The Hunt

Chapter 2 - Preparation

Leading me through to the rear of the Lodge, he unlocked a door and indicated I should descend the stairs beyond. Following me, he locked the door again behind us and then ushered me down to a large vaulted cellar.

“Strip completely, then bathe in the bath yonder.”

I did as he instructed and sank into the warm water gratefully, scrubbing the dirt of my work and of the walk to the town from me with a feeling almost of sensuous pleasure. Truth to tell I bathed frequently at home and seldom went to bed dirty, though, with the work of the farm, I seldom remained clean and my clothes were always soiled.

When I emerged he handed me a pot of pungent ointment and said, “You will be a great catch for the hunters.” He indicated my circumcised penis. “A circumcised cock is highly prized. Are all your family cut?” I confirmed this and he continued, handing me the pot, “Apply this to your body, it will remove the hair from your armpits, crotch and legs. Make especially sure of the area between them and around your anus, all your body hair must be removed for the hunt.” He grinned. “And it will never return even if you are not taken, but it will leave you with a skin worthy of a woman.”

“Why is this needed?” 

“You will see shortly, but it is also easier to keep yourself free of vermin when you have no body hair.” He laughed. “And their Lordships like a nice soft and hairless skin on their playthings.”

An hour later I stood before him again clad in a heavy rubber and steel chastity jockstrap, chaps style boots, also of rubber and with wide cuffs on my wrists and a wide rubber and steel collar locked to my neck. A tunic of loose rubber, lined with soft cotton covered my torso and ended just below my butt, with a broad belt at the waist.

Fingering the collar, I indicated the chastity device. “Why do you lock me into this?”

The Huntsman grinned. “Call it a guarantee. If you are not caught in the hunt, it will be removed. If you decide to leave the designated hunting area, and forgo your contract to be hunted, it will prove impossible to remove and you will have to return to us to be freed of it.”

That made sense. “I understand. It is not comfortable, but a small thing I suppose.”

Nodding in approval, he walked around me. “You will make a great capture indeed.” He stopped in front of me. “You will be fitted with a half face hood before you are released to the chase. It protects the head and face, and it prevents anyone from identifying you until they are close. You will also have a harness pack on your back with everything you need to sustain yourself for the month of the hunt. Do not surrender your freedom to easily, the hunters who take the early prey are those who are not usually the best masters – they are lazy and careless of their toys. Sell yourself highly and you will be well rewarded.” He chuckled. “The best you can hope for is to be taken by Lord Sinep in the last days of the hunt. He prizes a good chase and a wily prey and has a keen imagination when it comes to his pleasure.”

“I shall do my best, sir. But I am not much skilled in this, though I know the hunt country a little.” Actually I was pretty good at stalking, and at hiding from my brothers and others when I had no wish to be found. But now I was attired in this heavy rubber harness, the chaps boots and my groin covered by shiny steel, a steel collar on my neck and the heavy cuffs on my wrists, I feared I would stand out like a sore thumb in the rocky terrain and scored bush I would be hiding in. 

“None do. But this I will tell you; stay in the high country. The easy takings are on the low slopes and in the valleys, close to the streams and lakes. Stay in the high country, where pursuit is difficult and you will find that there are places to hide where a hunter will not see you unless he stumbles upon you.”

I nodded. “I have followed our goats and sheep into that country and know it better.” I did know the ground, but I wasn’t going to reveal the extent to which I had explored it. I half formed a plan to paint myself with dirt, and cover parts of myself with fresh cut fronds and branches from the scrub. I had no intention of falling easy prey!

“Good, then you will do well.” He smiled again. “Now, one more thing.” He handed me a large device resembling a grease gun and said, “Attach the coupling on the nozzle to the nipple at the base of your chastity codpiece, then pump until the interior is filled completely by the gel. You will have a supply of this in your backpack and must top it up each day while you wear it.”

“What does it do?”

“Keeps you fresh and clean for one thing.” He smiled, adding, “And it keeps you eager. It will also keep you growing. The longer you wear it the larger you will be when it is removed.” He winked. “Last a month and you will find the codpiece tight and too small to fully contain you. It is your reward for a good hunt.”

I hesitated. I was already pretty well provided in my crotch. “If I grow much larger than I already am, I shall be too large to be of any use to anyone.”

He laughed. “On the contrary, their Lordships love a large cock, the bigger the better. You will, I know, make the greatest prize of this season!”