Hunter's Prey

The annual Pup hunt was a highlight of the FetDom social calendar. It was supposed to be secret, but, like most things, if you knew the right people, or were looking for ways to escape a pretty restricted future, you could ‘hear’ about it if you kept your ears open in the right places. It took me two years to find out where to hang out, and then a lot of preparation before I did so. You see, this hunt is different. It doesn’t involve horses, hounds, foxes or any other ‘wild’ life. It’s all about Doms hunting Subs needing a master. The Doms hunt candidates in the fetish bars and clubs around several cities, and the ‘chosen’ are then approached and invited to take part. Those that agree can expect a reward and there is a prize for the last one to be taken in the hunt which takes place on a very large private estate in a remote area away from prying eyes. 

To make it more fun, the Subs are all dressed in a fetish ‘theme’ outfit for the particular day’s hunt, or, if they wish to take a role in a longer term game, may submit to wearing an outfit selected for them by a Dom who wishes to find a Sub with a long term relationship in mind. It was this last option that interested me, and I laid my plans carefully. I frequented places where I’d learned candidates were sometimes approached. I worked out and built my physique and trawled my body on the right beaches in a bathing suit that showed off my assets. I even hitchhiked and used my meagre savings to reach the nearest town to the estate the hunt was rumoured to be based on, then spent a week exploring the wild country in an effort to learn the terrain. Of course there was always a risk I was in the wrong place, but it gave me experience and focus and, eventually, paid.

The pick up line was as old as the hills, but I was lonely. It had been a rough week and I had come to The Zone, a themed restaurant and bar club, looking for a bit of company, a drink or two, and perhaps a hook-up for the night. It had three attractions, the clientele, the food (when I could afford it) and it was quiet. Work sucked, my rent was due, my boss was a shit and had underpaid me — again — for the week, making sneering comments about ‘fags’ being cheap and worthless. So the good looking guy who slid his leather jeans onto the barstool next to mine got my attention. Those jeans had to be worth about four weeks wages.

“What’s a nice guy like you doing alone?” His voice had a touch of growl to it as he eyed my worn, but clean and tight fitting PVC jeans. 

I smiled half-heartedly at the corny pick-up and shrugged. “So far no one’s invited me to anything better.” I nodded toward his leather clad jeans. “Nice jeans. Tailor made?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Made to measure.” He waved toward my nearly empty glass. “Can I get you something? You look like you could use one.”

I met his eyes. “Thanks. It’s been a tough week, and a shit of a day. I’ll have an alcohol-free beer.”

His eyebrows rose. “Alcohol-free?” He smiled. “OK. You don’t drink?”

I grinned. “I do, but I don’t like getting drunk. It spoils everything else, so I try to stay sober.” I shrugged again. “Besides, with the shithead I work for, turning up hung over just gives him another excuse to take it out of me and dock more money from my pay.”

He frowned. “Sounds like someone who needs teaching.” He paid for the beers and settled. “Cheers.” He raised his glass and I lifted mine. “As it happens, I’m on my own tonight. Care to join me for a meal?”

I smiled, my mood lifting. “Sure.” Even if this led nowhere, the prospect of being laid by this guy wasn’t unattractive, and now I had the evening to work toward that. “I’d like that. I’m not good at keeping my own company — it gets boring.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He turned in his seat and leaned his back against the bar surveying the other patrons. As usual, The Zone attracted leather and rubber lovers, one reason I came here. The dress code was quite strict, and my PVC imitations only just made it through the door. And then, only because the Bouncer owed me a favour or two. “I’m Pete.” He grinned at me. “I’ve seen you here a few times, and couldn’t help notice you’re a loner.”

I turned to look at him, then dropped my eyes. “Yeah. That’s me, but not from choice - being alone I mean. I’m Pat, by the way, or ‘That bastard fag’ to my boss, or ‘that fucking little deviant’ to my folks and a whole lot of other things depending on which of my co-workers, former college students  you talk to.” I shrugged and grinned. “I don’t give a damn anymore.”

“Sounds like you do though.” He studied me a moment. “Still live with your folks?”

I laughed. “No. I rent a place — one room with a shower and toilet attached someone laughingly calls a bachelor flat.” I sipped the beer. “It’s OK, my folks and I agreed to part company some time ago, and we keep our distance. As for the rest; I live with it.” I grinned. “If I find the right person though …” I shrugged, keeping my plan to myself. 

He smiled. “There’s always that hope.” He sipped his beer. I’d noticed it was also an alcohol free. “Ever get away from the city? What kind of place do you like to go for a break?”

“I don’t get away much, but when I do, I like to get right away.” I grinned. “Wide open spaces appeal, forests, a lakeside place I found a few months ago, the beaches up along the coast. Love them, the only thing I’d want to make it all perfect is a partner to share it. How about you?”

He chuckled. “A bit of a nature boy are you? As a matter of fact I enjoy some of that as well, but I don’t get a lot of time to do it either.” He straightened in his seat. “Come on, there’s a table free over there. Let’s move and we can order a meal.” He stood and lifted his glass, draining it. “I wonder if the gourmet set realise this place has one of the best chefs in town? If they ever do, it will ruin it for us.”

I followed him, nursing my drink. I knew the place had a fabulous menu, but most of it was way off my price range. I was worried now that I would wind up blowing my entire weeks food budget as we moved into a high sided booth and the rubber clad waiter slipped the ‘Reserved’ notice off the table. I caught his eye, and he grinned and winked as I slid onto the bench. I was still pondering what that signified as Pete accepted the menu and another found its way into my hand.

Pete smiled as I registered the fact my copy of the menu had no prices on it. “I’m paying, so order what you fancy.” He raised a hand. “No, I’m serious, and there’s no obligation attached either. All I want tonight is your company.”

He was absolutely true to his word. It was a great meal — the best I’d eaten in a very long time — and a fabulous evening. I relaxed in his company and thoroughly enjoyed myself. There was no pressure on either of us for sex, and I found myself jokingly telling him about some of my less than enjoyable encounters with one nighters. I told him about my job, my shit of a boss, my relationship with my folks and a little about myself. In answer to his question about the ‘gear’ I liked, I joked, “There’s a big difference between what I like and what I have.” I grinned over my coffee. “I’m into rubber and leather really, but,” I made a face, “until I can find a position that pays a lot better than I have now, there’s not much chance I can afford the stuff I’d like to buy.”

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s always a bummer. Still, keep plugging away. Things change.” He smiled. “You said you were a hobby photographer? Ever thought of doing it professionally?”

“Yes, but its the same old problem. To do it at that level I need to invest in some really good lenses and some other bits and pieces. I’m scrimping to save and buying items as I can.” I smiled. “I get a bit of work from time to time and I’ve got a portfolio if you know someone looking for a photographer.”

He laughed. “You know, I just might.” He glanced at his watch. “Damn. I’m going to have to say good night, I’ve a big meeting tomorrow and an early flight to get to it.” He signalled the waiter and pulled out his wallet. Fishing out a business card, he passed it and a small pen to me. “Write your name and phone number on that. If I find anything, I’ll be in touch.” He smiled. “Besides, I’d like to do this again.”

