and shaking, but not from the cold.
 
“Okay, let’s see if you know anything about Canada,” Lisa said.  “What’s the capital?”
 
“Uh, Montreal,” Tate said.
 
“No, it’s Vancouver,” Blake said.
 
Lisa turned to Gabe and Dale, who still sat there calmly but also both had erects too.  “Ottawa,” they both said in unison.
 
“What’s a Loonie?” she asked.
 
Neither boy had a guess, so she turned again to Gabe and Dale.
 
“A Canadian dollar coin,” they answered.
 
“How about a famous rock band from Canada?”
 
“AC/DC” Blake said with confidence.
 
“That’s not only wrong, that’s insulting.  AC/DC is from Australia.  This isn’t going well.”
 
“Uh, we know the national anthem,” Tate said.
 
“Really?”  Both boys nodded.  “Then prove it.  Salute as you sing it.”
 
Both boys gave a salute and began to sing.  They were off key, but made it all the way through without making an error.  They were now also more embarrassed than they’d ever been.
 
“Okay, I’m impressed.  Maybe you are worth of some help,” Lisa said.  “Here’s the deal.  I found your canoe and it’s tied up on the river along with my canoe.  You’re clothes are in my canoe.  To get them back you will paddle across and when you get to the opposite bank you will get out of the canoe and stand at attention and first sing O Canada, hopefully better than you just did, and then your anthem.  If I’m satisfied I’ll land and give you your clothes and directions back to your camp.  If not you’ll be on your own.”
 
“Can we go too?” Gabe asked his brother.  “We’ve never been to the other side.”
 
“You can ride in their canoe if you want.  But you’ll have to go as you are.  Lisa can bring you back when you’re ready.”
 
“Okay with me,” Dale said.  Gabe agreed.  “How cool to cross illegally into the US while totally naked!”
 
Blake and Tate didn’t share their enthusiasm but they followed Lisa along a trail that skirted the swamp they had crossed the day before.  There were two canoes on the bank and Lisa got in one and pushed it out onto the river.
 
The four boys got into the second canoe, which Blake was glad to see belonged to their camp, and pushed off.  The river was empty of traffic.  As they paddled across Blake kept a close eye on the opposite bank to see if anyone would be there watching their humiliation.
 
“Sure is a good thing we taught you O Canada, isn’t it,” Gabe said from right behind Blake.
 
“Yeah, you save our bacon,” Blake said.  “I wish there was some way we could repay you.”
 
“Maybe something will come up,” Gabe said.
 
They glided up to the bank and Tate and Blake held the canoe in place while Gabe and Dale got off, then the younger boys held it so that Blake and Tate could get out.
 
“Go up to the top of the bank and do what I said,” Lisa yelled to them.  “And remember, stand at attention, even if somebody comes.”
 
“Did you actually see if our clothes are really in her canoe?” Tate asked.
 
“No, I wish I’d thought of that,” Blake answered.  “But at least we’re back in the States.”  He looked at Gabe and asked, “What if she takes off and strands you here naked?”
 
“She won’t.  She’s a friend.  And besides, then we’d be just like you guys were only we’d be the ones who were breaking the law.”
 
They got to the top of the bank and looked around without seeing anyone.  Coming to attention, they first sang O Canada and then started in on The Star-Spangled Banner, where they really had problems with the high notes.  As they got near the end, a group of girls stepped out from behind trees.  All six of their sisters and three other girls they didn’t know were there and some of them were taking a video of their performance.  Blake and Tate immediately moved their hands to cover themselves up.
 
Tate turned back to the river to get his clothes only to see Lisa had tied their canoe to hers and she was paddling upstream with it.
 
“Quit trying to hide our stuff from us, we have your whole performance on video,” one of Blake’s sister’s said.
 
“Yeah Tate, you too.  Turn around and let us have a good look,” his youngest sister said.  The girls walked towards them still recording as they approached.
 
“You guys better move your hands or your dad’s will know where you’ve been,” another sister said.
 
“You mean they don’t?” Tate said.
 
“We got word of where you were last night and we covered for you.  You actually had entry paperwork with CIC, Steve had it the whole time.  And Gabe and Dale, you guys are so cute.  Too bad your sisters told us everything about you.”
 
