The Hunt

Chapter 3 - The Prey Is Taken

Two weeks in the high country and these words were beginning to concern me. It needed less and less of the ointment each day now to fill the cup of the chastity device and my cock felt uncomfortably heavy in its prison. The exertion of the climbing, moving and the constant hiking, had toned my muscles. My physique, broad shouldered, reasonably muscled, and well proportioned — except for my crotch which tended to the large — had been toned up. Now any flab I had was gone, and my muscle tone sharper. My reflection in the still pool made me smile, I was fit, young, and good looking, even in this distinctly erotic garb. Even with the hood encasing my head now felt natural, and I idly reflected on what I might be subjected to if the hunters caught me. To my surprise, I realised that I hoped it would include a lot of bondage sex, hopefully in rubber or something equally erotic. 

Early in the hunt I had had several companions in the hilltops and one by one they had fallen to hunters, but, so far, I had managed to evade all attempts to track me. It was not easy, though the country was broken and the going difficult. The latex chaps-boots weren't exactly the best gear for the rocky slopes, but the tunic at least provided protection for the rest of me, and warmth at night. As for the chastity belt, it was now tight, and felt as if I had a semi-permanent erection trapped inside it. The nature of the country, and the scrub bush at least provided me with many vantage points from which I could watch for pursuers. I had had some close calls, due in large part to the hood. 

It was of thick and very tight rubber and covered the upper half of my face, leaving only my mouth and chin open. The eyeholes were unrestricted, but the covers over my ears muffled sounds and meant I did not always hear those hunting me. More and more I came to rely on sight and instinct – and so far, it had stood me in good stead. As the days passed, the activity lower down the slopes and in the valleys decreased and I was able to venture low during the nights. I soon learned that almost all those at this level had been captured. Indeed, even in the high ground now, I seemed to be alone.

On this day, nearing the end of the third week, I had reached the high ground of the small ridge of mountains. From a well-concealed burrow I was watching the beaters move through the scrub at the edge of the tree line well below me. I had worked my way through there the evening before and been careful to conceal my passage, though I knew the skilled stalkers and trackers this hunter was using must see at least some traces of my route. 

Carefully I made my preparations for a retreat. I had two routes open to me besides the obvious one before me, which led straight toward the hunters. I could retire deeper into the burrow which connected to a cavern and stream that led lower down the mountain, emerging below a waterfall, or I could retreat into a deeper cavern and hide among the side chambers.

As the hunters began to fan out in response to directions from their leader I realized they had found some indication of my presence. I chose to retreat deeper into my burrow and then found the stream. Quickly I crossed it and made tracks appearing to go upward to the deeper cavern. Then, equally carefully I eased my way downstream until I came to the larger pool cavern. Crossing this by swimming quietly, I clambered up and onto a ledge well away from the exit or entrance and then made my way back to a niche. Voices echoing down the tunnel, and the splashing as they moved alerted me to the approaching hunters. I was well concealed when the pursuers finally entered with brilliant lights and searched the cavern briefly before discovering the outflow and followed this. 

"He's a cunning young devil," I heard the Huntsman saying. "The Master is enjoying this chase and is determined to have him."

One of the others laughed. "The kid will get more than he bargained for when his lordship does get him."

"Yeah, but he'll be well provided for as well. The Master isn't cruel, like some."

"No, but he doesn't like to be crossed either. Come on, if the kid came this way, he must have gone down the outfall." The Huntsman shone his lamp around the walls, and I realised with a shock that he might see the water trail where I had climbed up. He hesitated, the lamp illuminating the wall below me, then, to my relief, I heard him say, "I think he's gone."  

 I waited until I was certain I was once more alone and then made my way back up the stream to the burrow. Moving very carefully, I tried to make as little noise as possible, grateful for the rushing sound of the stream as it hid my unavoidable splashes. As I suspected there was a guard watching the exit. Working my way backward, I found the small 'chimney' I had scouted a few days earlier, and very awkwardly worked my way up it. I was gasping for breath, caked in mud and sweat by the time I eased into a long, low crawl. 

I finally emerged, dirty, above and a little distance from the pursuit in the gathering dusk. Below me I could see the camp and the huntsmen’s fires. With care, once the fires had subsided a little, I made my way higher and then further along the ridge, knowing I was leaving traces, but unable to avoid it. 

The pursuit began again the next morning and continued for four more days. Now the hunt was in earnest, and my hiding places few and far between. Late on the fourth day I found myself trapped between five groups of hunters. 

There was no help for it; my only way out of the trap was through a shallow gully and down a small cliff. If I could reach the base of that undetected, there were trees, another stream and some small caves I could conceal myself in. Above me I could hear a team of hunters closing in, and off to my right, another. With a bare three days to go before I could claim the bounty for surviving the hunt I had to make the attempt. 

Traversing the gully, moving from outcrop to outcrop, from bush to bush, I reached the cliff and began my descent. In the semi-darkness of the dusk I was not sure I would be unobserved, but at least one of the beaters was now searching the gully behind me and I had no choice. I reached the foot of the cliff unchallenged and turned to take shelter in a clump of bushes. 

As I did so a tall, athletic figure stepped casually from behind a boulder to my right and said, “Stand, boy. You have given me the best hunt of the season. Do not attempt escape now, you are taken.”

I made to bolt. Surely I could outrun him? I fell as his stun pistol flashed and my body went stiff in the paralysis it induced.

I lay helpless as the hunters gathered, awake but immovable, aware, but unable to speak.

“I thought this one would be a good hunt, my lord.” I recognized the voice of the Huntsman. “He has not disappointed us.”

“Indeed,” I recognized the deep tone of Lord Sinep. “Take him down to my lodge and prepare him for me. This pursuit has given me an appetite for him!” He paused. “And see his family receive the bounty he would have earned in three more days – he has pleased me very well.”

The hunters removed my boots and backpack, placed me inside a rubber body shaped sack and then placed me on a hover conveyor. I was inside the Lodge in under an hour, long before the paralysis left me. It took only a matter of minutes to clean me thoroughly, oil my skin and pump a dose of a stimulant gel into my cup. Then I was carried to the Lord’s bedchamber by four youths dressed in shiny black rubber which left only their eyes exposed. Their large erections were sheathed in tight rubber which fitted their penis’ exactly, leaving every detail on view. I would learn later that these suits also had an opening between their butt cheeks, leaving their anus’ open for use by their Masters, Lord Sinep's senior servants and staff.

Placing me carefully on the huge rubber sheeted bed, they attached heavy chains to my collar, then to my wrists and finally to my ankles. More cuffs were attached above my knees and then the chains for these were drawn tight, causing my legs to spread wide and my knees to rise. This raised my pelvis slightly and exposed my anus and one of the rubber-clad figures lubricated my sphincter carefully, then inserted a thin tube and I felt cool gel fill my cavity. 

While that was being done, another of the figures approached and strapped a heavy gag into my mouth. Then they withdrew silently. I lay still as feeling returned slowly, despite my restraints, glad the pursuit was over, but wondering what it would be like to be his lordship’s sex slave. While I had many times given my uncle the pleasure of my mouth on his rather large cock, he had never asked to make use of my butt. Now I lay awaiting my captor wondering  what it would be like to be fucked. I did not have long to wait to find out.