Over the next several months we met at irregular intervals. Sometimes by appointment, and sometimes apparently by accident. Things at work weren’t getting any better, and none of my attempts to find other employment came to anything either. It was frustrating as hell, especially as I couldn’t seem to find a way to get in on the Pup Hunt circuit either. Through my regular contacts I got the occasional playtime in someone’s dungeon, and the sex as a bottom sub was always welcome and a relief, but my dream of becoming someone’s lover-slave-pup just never seemed to even come close to the reality of my existence.

The one ray of light was I got some ‘modelling’ jobs for a photographic class, and then some quiet ones for a fetish porn photographer. My rubberised image appeared in Strict Bondage Quarterly, Vulcan Weekly, and Dungeon, always hooded and unrecognisable. It gave me a chance to do a bit of my own photography, and the cash to take a few more breaks in Hunt territory. I also bought a new camera, and some more equipment to go with it. Then I treated myself to some of the kit I modelled for the magazines, feeling I’d earned it. I was beginning to consider taking the plunge, leaving my shitty job, and trying to make a living out of modelling and photography, but the sums still didn’t quite add up.

The Zone was quiet as I slipped onto a bar stool in my new rubber, sailor fly, jeans and ordered a J2O. The barman placed it in front of me and grinned. “Your friend was here a moment ago, asking if you were around.” He nodded toward a table in the far corner. “He’s over there with a couple of guys. Said to tell you to join them if you came in.”

I glanced in the direction he indicated. “Oh. OK, thanks.” I grinned. “I’ll do that. I’m lousy company for myself tonight.” Grabbing my drink I made my way over, not sure what to expect. In all the time I’d known him, Pete had never suggested sex, never asked and never pushed. When we ate together, he always paid, despite my protests.

“Hi, Pat. Meet Dave and Colin.”

We exchanged greetings, Dave was obviously a dominant type of guy, his leather and rubber outfit proclaiming ‘Master’. Colin was, like Pete, less easily placed.

“We’re just about to order. Have you eaten?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven’t. I was going to grab a Club Sandwich at the bar.” This was true. The Sandwiches here were as great as the sit down meals — and a lot cheaper.

“Great. Then you’ll eat with us.” It wasn’t an invitation so much as an order. 

For a moment I considered making an excuse, but then curiosity got through to me. “Thanks, but I can pay for it myself.” I smiled at Pete. “I took your advice, and I’ve been doing quite a bit of work with my camera.”

He smiled. “Great. Something to celebrate — so I’m buying.” His look challenged me to refuse.

Conscious of the fact the other two were watching me closely, I grinned. “If you insist, sir. Thank you.”

The atmosphere lightened instantly and we studied the menus for a moment. I knew the thing pretty well, so my choice was pretty easy, but I had to follow the form. With the orders placed, things relaxed and my companions soon drew me into conversation. There was nothing specific, but I had the feeling I was being tested, sounded out, about a lot of things. 

The meal, excellent as always, was enjoyed and the conversation continued non-stop. Finally Dave leaned back and glanced at Colin, then looked at Pete. “I think its a goer. I’ll leave it to you to sort out the details.” He turned to me. “We have to run. You know how it is.” Colin stood and so did I as Dave rose and held out a hand. “It’s been fun. Hopefully we’ll see more of you.” 

Taking the hand I shook it. “Thanks, I’ve enjoyed meeting you guys. I’ll look forward to meeting again.”

They left and I sat down again as Pete hadn’t moved and was watching me with a half smile on his face. “You liked them?”

I nodded, puzzled. “Yes. Yes, I did. Colin didn’t have a lot to say, but he seems nice.” I grinned. “Dave is sure in charge there.”

Pete smiled. “He is. Colin’s been his partner for a while.” He studied me for a moment. “How do you feel about being someone’s sub?”

“I think I could be very happy as someone’s sub.” I shrugged. “I am a sub by nature. I think it would be nice to have a Master who liked me, or better, loved me, and played with me regularly.” I grinned nervously, hoping I was thinking what he was. “It would make a change to being constantly kicked around because of who and what I am.”

“Subs are sometimes ‘kicked around’ as you put it.” He regarded me, his expression difficult to read. “You often tell me how much you enjoy getting out into the country and hiking. Ever tried hunting?”

I shook my head. “No, but I have done some stalking — for photographs — and used to enjoy it in the scouts.” I grinned. “I was quite good at not being tracked or found, and at getting close to my target without them knowing.”

He smiled. “Good. OK, I’m going to make a proposal. I’d like to invite you to take part in a hunt — as the quarry. Are you game?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. At last! “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please, Pete.” A thought hit me. “Will I be your prey?”

His smile widened. “You want to be?”

I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do. I’ll be your prey anytime you like.” I smiled. “But I don’t think you want an easy hunt either, sir.”

He chuckled. “No, you’re right. I want a long and tough hunt, and when I take the prey down, I want total and complete submission.” He paused. “For a full seven years.”

Seven years? Fuck, that was a long commitment. I hesitated, then slowly nodded. “OK, I’ll do it.” Another thought came to me, and I frowned. “Will I have to continue in my usual employment?”

“No. Once I have the dates set up for the hunting party, I’ll want you to resign your present job.” He smiled again. “If you’re taken in the hunt you’ll have no time for it. If you’re not, you’ll get the ‘head money’ and several job offers.” He drew a magazine from a document case I’d not seen. “If you’re taken, you will be appearing in many more of these, but only on the approval of your master.” He held my gaze. “You look good in the outfits you’ve modelled so far, but I’ve something special in mind for you to wear on the hunt. Still interested?”

I smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

He passed a card across to me. “OK, go to this address and give them my name. They’ll be expecting you and will outfit you.” He smiled. “You’ll find I have given this a lot of thought. My prey will be of interest to a lot of hunters, but you’ll be exclusively my quarry.”

I was walking on air all the way home, and sleep was a long time coming, but I awoke tired, but cheerful as I prepared for another day in the shit factory as I called it. I wondered how much longer I’d have to endure it. Not long I hoped.

Work was, as normal, trying, my boss even more of a shithead than usual. At least he didn’t short pay me at the end of the day, but he was surly as hell about it. It being still within the times specified on the card, I hopped a tram, then a bus and finally walked the last bit to the address I’d been given. It proved to be a well kept house well back from the street in a very sparse neighbourhood. I rang the doorbell and waited. 

“Good evening, may I assist you?”

I took in the rubber suited figure in front of me. From head to toe he was covered in shiny black rubber, the only openings being at his eyes, mouth and nostrils. A shaped codpiece covered his ‘tackle’ and rubber house shoes fitted his feet. I swallowed. “Er — yes.” I presented Pete’s card. “Master Peter sent me.”

He glanced at the card and smiled. “We’ve been expecting you. Follow me please.” He stood aside and shut the door behind me, then led me to a small walk-in closet type room. “Remove all your clothing and use the hangars to store it. Then I’ll take you to the fitting room. Did you drive here?”

I grinned as I began to strip. “No. I don’t own a car. I used the tram and bus — then Shank’s pony.”

