The Hunt: Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - The Prize

Lord Sinep entered the room quietly and stood for a moment contemplating me, as I lay helpless before him.

“You gave me a good chase,” he said softly. “The best I have had in several years. Now I have captured you, you will be my pet, my plaything, my servant.” He smiled. “The chase has given me an appetite for you that will not be satisfied easily tonight. But now you have evaded me long enough.” He removed his codpiece and released a penis longer and thicker than my uncle’s had been. Like mine, it was circumcised, the head large, swollen and taut.

He knelt between my raised and spread legs. “Are you ready to surrender completely and become my slave?”

Slowly and carefully, I nodded, the chains on my collar clinking as I did so and dragging on the collar.

“Good.” His voice was silky as he drew something closer and then, with one swift movement, raised my pelvis and pushed a rubber cushion beneath me. I was still settling from this when his penis touched my sphincter and then I had to force myself to relax it as he pushed against me.

I winced and gasped as his massive head pressed home, forcing me open as he penetrated my opening. Then, suddenly, he was deep inside me, his crotch brushing the cup still imprisoning my own cock. I cried into the gag as a shudder ran through me and my cock exploded, dumping my four weeks of sperm inside the tube through which I had urinated. Then he was thrusting himself into me with longer and more frequent strokes. Involuntarily, I rose to meet his thrusts, letting his hefty cock massage my most intimate parts.

He wasn’t rough, and once the initial pain of the penetration had passed, I found myself enjoying his thrusts. Had my legs and arms been free to do so, I would have wrapped them round his torso and waist. My grunts and moans of pleasure muffled by the gag, I could do nothing but ride with his eager thrusting, enjoying every second of it as my own cock hardened again in its prison. This was far, far better than anything I had imagined, and I didn’t want him to stop. Then, with a deep thrust and grunt of satisfaction, he released his seed as I shot another load of my own into the tube.

Easing himself down to lay over me, he smiled, one hand gently stroking my cheek above the gag. “You are a magnificent prize, my Trophy. And now you are mine for five years.” He eased his still embedded cock inside me. “Any regrets, Trophy?”

Holding his gaze, I shook my head, and clenched my sphincter round his softening shaft. “Uh, uh!”

Chuckling, he kissed my forehead, “Then we explore your limits to the fullest, my Prize Trophy. You are now mine. I will keep you, teach you, enjoy you. For the next five years, you will be dressed as I decide, do as I demand, and everyone will know you are mine, and mine alone.”

I nodded, conscious of the twinkle in his eye.

“Very good. Shortly you will be dressed for display at the dinner I am giving to celebrate the end of the hunt and your capture. There you will submit yourself to me formally. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Good.”

I relaxed as he eased himself out of me. I liked this, in fact, it fulfilled my dreams far more fully than I had imagined it could. He had hunted me and captured me, and now I would be his prize and his toy. I determined that I would ensure I did all things better than any other. The realization that I was one of theirs made it all the more pleasant.

“It is time to see what you have lurking in your codpiece, boy.” He smiled down at me. “If it is as pleasing to me as the rest of you, I might reward you further.” He retrieved a special tool and two minutes later my eager penis stood erect and proud – all ten inches of it! This was more than three inches more than when I had first donned the chastity device and it was almost twice its original girth as well.

Lord Sinep studied it critically. Then he nodded. “It will do for now.” He reached into a drawer and withdrew several shiny metal items. “Now I shall fit your slave rings.”

I drew a sharp breath as he fitted a heavy and very wide steel collar around the neck of my scrotum. This stretched the skin tightly and pulled my testes away from my body. The narrow fit of the device made it impossible for my balls to retract or for the device to be removed. To this he attached a wider ring, which looped over the root of my penis, and then a further ring linking that to the weighted stretcher and to a third that encircled the base of my penis tightly.

“Those will remind you that you are my property from now on,” he remarked as he began to release the chains holding me to the bed. When I had finally been freed he ordered, “Stand, I will now have you dressed for display in the hall tonight as my prime trophy.” He smiled. “You are the last of our Mundanes and the most difficult to trap. You gave me the best hunt in years – and now the best fuck I have enjoyed this season.”

Ten minutes later I was clad in a heavy harness, a new hood and thigh length boots with almost rigid knees. My genitals were displayed in a steel cage attached to the crotch strap of the harness, with the ‘head’ of my penis covered by a steel moulding which mimicked it exactly. The crotch strap held a large tapered plug in my hole, reminding me constantly of my Master’s intended future use of me. With this inserted me he summoned the rubbermen again and ordered, “Manacle him fully, then take him to the Trophy Cage.”

The silent figures led me to an adjoining chamber and here fitted a steel collar to my neck, then heavy steel cuffs to my upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles, all of these linked to the harness I wore. This left my arms held at my sides and my wrists behind me while my legs were so heavily restrained it was almost impossible to move as I followed two of the rubbermen from the room. It was a long walk and I was near exhaustion when we reached the place where I was to be displayed.

The Trophy Cage was just large enough for me to stand inside it and my attendants now attached more chains to the cuffs on my arms and legs so that I was held firmly at its centre and unable to move. Then the whole cage was lowered through a hatch in the floor and I found myself descending into the Great Hall where a banquet was laid out for the hunters. Rubberclad servants moved my cage onto a small platform, then made way as my captor approached.

“You are the prize catch tonight, my friend.” Moving closer, he gripped my imprisoned cock. “We will celebrate the end of the hunt, and you will make your submission to me here at the end of the dinner. What do you say to that?”

“You captured me, my lord, and I honour the contract. I will submit.” Holding his gaze, I lowered my voice. “And I would do so willingly, and freely, captured or not.”

For a moment he frowned, then replied softly, “Would you? Do you? I am a demanding master, Trophy. Very demanding at times.”

“I know, my lord, but I am willing to submit to everything you desire of me. I accepted that when I offered myself for my father’s debts.”

He nodded. “My Hunt Steward was right, you are a fine specimen, and a magnificent trophy.” He leaned closer. “And from tonight, your cock, your butt, your mouth, your sperm, and your body, are mine, and mine alone.”

I smiled. “I give them freely, my lord.”

“Then you will declare that publicly later.” He turned away to greet the assembling guests, some accompanied by their own trophies, most looking awed and some uncomfortable in their fetish garb.

“Open wide, you must be gagged for the dinner.” The voice was that of one of the servants, and I opened my mouth to accept the rubber penis and accepted the gag. As the gag filled my mouth, I recognised the voice! Uncle Artus? Here? And now in the service of Lord Sinep?