The two younger boys seemed embarrassed as their sisters stepped forward.
 
“You mean we’re not in trouble?” Blake asked.
 
“Oh, you are indeed in trouble,” his oldest sister said.  “And you both are going to get spanked.  But it’s your choice.  Dad can do it, or your new friends can do it.  You choose by either keeping your hands were they are or moving them to the side.  Gabe and Dale don’t seem to need to cover up in front of us girls.”
 
The choice was pretty clear and both Blake and Tate moved their hands to their side at the same time, allowing their sisters and Dale and Gabe’s sisters to have a good look at them.  The cameras were recording it all.
 
“Very good,” the sister said.  After they had done enough looking she said, “And now, it’s punishment time.  We’re going to change things up a little.  First, Dale, you are going to take Tate across your knee and spank him.  And Gabe, you’re to use this belt to spank my brother.  Ten with the belt and as many as you want with the hand.”
 
Blake and Tate couldn’t help but notice that Gabe and Dale’s dicks sprang up as they heard that they were going to punish the older boys.  The boys got into position and with the cameras still rolling the punishment started.
 
Blake was crying at number seven and by nine he was begging Gabe to stop.  He couldn’t see it, but Gabe looked at Blake’s sister who motioned with her hand for him to deliver the last one.  Gabe didn’t put any effort behind it and Blake barely grunted.
 
“Stand with your hands on your heads until Dale is done,” she commanded her brother.
 
Dale was just barely able to hold onto Tate as he alternated hand slaps to Tate’s bright red backside.  Tate had tried to maintain his composure but had given up long ago and was now opening crying.  After another dozen strokes Dale finally told him he could stand up.
 
The two boys stood there with red butts and tear streaks as the girls finished filming.
 
“Okay, now that we have that behind us, let’s get back to camp,” Blake’s oldest sister said.  “We borrowed dad’s truck and you four can ride in the back.”
 
Unable to comfortably sit on the hot bed of the pickup truck, Tate and Blake knelt in the corners.  Their tears had been wiped away and Dale and Gabe apologized for the spankings.
 
“You didn’t have to enjoy it so much,” Blake said, pointing at the younger boy’s crotches where their dicks were still hard.  Then Blake turned his attention to Tate.
 
“Was last night really an accident?” he asked.  “Just a wet dream?”
 
Tate immediately teared up again.  “I’m sorry Blake.  I thought you were asleep and it just felt so good.  I’m not gay and I shouldn’t have done it.  Are we still friends?”
 
“I was still awake and I knew that you were too.  I wanted to ask, but I would have been super pissed at you if you had lied.  But you didn’t.  But if it felt that good, I want a chance to find out for myself.”
 
“You know what else feels good?” Gabe asked.  “You should try a 69.  We do that a lot.”
 
Dale blushed and said, “Shut up about that Gabe! They said their not gay.”
 
“You guys are gay?” Blake asked.
 
“Asks the kid who wants to see how fucking his mate feels,” Dale said.
 
“I’m not gay, I just, kind of, you know, want to see how—what it’s like…”
 
“It’s cool, we don’t care either way.  Our brothers know and they tease us sometimes, but mostly they don’t mind as long as we don’t do stuff right in front of them.  I think when you walked into camp last night they figured we would enjoy a little thrill.  And we did.”
 
The truck pulled into their camp ground and the boys had to duck down to keep from being seen by other people in the camp.  When the truck stopped they looked around and saw that they were alone except for the sisters.
 
“You’re stuff is in your tent,” Blake’s sister said, pointing.  The bigger tent that the older boys had used was set up away from the cabin.  “Steve figured you’d want some privacy tonight for some reason.”  She laughed and the girls went to the cabin.
 
There were four sleeping bags and their clothing was on top of the bags.  The boys dressed and discussed sharing.
 
“You still can,” Dale said.  “The bags zip together and there’s a lot more room for doing stuff.”
 
“Which we plan to do tonight if you guys don’t mind,” Gabe added.
 
“You guys have fun,” Blake said.  “And I believe I will too.”
 
That night all four boys said they were exhausted shortly after dinner and said they were going to bed.  But it was a few hours before any of them fell asleep.
 
 





 

   
   
(The End)