“Very well. We will have to arrange transport for your return. This will take several hours. When we’re finished there will be a lot to carry.”

My curiosity was piqued by this statement, and my anticipation was certainly evident as I hung my things on the hangars provided. “Thanks, I live way over the other side of town. It wasn’t easy getting here empty handed.”

He smiled. “It isn’t at any time — but that is a part of the process.” He admired my body and my semi-hard manhood. “You did very well to do it as quickly and as easily as you did. Quite a number fail completely.” He gestured. “This way please.”

I followed him down a flight of stairs to a well lit Aladdin’s Cave of rubber and leather gear. He consulted an iPad. “We’re to outfit you for the Hunt. Your hunter has some very special requirements.” He glanced at me. “You’ll need to get used to some of them, so you should wear the outfit as long and as often as you can until the event. If you can’t arrangements can be made to give you the opportunity.”

I nodded. “OK. My flat is very small and overlooked by just about everything around it. Would it be enough just to wear this stuff indoors? If I step outside in something really wild I’m likely to get accused of a Public Order offence by some of my neighbours.”

He smiled. “Yes, we expected that. We’ll arrange for you to sleep here for the next month then, and you can get used to the outfit.” He paused. “The grounds have many training features in them which you’ll find useful.”

This was sounding wilder and wilder. Just exactly was I supposed to be wearing for this anyway? I nodded. “OK, sounds as if I’m going to need to sharpen up a lot.” I hesitated. “What about my day job? I start early - not tomorrow though, it’s my day off.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be taken care of.” He put the iPad down. “So will you.” He indicated a vertical frame. “Stand over there. I’m going to secure you in position so we can get to work.”

I obeyed and a few minutes later was secured in the pose of the Vitruvien man by my wrists and ankles. He consulted his iPad again. “OK. First, we must fit your chastity belt. Your hunter specifies it’s to be the full security version.” He eyed my erection. “We’ll have to deal with that I think. One moment and I’ll have it attended to.” He walked to the back of the room and I heard him opening something. When he moved into my line of sight again he was steering a figure completely encased in heavy leather, his arms secured in straitjacket sleeves, his head totally enclosed by a sensory deprivation hood with an open tube gag in his mouth. He made the figure kneel in front of me and steered the open end of the gag toward my cock. “Relax, Number 46 is a highly skilled spunk eater. He’ll attend to you in no time.”

Fuck! He wasn’t wrong. It was fantastic, but way too short! He had me shooting my juice in under two minutes, and he didn’t waste a drop. I was still trembling and dazed as he was removed, and my slackening cock was being fitted into a hard tube, then covered by some kind of shield and finally clamped in pace to a waistband and jock style side straps. I stared down at the black enamel thing covering my cock and balls. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, even though it was solid and heavy.

“It’s made of Tungsten hardened steel. Impossible to remove without the security code.” The rubber suited man moved the leather encased figure aside. “As you can see, 46 is wearing an identical model, though I haven’t fitted your security plug yet. We’ll fit a training version later so you can become accustomed to it.” He consulted the iPad again. “Now, your hunter specifies that you’re to be a satyr for the hunt. The footwear is quite tricky. Have you ever worn Platform shoes or high heels?”

“Platforms, yes. High heels only once.”

“OK. You’ll need to get used to these then.” He studied me for a moment. “The hood mask has to be fitted first, then we’ll have to take you out of there so I can fit the rest for you.” He ran a hand through my short hair. “This will all have to be shaved for the hunt.” He indicated the five o’clock shadow under my arms and at my crotch. “And we’ll treat all of these areas - you don’t want to keep your body hair.” 

“You have to shave my head? Tonight?” I gulped. “My employer will freak when he sees it.”

“Don’t worry. It’s all part of the test. He’ll get over it and you’ll find it quite empowering.”

Ten minutes later I was as bald as a billiard ball. It felt very strange, but quite relaxing as he polished my scalp with a soothing cream. A different cream was injected inside the chastity device and then more coated my body, my crack and my arms and legs. “That feels good.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it does. After this you won’t have any body hair either.” He moved behind me. “Ready for the hood? Just relax, it’ll be quite tight, and it has to fit exactly right or you’ll have trouble with it.” He slipped the thing over my head and pulled it into position, aligning the nostril tubes and the eye lenses, then slipped a thin tube of rubber inside my lips and allowed it to expand and line the inside of my cheeks and lips. “OK?”

I grunted, savouring the taste and smell of the rubber.

He chuckled and smoothed the neck and front and back ‘tails’ into place, then drew a zipper down the back. “There. How does it feel?”

I licked my rubber lips. “Tight, but good. What does it look like?” The rubber lining changed my voice slightly, but didn’t interfere with speech. “These lenses are good - they don’t interfere with my seeing at all.”

He laughed. “You. With horns. It’s an exact image of your face, with satyr horns attached and, of course, your eyes are now solid red.” He moved to my front. “The effect is fabulous. Once we have the suit and the boots on you you’re going to have more than one hunter after you.”

I giggled. “I’m beginning to think I’m being set up as an easy catch.” I stepped out of the frame as he released the restraints.

He held up a heavy rubber suit. “Well, no one has his mark on you yet, so you’ll be fair game to whoever takes you down.” He smiled holding the suit open. “Of course, Master Peter has his tagged you, so he’ll have the last two days as private hunting if you aren’t taken early.”

The suit slipped on easily, well lubricated and the cream covering my limbs and torso mixed with it and made the sensation very erotic. The only opening in the suit was the through zipper at the crotch, I had to slip myself in through the stretched neck, and once the thing snapped into place round my neck, I was tightly encased in the shiny black rubber.

Stepping back he admired me. “Yes. Almost there now. We’ll fit the boots first, then your new hands and the chastity plug. Then you can make a start at getting used to the feel and balance in our training zone.” He waved to a tall stool. “Sit over there.”

I watched as he fitted the boots. These converted my feet into hooves and it felt like I was balancing on high heels. “This is way harder than I dreamed.” I watched him ease the gauntlet gloves onto my hands, these left me the use of thumb and index finger, but joined the remaining three fingers into a single rather stiff sleeve.

The ‘training’ plug followed. “You’ll be relieved daily during the hunt. While you’re here, you’ll have to ask to be unplugged, but if you need to pee - just find a place and squat.” He surveyed me critically. “Yes. I think you’re ready. Follow me to the training area.”

It took a while, but I gradually got into the swing of walking, running and moving comfortably in the boots. Using my hands proved easier, and the training area had climbing areas, running track and even a swimming pool. I had only his description of how I looked - there were no mirrors anywhere to let me see myself - and I had the training area entirely to myself. That I was a shiny black rubber figure standing on hoover feet and with horns decorating my head I knew, but not what I looked like in this outfit. For the first few hours I focussed on getting myself comfortable with walking, running and climbing, soon getting that  right, but I did find myself wondering how I could be expected to hide from my pursuers in this shiny latex suit. The black would stand out a mile against most backgrounds.  

