It had only been minutes since Lady Trisha had left me to nature but is seemed like hours. Every little sound was magnified in my mind. I felt small insects crawling along my arms and up the inside of my legs. Every little sound was amplified in my mind. I was sure that imminent attack was only moments away. I could hear the sound of a small brook or stream running in the distance to my left and behind me. It was from that direction that the first sounds of twigs snapping came. I heard something stop by the stream as silence fell. Then, it was on the move again. I heard more twigs snapping and the rustling of brush as it was pushed aside. The sounds seemed to be inching closer through the brush as something big seemed to be approaching my clearing slowly from behind. I squirmed while trying to free myself from the perch that Lady Trisha had set me on. In the back of my mind, I knew that I would pay for trying to escape when Lady Trisha had a chance to view the tape.
Little did I know that through the wonders of modern telecommunication, She was watching my predicament through the camera’s eye from the relative safety and comfort of Her living room. She could hear the sounds approaching and saw me beginning to squirm in an effort to escape the inevitable. From Her vantage point, She was the first one to see the buck break from cover on the edge of my clearing. It was hard to tell through the camera lens but it seemed to stand almost 8 feet tall with 8 or 10 points. It stood on the edge of the clearing with its head raised high as if trying to identify a scent wafting through the air.
Even if the sounds had not come from behind me, I could see nothing because of the blindfold. I knew that whatever it was had stopped moving, however, as silence once again fell over my clearing. After what seemed like hours of painful silence, I heard the first tell-tale signs of the beast advancing on me from behind. I tried to turn my head to the left to catch some glimpse of what was approaching but Lady Trisha knew Her ropes well and had secured the blindfold so that not even light could filter in. My face and mouth were permanently affixed in a forward stare that I could not break or squirm free of. The footfalls continued to gingerly move towards me as my heart beat loudly in my ears. It was then that I noticed the scent of the beast. It was a strong musky odor with a hint of urine and another pungent yet unidentifiable odor. The sounds seemed to sway slowly from my left to right side and back as the beast moved cautiously forward.
I was startled when the animal first touched the inside of my left leg. The touch was soft but whatever was touching me was prickly like the bristles of a hair brush. Then something slimy reached out and stroked the inside of my leg from just above my knee to half way up my thigh. The touches became bolder and bolder as the slimy strokes slowly moved their way up my leg to my asshole. I heard what sounded like pawing or scuffing at the ground behind me as the slimy stroking of what I know now was the animal’s tongue was intermittently broken by sudden and loud snorts. Then and without warning, the tongue disappeared amid a loud and prolonged snort that raised in both pitch and height behind me followed immediately by a heavy weight dropping onto the wool blanket on my back. The weight forced the air out of my lungs as if I had been punched in the stomach.
As I struggled to get air back into my lungs, the heavy weight on my back was moving furiously around as the beast tried to regain his balance. The weight eased up as the animal found his footing on the blanket extending over the solid tree trunk that now supported us both. The only weight remaining was on the area from the small of my back down to my legs. Despite the wool blanket separating us, I still felt the animal squirming around as it seemed to pushing itself higher on the log. It was then that I felt something new brushing the cheeks of my ass. It was slimy and felt like a small rubber ball being rubbed over my ass cheeks. It seemed to squirm around aimlessly as the animal continued pulling itself onto the tree trunk. It seemed to find its target at my asshole as the animal squirmed still further forward. At that point, the pressure on my asshole started to build. What had felt like a small rubber ball rubbing the cheeks of my ass seemed to grow in size to a baseball, softball and bowling ball as the pressure built.
The pressure gave way in a searing moment of pain as the animals hard hairy cock entered my asshole. It felt like the large end of a baseball bat being forced into a hole that was ill equipped to handle the demands. The pain surged up my spine and out my mouth wit a grunted scream that did nothing to halt the fervor with which the animal was pumping. With time (5 or 10 minutes) the pain began to ease. I’d like to say it was replaced by a numbness or even a pleasant sensation as the animals cock rubbed my prostate but the animal was not done. It seemed that the baseball bat was deceptively long. It was turning out to be more like a telephone pole being extended deeper into the depths of my bowels. As the animal finally found bottom, there was still one more surprise to come. As my ass adjusted to the forces being applied, the telephone pole seemed to blossom at one end splaying out like an umbrella opening to stop the rain.
I had only read about how an animal knots as it nears the moment of release. At this point, it felt more like someone was inflating a very large and hard balloon deep in my bowels. The feeling was eerily unpleasant but bearable. Hear I lay tied securely to a tree in a small clearing with a heavy yet bearable weight bearing down on me from above and a sharper yet equally bearable pain pounding into me from behind. Time seemed to tick by very slowly as the animal drove itself repeatedly into my overstuffed and very sore ass. All of a sudden, all movement stopped as I felt like I had sprung a leak inside. Humorously, I was reminded at this moment of a scene from the Woody Allen film “Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex.” In one scene a large number of characters dressed in white suits with tails stream single file towards an exit screaming “Let’s go make babies.” One of them had previously expressed concern about the possibility of them streaming to their death as they each in order stuck the stretched rubber barrier of a condom. This animal had no condom but the inside of by large intestine stretched as it was acted like a trampoline as his seed struck deep into my bowels and trickled around the side. There would be no babies today.
It took some time for the animals knot to abate enough for his deflated cock to slowly dribble out of my ass. As it did, a steady stream ran out with it. It must have made quite a large puddle on the ground under my ass. Just like every man in a similar position, the animal now sated quickly returned to its previous activities as his sounds trailed off into the woods behind me. In Her living room, my Mistress was also coming down from what had been Her 5th orgasm in the last half hour. She clearly enjoyed seeing Her slave debased in this manner. Suspecting there might be a short respite before the next animal appeared, She got up to tend to other important matters.
What She did not know was that the sounds and scents of copulation had attracted others. As the retreating sounds of my first date moved off into the wilderness, they were replaced by similar sounds approaching the clearing from the opposite direction.
Had my Mistress remained to watch Her slaves further debasement, She would have witnessed the entrance of another buck. This time it was clearly a younger buck standing approximately 6 feet tall with 6 or 8 points. As with my first date, this buck approached his partner slowly and cautiously with his head held high to watch for danger. As the animal approached from the front, the sounds seemed louder in my ears. This probably arose from the animal’s approach to my head and not my ass. As before, the first touch was a soft yet bristly brush of my left cheek. This time it was the cheek on my face and not my ass. As the stroking continued, I experienced a growing fear of being choked by the invasion of this animal’s cock into my throat. What if it knotted while wedged deeply in my throat? I would certainly choke to death. With Lady Trisha no longer watching from the comfort of Her living room, this was certainly a very real possibility. Somehow I managed to keep my sense of humor, however, as I clearly remembering thinking, “this gives a whole new meaning to turning the other cheek.”
