The Hunt

The guests were lively and obviously excited. All had their captures with them and I noted that all the captives were dressed in exotic and erotic rubber suits or slave harnesses and all were restrained, though none as heavily as I. Leather, rubber, skintight fabric and variations on harnesses, hoods, restraints and, of course, their genitalia, excited and restrained kept on display. All the guests found occasion to examine and admire me as they entered to take their seats and soon the Hall was filled with the noise of their talk and the scent of the food.

“My Lords.” The Stentorian voice of the Major Domo resounded through the Hall as the last dishes were cleared and wine glasses refreshed by his lordships rubber mannequin servants. “Pray silence for your host, Lord Sinep.”

My Lord rose to his feet and I sucked my gag. He was magnificent in his tight rubber formal dress, the huge codpiece designed to show off his massive penis and I felt my own stir at the memory of his using it on me. “My friends, this year we have enjoyed one of the best hunts I can recall. Most of us have captured good specimens to train and convert to our tastes, some of us have been very fortunate indeed.” He indicated me. “I have had the best hunt in years and the prize was, as you can see, worthy of the effort.” He paused as they laughed and called out suggestions as to my likely use and suggested ‘improvement’ to my anatomy. Finally he held up a hand and silence descended. “Never let it be said that we are not generous in such circumstances. The Mundane families surrender to us and our sisters, their sons and the occasional daughters, to our hunt and pleasure and it is right that we should reward this where it is appropriate.”

There was a general hubbub of agreement at this.

“I have, therefore, ordered the father of my prize be paid the full bounty the youth would have earned had he evaded me in the hunt.” He waited again while they cheered this, then continued, “To that end, I have had him brought here this night to receive his payment.”

I gasped at this. My father? Here? To see me like this?

His Lordship approached me and a silence fell as he reached up and removed my gag. To me he said softly, “Your father was unwilling to receive the reward unless he hears from you that you wish him to have it. What will you tell him?”

“That I am happy, my Lord, and that he must take it and use it well for my brothers and their families.”

He smiled gently. “You are an exceptional prize.” He turned to one of the rubber attendants and said, “Bring in the Mundane.”

My father was clearly uncomfortable in this company and approached half in anger and half in fear. He stared at me and his gaze lingered on my imprisoned cock and my erection, then at my restraints. His eyes met mine and I could see the sadness in them as he said, “I am sorry, my son. I should not have incurred the debt and then I should have offered myself in payment.”

I smiled, not easy with the hood and the restraints and said, “Don’t be, father. I was the last captured and I am happy with my Lord as master. He has been gentle and kind so far. Take the reward he offers and use it well for my brothers and their families – I think I am like my uncle, already beyond returning to our former life. For my sake, take the reward and go, but remember me kindly.”

The silence in the Hall has broken by my Lord. “Your son speaks well. Do not fear for him, he will be cared for.”

My father nodded. Looking at me again, he said, “Farewell, my son. Remember us with kindness.” 

“I will, father. And thank you. Tell my mother and our family that I am happy here.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes as he was escorted from the hall.

My Lord turned to the Major Domo and said in loud tones, “Let the entertainment begin!”

On the gallery a group of leather and rubber harnessed musicians began to play and then the open space before me was filled by youths, some enclosed in rubber and some naked, who proceeded to perform a most erotic dance. I soon realized that the rubber figures were the huntsmen and the naked ones the hunted and watched in some excitement as they performed, ending with all the naked youths being fucked by their captors to the cheers and applause of the guests.

Then it was the turn of a new group who performed another erotic dance dressed as fawns, their genitals resembling those of the goats I knew so well. It was only when they ceased the dance and copulated before me that I realized that they were, in fact, modified to be like the animals they resembled.

Several more acts followed, then a frame was brought in with a youth of my own age chained to it in a spread-eagled manner. He was dressed in the usual garb of a Mundane, tight fitting pantaloons with a codpiece, laced shirt and stout stockings on his legs with his feet in good quality shoes. He wore a muzzle gag and was plainly both afraid and excited as he struggled in his bonds.

“Gentlemen,” Lord Sinep was once more on his feet. “We have a special task this evening. You see before you the son of one of my debtors who should have been provided for our hunt. Instead, his father tried to flee, the debt unpaid, and took his son with him. Both are now forfeit. My servants captured them in Hetaria and brought them back, the father already punished, but the son has earned my special treatment. Tonight he will surrender his sex to me in your presence. Not only that, he will begin his preparation for his new life before your eyes.”

Stepping to where the youth struggled against his chains he reached up and ripped open the shirt to reveal the young man’s torso. A few quick strokes with a sharp blade and the shirt lay in rags around his feet. Then the blade found the seam of the pantaloons on his right, and, as quickly, on his left. The pantaloons fell away in two halves, revealing a well-filled leather pouch thong, now strained by a semi-erection. An attendant removed the stockings and the shoes on the order of his lordship and now the youth could be seen to be well built, with a pleasing firmness to his frame and an attractive pair of buttocks. Reaching down his lordship cut the thong and it fell to the floor, releasing a very eager and pleasing circumcised cock.

“A good trophy is he not?” The question was greeted with a roar of approval. “A pity then that it must be taught its place so harshly.” At his signal several attendants placed a padded bench before the youth and then, equally efficiently, laid him over it and secured him to it.

Now they turned to me and released me from the cage, bringing me to stand before the frightened youth.

“I always reward those who please me. My trophy shall have this one as his reward tonight, and perhaps in future.” He signalled those holding me. “Release his penis and let him fuck this new slave.” He produced a syringe and injected the youth before me, then took another and injected me while the attendants held me ready to insert my eager cock into the others exposed opening. 

I don’t know what the injection did, but it certainly made me burn with the desire to fuck the youth in front of me. My cock sank into him almost of its own accord. Despite my chains and the restriction of the rings on my cock I felt my pleasure rising as I pumped. 

“Look how eager he is!” shouted someone from the side. “A good trophy there, take care he always knows his place!”

“I shall indeed,” called my new Lord. Words I should have known would carry great meaning for me when I finally, to great applause, succeeded in shooting my load deep into my victim.

I was dimly aware of being separated from the youth, and restored to my cage. The rubbewrclad figure attending me, straightened as he rescued my cock prison. “Well done, nephew, his lordship is well pleased with you.”

I stared at his rubber encased figure and he winked.

“Yes. I am employed by his lordship. We will see each other, of that you may be sure. I am his slave trainer.” He grinned. “I think I trained you well.”