After a light meal, my host showed me a small room where I could sleep, and an adjoining gym where I could, as he put it, ‘warm up’ in the morning. I slept rather better than I expected, though it was filled with strange dreams and I woke with my usual ‘morning glory’ straining painfully against its prison. The room had been separated from the passage by a barred door, so I squatted to pee and then did some light exercise in the adjoining gym, noting that the door to this was also a ‘jail’ type set of bars and the windows had also been closed with bars. Evidently I was a prisoner here - or a zoo animal.

“Good morning.” The rubber clad man of the night before was at the bars. “Time to feed you and then we can start some serious training.” 

I stopped my exercise, surprised that my initial sweat in the suit seemed to be evaporating somehow - it certainly wasn’t doing what it did in ‘normal’ rubber. “Thanks, I’m sure ready for it. Er, before I do though …”

He smiled. “Of course. Put yourself over the horse there.”

I obeyed and he used a small tool to unlock the strap holding the ‘training’ plug in place, then slipped it free. 

“OK, do the biz, clean yourself, then come straight back here so it can be replaced.” 

“Yes, sir,” seemed to be the appropriate answer as I straightened up and headed for the toilet. I dumped, peed again, then wiped and washed myself on the bidet, before returning to where he waited and bent over the padded ‘horse’ again. “Thanks, that feels a lot better.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, it does.” He applied cool lube to my sphincter, then inserted something thin and rigid, and I gulped as I felt my butt fill with cool, but soothing gel. The tube was removed. “Right, now I’m going to fit the plug you’ll be wearing for the hunt. Ready?”

I swallowed, trying to see what it looked like. “I guess.” I bit my lip as he pressed it against my well lubed hole. “Oh!” I gasped as it sank home.

He laughed. “Yeah. It’s specially shaped and certain movements will give you some interesting sensations.” He secured the strap. “OK, stand up now, we’ll head for the feeding area and you can breakfast while you get used to it.”

Carefully I stood, the thing filling my butt hitting all manner of triggers inside me as I did so. In its prison my cock pulsed, and I felt cum spurt. “Oh fuck,” I gasped. “This thing just made me cum.” I shuddered as another spurt ejected. “I won’t be able to escape anyone like this!”

He turned me to face him and smiled. “You’ll get the hang of controlling it. Everyone has this reaction the first time.” He looked down at the sticky cream slowly oozing from between my legs. “Mmm, looks like a good one. Give it a couple of seconds, it will settle itself into place in a moment, then you’ll find you can move quite freely without - er - problems.”

I sucked in my breath as the thing slipped into a new position as I straightened carefully. Another shudder shook me as a third spurt pulsed through my cock. I moaned. 

He laughed. “Use your hand to wipe your crotch, then lick your cum. You’re to do that every time you drop another load. Got it?”

I nodded, my voice no longer functioning. Trying not to move my hips or butt I carefully lowered my hand, found my crotch opening and scooped the gobbets of cum dripping from it. Then I brought it to my mouth and sucked it from my palm and then the fingers. I had to repeat the exercise several times before he was satisfied.

“OK. That’ll do.” He grinned. “Has it settled down now.”

“I hope so,” I croaked.

“Just relax, it will, and most of the training today will focus on getting you as mobile as possible and in control. OK, this way.”

By the time we stopped for lunch I had, more or less, managed to get on top of the thing. Squatting or bending still brought on a massive ejaculation, but all other movements seemed to be at least manageable. I now had three trainers, all in rubber, and all specialists at aspects of the ‘game’. I found myself learning how to hide in plain sight - even though I was still this shiny black figure in a landscape. I learned how to clamber up a rock face even with the strange boots and my restricted hands, and I learned, eventually, how to move without paralysing myself with yet another cumshot. 

By the evening I was enjoying myself.

“OK, time to get you out of that and take you home.” My trainers seemed pleased with me. 

“Oh.” I’d lost track. The prospect of facing my boss with my polished head wasn’t something I looked forward to. Come to that it was going to attract all the wrong sort of attention in my neighbourhood as well.

One of them was already stripping my hand covers, another removing the boots

“You’ll stay in the chastity, of course, but we’ll take the plug out.”

I gulped. “Stay in the chastity belt?”

“Yes, got to keep you loaded. Oh, and you’ll be coming back here each evening after work so you can be suited up and continue training. You’ll be taken home tonight, but tomorrow onwards you’ll live here. Any problems?”

I shook my head as they began to strip the suit off me. “I’m fine with that.”

“Good.” They peeled me out of the suit and one began to remove the hood. When it cam free he said, “Right, take position on the horse and we’ll take the plug out and you can shower.”

I did as I was told, and had another climax as the damned thing came out. “Thanks,” I swallowed as I straightened up.

“Shower’s right ahead. There’s a towel ready for you.”

I moved in the direction he indicated, marvelling at how silky smooth my skin felt, and how erotic the movement of air across it felt. “Thanks.”

The shower was heaven, but my jeans, teeshirt and loose overshirt felt all wrong now and I said so. That elicited a laugh, and some words of sympathy as they ushered me into an ordinary looking car and I was whisked off to my flat above the chip shop. The driver chatted about all sorts of things, but let nothing slip about my appearance - I noted his head was billiard ball smooth as well -  until we got to the flat. 

“I’ll be here to collect you tomorrow.” He looked round the flat. “We’ll clear it while you’re at work. Anything in particular you want kept out of storage?”

“Clear it?” I thought fast. “Oh. No, I guess I won’t need my kit. I haven’t much anyway.” I indicated my OS maps. “I’ll need the stuff in that shelf though - its my maps and things.”

He nodded. “OK. Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” He grinned. “You’re a sport, mate. A real soldier - and I think you’ll give the masters a lot of sport.” He rubbed his head. “The look suits you - and you won’t regret a minute of it.”

I didn’t think so next morning when I walked into my work. the chastity belt made the crotch of my slacks bulge rather more than usual, and that made my butt more shapely in the cloth. My bald head gleamed in the lights as I tried to walk as normally as I could to my cubicle in the far corner. Several people were already there, and the Boss emerged from his office with a fist full of worksheets as I passed. He saw me and his mouth opened, then snapped shut, his face going crimson as he saw my hairless head. For a moment all sound stopped as everyone became aware of the impending explosion. Then the boss blew his fuses. He flung the papers at a desk and started shouting, his eyes fixed on my shiny pate. He went so spare he was incoherent - then he started toward me his face suffused with fury, and his fists balled. “You’re fired!” he screamed. “Get out - filthy pervert! Out! And don’t fucking come back!”

I beat a hasty retreat, slamming the door behind me and trembling with my own anger. The driver was lounging against the car. 

He nodded. “That bad, huh? I could hear him from out here.” He straightened up. “Get in the car and stay there. I’ll deal with this crud head.” He pulled out his smart phone and keyed a number walking toward the door. 

Half into the car I heard only snatches.

“Yeah. Could hear it outside … Yeah, I’ll do that … OK, I’ll get the info, no problem.” He vanished through the door and I could hear nothing more. 

Still shaking with the reaction to what had happened, I settled into the seat and tried to relax. It was hopeless. Now I really was fucked. Not only was I still locked into the chastity belt, I was out of a job, penniless and probably soon to be homeless as well. It couldn’t get much worse! I was running all this through my head when the driver returned, grinning.

“OK. That’s all cleared up then. You’re due four weeks pay instead of notice, plus your vacation pay and compensation, and your contributions to the pension fund.” He started the car and eased out into the traffic. “It’s been paid directly into your bank account. It’ll be safe enough there - your ex-boss won’t risk crossing us. If he does, he’ll find out just how bad things can get faster than he can shit himself, and he knows he’s being watched now.”

“But,” I began, astonished. “I mean, he’s short paid me almost every week, and always been all over my work.” I shook my head. “Nothing I ever did was good enough, and he never lost a chance to be - well - insulting. What did you say to him?” I glanced at his face. “He was so angry I thought he was going to attack me.”

“If he had, what would you have done?”

I grinned. “Well I’m not exactly helpless. He doesn’t know about my black belt in Karate.” I looked away. “I’d have defended myself and probably gotten accused of attacking him. There’re enough people there afraid of upsetting him to back him up.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just as well you’re out of there then. You don’t need to worry about it. Before anyone is invited to play we do a lot of background checking. We have enough dirt on that twat to put him in jail. He won’t try anything - and, if he does, he’ll find out we don’t arse around either.”

I considered this and then said, “OK, but what now? I can’t go back to work for him - and most firms in the town now because I won’t have an employer record - and I’ve got nowhere to live either if you’ve cleared my flat. Once this ‘game’ is over, I’m going to have a problem I think.”

He laughed. “No, not necessarily. Play this right and you’re set up for life, kid.” He patted my leg. “Trust me.” 

I laughed, my nerves still taught, but with some of the anger starting to ebb. “I have a choice?” I grinned at his profile as he negotiated the traffic. “Thanks, I’ll get over it. I hated working for the bastard anyway.”

“I gathered. OK, at least now we can concentrate on getting you into the right shape.” He grinned. “We’ve three weeks, and by the time we take you to get familiar with the hunt terrain, you’ll be completely used to your new form and know how to lead the hunt a bloody good chase.”

“Sounds like you’ve done this yourself.”

“You got it.” He laughed. “Me and all the guys who’re going to train you. Three of them are special forces trained. You’ll be ready for anything by the time we’re finished.”

An hour after our arrival at the house I was once more suited up. “OK, now we can really get cracking on your training.” The guy who’d greeted me only 36 hours previously stood back and admired his completed handiwork. “How’s it feel?”

I flexed my arms and shoulders in the amazingly pliable rubber, revelling in the sensations it caused in my skin. “Fabulous. Even better than the first time. This stuff is amazing. Unlike any rubber suit I’ve worn before.”

“It is.” He signalled me to turn around. “It allows your skin to breathe and enhances the feeling in your skin. You’ll feel every touch on the suit.” He nodded in satisfaction. “Just have to insert your plug and we can get you started on your training.”

I gulped. I hadn’t been looking forward to this bit, but it was part of the outfit. I placed myself over the padded stool he indicated and waited. As before, he first inserted a thin probe and filled my butt with the cool gel, then I felt the strangely shaped plug press against my sphincter. I moaned as it went home, and had to force myself to breathe deeply and slowly while he secured it and closed the zipper which gave access to the strap securing it to the chastity device. 

“Well done. You can stand up now.”

Very slowly, and very carefully I did so. I bit my lip as the thing slipped deeper and hit all manner of internal triggers, but managed to gain an upright position without my cock exploding. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew. That thing surely makes itself felt.”

He laughed. “Yeah, they do. But we do get used to them.” He grinned as I turned and added. “Yeah, I’ve got one as well.”

I stared, my expression of amazement partly hidden by the rubber mask. “You mean …?”

He chuckled. “Yes, I’m plugged. I was taken in the hunt four years ago. I’m due to be released again next year, but I hope my master will add me to his team when the time comes. I like it here, and he’s a fabulous master and lover.” He watched me for a moment. “When you’re taken in the hunt - if its in the long hunt - you’ll get a choice of contract. I signed for five and the option to be released to be hunted again, or to take my master’s option if offered. You’ll get a similar one I should think.” 

I shifted my stance carefully, the plug shifting and settling where it made its presence felt, but not pressing on any of my triggers. I considered what he’d said. “So, if we give the hunter a good run, that could affect the contract?”

“You got it in one.” His grin widened. “They make allowances for the handicaps you’ve had installed, but if you don’t put up a good effort,” he shrugged, “well, you’ll get some compensation and thanks - but that will be it. A really good hunt though and the prey can look forward to being set for life.” He studied me for a moment longer, then continued, “The hunter who’s commissioned you as his prey is very creative. That’s why you’re in this outfit. Give him the run he expects you will - and you’ll be made.”

The training got tougher as the week progressed. The one compensation was the plug got easier to ignore, but every so often I’d make a ‘wrong’ move and it would bring me to a shuddering halt as my cock exploded and cum oozed out of my chastity belt. Whenever that happened, the trainers would add some penalty restraint and make me repeat whatever exercise I’d been attempting. By the end of the second week even I could tell I was getting damned good at controlling myself, and at handling all the tasks. The climbing wall held no terrors, nor did the assault course, and I could move stealthily enough to get close to any of the trainers without detection if there was enough cover.

The one thing still puzzling me was the tint of the eye lenses in the hood. In bright light they intensified my vision to the point of difficulty, but in half light or near dark I could see everything very clearly. I knew the outfit I was now permanently wearing changed my appearance dramatically, and I knew I had horns now decorating my head - I’d got used to ducking them under branches, through doors and avoiding overhead obstructions by now - but I still didn’t know what it actually looked like.

My reward for completing the second week of my training was to be allowed to see myself. I stared at my image in the full length mirror. A shiny black rubber satyr stared back. 

The third week was the toughest yet. But, I survived, even though the first couple of days I could barely move for the restraints I accumulated during the day. Part of this was because I’d been switched from daytime training to nights. They’d also introduced traps, and for the first couple of days I’d fallen into just about every one they set, until I started to recognise them.

“Satyrs are nocturnal,” the trainer told me. “That’s why your vision is sharper at night. So the hunt will start after you in the late afternoon, and stop around four in the morning.”

I nodded. I’d sort of figured these lenses were designed for night vision. “Am I the only ‘prey’ they’ll be hunting?”

The trainer laughed. “No. There are six dogs, two werewolves and three Centaurs taking part. You’re the only Satyr though. The werewolves are nocturnal, the centaurs are evening and early morning prey and the dogs daytime only.” He finished fastening the latest punishment restraint. “You want to avoid the werewolves. They’ll be pumped full of libido boosters and they are trained to track other ‘prey’, use them, and then leave them as a decoy for the hunters.” He stood up and grinned. “But there will be plenty of other ‘prey’ for them. There are a lot of mundanes taking part this year - the Were’s will have lots of distractions with them.”

I had plenty to consider when I was finally being transported, still in my rubber guise, to the hunting estate. I was familiar with the landmarks, though I’d only ever travelled here by bus and train, and had certainly never been able to get inside the massive security fences that encircled the place. The warning signs proclaimed it to be a Test Range and warned of deadly peril.

“The signs keep just about every ‘right to roam’ idiot out. We get the occasional one, but the lads round them up pretty damn quick, scare the shit out of them and send them on their way.” He laughed. “Sometimes we give them a shot that turns them Gay and gives them a taste for kinky a month or two later. That’s quite funny actually - especially with the rampant hetros.”

I grinned. Studying the terrain we were now passing through I was very glad I’d studied every topographic map I could lay hands on of the area. Even so, it was obvious the maps didn’t include some features that must have been added or constructed. “Looks like this is going to be a challenge OK.”

“Nah. You’ll be right.” His grin was warm. “Those OS maps you had in your flat are pretty good. Bit out of date with some of the stuff we’ve added, and, of course, it doesn’t show the bunkers we took over here.” He laughed. “You’ve obviously been trying to get into this for a bit. We found all your notes and your probable master was impressed.”

I swallowed. So, they’d gone through my stuff. I’d forgotten those notes on the maps and folded into them. I wasn’t sure how to react to the invasion of my privacy, but then it struck me that they had obviously checked me out very carefully before I’d even been ‘invited’ to take part. “I hope it helps. This is going to be tougher than I expected.”

We drove into an underground garage and parked. “No. You’re the best trainee we’ve had in ages. The only wild card here will be the Weres, and we’ll give you some tips on that as well. Now you’ve got a week to get really familiar with the estate, starting first thing.” He led me toward a door. “This evening we’ll just relax, some of the others are here already, so we’ll get you settled in and comfortable, then start early tomorrow.”

“Will I see any of the others before we start?”

He grinned. “Yeah, the Centaurs will be in your part of the menagerie. The Weres are always kept apart, but I’ll let you see them from a safe place. The dogs will be in the kennels and the mundanes arrive on the day they’re to be hunted and not before.” He frowned. “Oh yeah. You’re the only ‘prey’  player that has the use of his voice.” He laughed. “The others - except the mundanes - can only grunt, growl, snarl or roar. It can be an advantage.” He ushered me into a corridor. “The menagerie is this way. Follow me.”

The time spent in the menagerie was useful. I learned a lot just listening to the keepers and watching the guys in the Centaur rig. I’d also looked up the ‘nature’ of mythical satyrs, and found they were essentially fertility figures, credited in legend with being cunning suitors, luring the unsuspecting female into sexual concourse. They drank wine, played the flute and had a lot of sex it seemed. Well, I couldn’t have sex locked into my chastity belt and plugged, there was no wine on offer, and I didn’t play the flute either, so I was going to have to use my cunning on this one. I kept my ears open, learning everything I could about my fellow mythological creatures, and, with the help of the guys leading me through the familiarisation tours of the estate - huge in area - I slowly worked out my strategy. 

The Centaurs were big, massively muscled and fast, despite the handicap of the hefty ‘hooves’ they wore. They sported impressive horns on their heads, but the bovine masks they wore meant they couldn’t talk. Their only clothing, besides the rubber suits we all wore, was a sort of leather kilt  and their impressive genitalia hung free. Their hooves, horned heads and size meant they had difficulty in the thicker undergrowth and deep forest and in the steeper terrain. Their endurance was also limited, so driving them would be a possibility, once they were tired out. 

The ‘werewolves’ wore impressive suits that turned their entire upper body and head into a sort of rubber ‘wolf’. Their suits held their genitals in a position like a dog’s, and both had impressive cocks even when they weren’t aroused. Their hands were locked into gauntlets that gave them ‘paws’, and their feet were encased in boots that did the same. These guys were fast, nimble and damn good at stalking. Their endurance was also good, but I discovered that they had only a limited time on the prowl, and couldn’t swim like this.

“Be careful of them,” my trainer advised. “They’ll be randy as hell, and anything they catch is going to get his brains fucked out.” He grinned. “As a lot of the mundanes will discover very quickly. Mundanes the Weres fuck wind up confused and easy meat for the hunters.” He laughed. “And converted to Gaydom.”

“What happens if they catch me?” I indicated my butt. “I’m plugged, and this chastity thing is built to prevent it.”

He studied me a moment. “You’ll get face fucked. That won’t be good - not for you anyway, as you’re already gay and into our kind of kink. Drinking the Weres’ cum will reinforce your kinky tastes, and put your libido into permanent overdrive.” He hesitated. “The last guy like you who got caught by a Were is still here. He has to be kept in full restraint 24/7. All he thinks about and all he does is fuck, get fucked, suck cock or wank. You’ll see him at the end of hunt feast.”  

I used the time well, working out my strategy, learning the terrain, learning as much as I could about the guys I would be prey to, and who would be preyed upon. Finally, the day of the hunt arrived. My release was scheduled for the late afternoon, and I’d have at least an hour between my release and the start of the party hunting me. I made good use of it, first tracking and finding one of the Centaurs, then, when he wandered into more difficult terrain, finding a way round him, taking care to leave as little trace as possible. Heading for a narrow cleft that led to a small lake. The sun was sinking as I slipped down this to emerge on a rocky bank.

Movement away to my left caught my attention and I froze, watching carefully and glad of the light enhancing property of the lenses. It was a pair of mundanes. One of them watching something further up the slope. His companion, however, in the same minimal rubber shorts and hood, seemed to be dazed and his shorts had been ripped through the crotch. The first man slipped into the water and abandoned his companion, swimming quietly away, heading across the lake. I turned my attention back to the second man and saw several laughing Hunters emerge from the trees a little further along the bank. One of them blew a horn, and then they were fitting manacles to the man on the bank. Turning my attention back to the swimmer I saw him change direction slightly, heading into a rocky bay into which a small waterfall tumbled. 

I grinned. He’d do as my target. I slipped quietly into the lake, Hugging the bank, and taking care not to make a noise, or create too much movement in the water, I moved in that direction. It was some way off, but I was waiting for darkness. Then I was able to change direction again, and head for a small cove. Cautiously I checked the bank and the undergrowth. Nothing moved that was even vaguely human shaped, so I slipped quietly from the water and set off for the waterfall. The problem with waterfalls is that they are noisy, so they disguise the approach of a predator of you are the prey - and I was the predator this time round.

Carefully I scanned the area, the IR lenses doing their work perfectly. I spotted my mundane target, then spotted another movement stalking him. Damn, one of the Weres was already on him, and I didn’t want it after me either. OK, so now I knew where one of them was, and where its prey was. Tempting as it was to stay and watch him take it, I carefully tracked around the stream, then worked my way up it toward the hills above. By the time my recall sounded in my ear, I had made a near full circuit of the estate, marking down where the mundanes had gone, where the Weres had hunted and where the Centaurs were. 

I approached my rendezvous with the handlers cautiously, then, on a whim, changed my route, worked around them, and approached from a direction they were not watching. I bowed submission as they turned, startled. “You gentlemen summoned me?”

The guy who’d done my coaching chuckled. “Well done.” He reached up and clipped a leash to my collar. “Come on, feed, toilet and rest. You’ve done bloody well. Only once did anyone report a glimpse of you and there were more than enough people looking for you.”

I smiled. “It was fun. Did the Weres nail anyone?”

“Yeah, five.” He studied me. “Did you see them?”

“Saw one of them. He was stalking a guy I wanted to use as cover. I think I saw one of their victims though. Near the lake.”

They laughed. “Then you saw the guy that got Were-fucked three times. He’s going to find life interesting in a week or two.”

By the third night I’d worked out my strategy. The moon was now waning, so the Weres would have been confined to an even shorter period, but, to my relief, both had been captured early that evening. I’d seen the one snared, and learned of the other’s capture near the end of my run. My strategy now had crystallised - find Dave and his Ghillies and stalk them. This was how I heard the second Were had been taken.

As part of my strategy, I was also locating and ‘driving’ some of the still free mundanes toward hunting parties and, when I encountered them, enticing the Centaurs to follow me into areas where they made enough disturbance to attract attention and I could slip away behind the hunters. It almost resulted in me walking straight into a trap after the first Centaur was captured. Focussed on the group subduing and restraining him - I spotted Dave and his companions only just in time.

“Your Satyr is a cunning bastard, Master. He’s playing with us. Look, he’s led the Centaur this way - and sprung the trap on him.”

“I knew he’d give me a good chase,” I heard Dave say, his voice sending a shiver of desire through me as I tried not to move. “He’s around here somewhere. Close is my guess.” He looked in the direction of my hiding place. “And after six weeks in that belt and with the special plug, I’m going to have a lot of fun fucking him into total submission!”

I bit my lip as a small movement moved the butt plug unexpectedly and I almost dropped my load. Then they moved away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted to surrender to Dave, but I wanted, more than anything else, to be taken by him through being outwitted and captured. Deliberately, I moved into a position that thrust the plug deep, hitting all my triggers at the same time. I gasped, my body shuddering as my cock erupted in its prison.

It was ten minutes before I’d cleaned my crotch, licking my hand to savour my spunk, and getting my senses back to something like normal. Then I worked my way to the lake, immersed myself to wash the traces away. Then I found a lair and waited for the recall.

The fourth night was harder. Dave seemed to have worked out what my strategy was, and now I was having to work hard to stay ahead of them. It was a close call. Twice I only just detected and avoided traps they’d set for me, once only because I’d startled one of the few remaining mundanes into stepping into it himself. 

“You’ve given Master Dave his money’s worth OK.” The handler grinned as he replaced the plug. “At this rate you could be the first person to actually escape the hunters.”

I straightened carefully. “I don’t want that, but I don’t want to just walk up to them and surrender either.”

He laughed. “No fear. Master Dave has enjoyed the chase, but I doubt you’ll escape tomorrow. He’s got you figured now, and he’s prepared something.”

Dave had prepared something OK. Where I’d least expected it. An hour after midnight I walked into it. They’d been driving me steadily in one direction for two hours, not giving me a chance to dodge, double back or go to ground. The cleft to the lake beckoned. With no alternative I went down it, slipped along the bank and then into the water. Taking the same route I’d used on the first night, I slipped ashore in the little cove after checking for any hidden presence. Something shifted behind me, and I turned. There stood Dave, magnificent in his rubber Master’s suit and harness, his hooded head a shiny rubber mask.

“Got you at last, my Satyr. No, don’t run.” He walked forward. “I don’t want to have to dart you.” 

Other figures rose from behind foil screens. “I submit, Master.” I grinned, as they took hold of me and I submitted to their fitting heavy rigid manacles to my wrists and ankles. Then I was placed inside a metal body cage. 

“Now we’ll take you to the trophy reception.” He laughed, “And you can make your full and total submission there.”

As they lifted the cage onto the small hover sled they’d revealed, I smiled. “It will be my pleasure, Master.”

The reception hall was crowded as I was brought in. All the hunters seemed to have assembled to see me brought in. Placing my cage on a low pedestal, the grilles and handlers stood back as several Masters moved forward. I recognised one from the Club.

“Enjoyed yourself?” He smiled.

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded. “You were right, Dave.” Looking at me he continued. “You’re now the property of Dave. You know the terms of the hunt?”

“Yes, sir.” I swivelled my eyes to see Dave’s mask as I couldn’t move my head in the cage. “I accept his full and complete ownership. He is my Master in everything from now on. My body and my being is his entirely and without reservation, sir.”

They laughed. “Well, you seem to have his complete surrender there, Dave. Congratulations.” 

There was a burst of applause and Dave moved in front of me. “Prepare him for shipping.” He smiled. “His new home and new role is waiting for him.”

Fright clutched my gut. What did he mean? Before I could ask, a gag filled my mouth and locked in place, then I was descending through the floor. Hands lifted the cage, tilted it and lower me into a sort of mummy case, the lid came down and I was in total darkness. Gas hissed, my muscles relaxed, my eyelids drooped and I slipped unconscious.

I woke in a brightly lit room, secured to a soft bed by heavy medical restraints. My eyes focussed and Dave stood over me, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think I like this look on you, my satyr. Welcome to your new home. Our home, my private estate where I intend to keep my new pet.” He sat down, his hand tracing the chastity shield still encasing my cock. “But you’ve earned the right to be something special - someone very special.” He smiled. “Satisfied with your situation?”

“Yes,” I croaked. “Yes, sir. I’m happy, sir. Please don’t give me away, sir.”

“Give you away?” He frowned. “What gave you that idea?” He paused, smiling. “Oh. No. I’m not going to give you away.” He laughed. “I’ve worked hard to have you, and I’ve invested a lot into getting you. No. Get used to being always where I want you, how I want you and when I want you.” His hand stroked my still trapped crotch. “Now my beauty, it’s reward time for both of us.” Slowly he unlocked the chastity shield, then began, tenderly and lovingly, to remove the device that had held me prisoner for so many weeks. 

My cock rose to greet him as he released it and I sighed in anticipation as he leant down and kissed my already leaking slit. “Mmm, yes, you taste as good as I’d hoped.” He smiled down into my eye lenses. “Now I plan to enjoy my satyr to the full.”

I sighed. “Master, I am yours, but, please give me the pleasure of giving you the same pleasure, Master.  I want to taste your cum, my Master. Fill me with it.”

He grinned. “In time, Satyr. In time.” His mouth engulfed my manhood and I surrendered to his ministrations. I was his prize, I’d said so publicly. Captured by his hunting skill, and now entirely at his mercy and at his service. And he knew how to enjoy me - and to take me to that place I had so long yearned to be.

My long withheld cum shot was shattering, but Dave controlled it, teased it savoured it and drained me fully. I was still recovering as he replaced the chastity device and began to free my legs from the medical restraints only to replace those with others that raised them and spread me wide.

“Now, my Satyr, for the second part of your surrender, your cock and cum are mine, now your butt will be, and later, you will surrender your mouth as well.” He applied lubricant to my eager sphincter, then slowly freed his own beautiful tool, stiff and proud and clearly dominant.

I bit my lip as he stretched the first muscle, then the second, then he was sinking deep, riding me face to face. “Yes, my Master. Fuck me into your service, Master. Fuck me into total submission, Master.”

He smiled. “I intend to, Satyr. From now on you will be what I want, when I want and where I want it.” 

He rode me with incredible skill and impressive duration, but his final ejaculation filled me with shuddering ecstasy. For a long time he simply lay there, his cock softening slowly as I gripped it with my muscles, trying to capture every drop of his precious spunk. When he finally withdrew it left me with a feeling of warm security and his ministrations to clean me and then insert the fiendish plug again, sent my head into a spin. Then I was being released.

“Come on, my pet. I’m hungry, and I think you are as well. Let me show you round our home.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Master.” I got up carefully, the plug sending shattering stimulations through me as I moved. I was surprised to realise that he apparently had no intention of removing me from the Satyr outfit.

As if he’d read my thoughts he smiled and said, “You’ll remain in that outfit for now. The house and grounds are all open to you, but don’t leave the grounds.” He grinned. “Apart from causing a little excitement among the neighbours, the plug will render you immobile if you cross the boundary.”

“The plug, Master?”

“Yes.” He smiled again. “I think it’s best demonstrated. Come with me.” Leading me outside and down the driveway, he indicated the security gate. “Walk through the gate.”

Puzzled, I cautiously did as he ordered. The gate opened and I stepped over the rail. One step beyond and the plug began to dance and twist inside me, hitting all my triggers. I gasped. My knees gave way and I sank to the ground. That made it worse, pulling the damned thing hard into my cavity. I collapsed on my side, writhing in ecstatic agony. As suddenly as it started, it stopped.

Dave helped me up. “See, unless I deactivate it, crossing the boundary will immobilise you. As it sends me a location signal, I can trace you and retrieve you before anyone else finds you.”

I gulped, cum dribbling from my chastity shield. “Yes, Master.”

He kissed me. “If anyone attempts to abduct you, the same will happen and I can track you. The plug can’t be removed once its activated either.” He smiled and hugged me. “Just protecting my property.”

The shock made me shiver, and I followed him back to the house unsteadily. Now I knew, this was definitely for keeps as far as I was concerned. To my surprise, I liked the thought of that.

Over a meal, Dave explained what he intended for my future. “Pat, I wanted someone willing to be a partner and a playmate, and you’ve shown you know how to play.” He smiled. “I’m going to keep you like this a little longer, but then we’ll run a few variations and introduce a few more games.” He paused. “How do you feel about that?”

Surprised to be asked, I smiled. “I like it, Master.”

He shook his head. “That’s not what I asked, but it’ll do for the moment. OK, here’s the deal. I know you are pretty talented and very bright, so I’m going to sign you up for a qualification course, and I’m going to give you a position in my company. You’ll be paid for what you do, and you’ll get the recognition you earn. That’s for work. Here, at home, you’ll be my captive Satyr lover. You’ll come with me to parties and events dressed in whatever I think is appropriate. And you’ll get a lot of sex - rubberised, bound, restrained or whatever. Now, how do you really feel about my proposal?”

I smiled again. “Master, I really do like the sound of it. I meant it back at the hunt lodge, when I said I accept your full and complete ownership. You are my Master in everything from now on. My body and my being is yours entirely and without reservation, sir.” I paused. “I’ve never been special, sir. My folks never wanted me, my father always said I was a worthless piece of shit, and when he discovered I was Gay … Well, he never lost the opportunity to make me feel useless. And when I started work, my boss found out about my fetish — and from then on life was hell.” I bowed my head. “I was thinking of jumping off a bridge when I overheard someone talking about the Hunt Club, and decided I wanted to be hunted by someone so I could be their trophy.” I met his gaze. “I know I got lucky when I met you, sir. I wanted to be caught by you, but I wanted to give you the best hunt ever. I hope it was - and I am now yours.”

For a moment he said nothing. Then he nodded. “OK, but I want to make something clear. I did a lot of research into you and your history, and I knew quite a bit of that. My own story isn’t too dissimilar, but I was lucky to have an uncle who was Gay as well. He took me in and mentored me, so I guess that made a big difference. I made my choice to give you the chance to be my lover-sub and we need to be clear that I won’t abuse you, and I won’t ever forget that you are a person, a bright one, a loving one and an intelligent one.” He grinned. “And you better not forget that I like a chase, I can be very creative about how I make love to you — and what I get you to do.” He produced a pair of wrist cuffs. “Now stand up, walk around to me and turn around placing your wrists behind you.”

I grinned and obeyed, “Yes, Master.”

He secured my wrists behind me. “Turn around.”

I obeyed, and stood still while he removed the chastity shield and released my cock. 

“Follow me.” He smiled. “Lesson Number 2.” He led me to what looked like a coat stand and slipped a key into it. There was a click and suddenly I was looking at a device which would secure me by my genitals and thighs to an fixed anchor point. “Step into place.”

“Yes, Master.” I wondered what he planned as I stepped forward a little nervous.

Seconds later I was fixed in place and watching as he opened a lid and raised a device.

I gasped.

He smiled. “Yes, my Satyr. You’re about to be milked while I prepare to make more use of you.”

“Y-y-yes, Master.” I gasped as the cold metal tube with it’s rubber lining slipped over my erection and was secured in place. I let him insert a gag and fix the muzzle to my head.

“Now, my Satyr lover. When I return we’ll take your third submission — my cock needs the attention of your mouth.” He flicked the switch and I trembled and groaned as the milker began to caress my rigid member. “I’ll be back when I’m properly dressed for it.”

He wasn’t long gone, returning in an all encasing shiny black catsuit just as I surrendered my second load into the milking machine.

“Bend forward and grip your knees, satyr, your master intends to impregnate you!”

“Yes, Master.” Obediently I bent, gripped my knees with my hands, and then submitted as he fixed them with wrist to thigh cuffs. I moaned as the milking machine continued to massage my now hyper sensitised cock. 

Now he was in front of me, a shiny black figure, his huge, gorgeous penis rigid, the taut glans emerging from the open end of the sheath encasing it. “Open, slave. Accept my penis, Show your acceptance of my dominance.”

Carefully I leaned forward, the massaging of my trapped cock intense, and gently kissed his swollen tip, sucking the drop of precum  from it as I did so. Then I focussed my attention on giving him what he desired, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth, savouring the last of him, his precum and the latex. Eager to please him, a worked gently, taking my time and trying to divert my attention from the thing massaging and sucking at my own cock.

Without warning, he withdrew. I protested. “Please, master! Feed me your cum.”

He laughed. “In due time. Now you will be gagged. Open wide!”

I obeyed, and accepted the big moulded rubber penis and submitted to the muzzle harness that held it immovably in place.

Moving behind me, he applied lubricant to my anus, his finger teasing and exploring my opening as he did so.

“And now, my satyr, your master intends to impregnate you, enslave you to his cock, and his cock alone.”

I moaned in pleasure as he penetrated me, the initial pain swiftly dissipating as he sank fully into me. Oh yes, this was what I had wanted, looked for and worked for. He was right, no matter what happened in future, I was his, and his alone.