By Sorbus

“Ask you politely, Sir?” I said, grinning as another spine-tingling spark shot down from my brain to my. . . smaller brain. “Please, Sir, may I suck you off? May please I take you into my mouth, may I provide you with pleasure? Sir, may I please wrap my lips around your manhood and, if I do a good enough job, would you reward me with what a real man tastes like?” I made my eyes go as wide as they could, doing my best begging-puppy impersonation as I stared up at him. Lips pursed ever so slightly, I twisted my head around as best I could so I could look up pleadingly at him.

He simply laughed, tussling my hair with one hand, and then nodded. His smirk changed into a wide grin, one of total self-assured superiority.

It took me a couple of moments to shift from sitting with my butt in the dirt to kneeling there. I had to get my legs back underneath me and then turn around so I’d be facing the right direction. I grunted when I nearly fell over, because I couldn’t use my arms to help me out!

And of course he simply sat there, grinning down at me. Of course, I wasn’t complaining about that. The look in his eyes, the quirking of his lips. . . I was beginning to doubt my cage-bound erection was ever going to go down. I wondered if it was possible to become so hard that the cage would simply break right off me.

I very nearly face planted into his crotch as my right boot caught on a stick, which threw my balance off even more. I also wasn’t going to complain about that, because that’s exactly where I wanted to end up. But, seconds after I had my knees in place, my balance figured out and was leaning eagerly forward. . . he put two fingers on the middle of my forehead and simply held them there, stopping me from my goal and my desire!

I leaned back, eyes wide in surprise and my mouth fell open. He simply pushed one of his thumbs into my mouth, using his fingers to raise my jaw like he had done when I was blindfolded.

“Boy, you really are in a feral state,” he laughed, shaking his head almost in disbelief. “You really were going to do it, weren’t you? Boy, seriously? Haven’t you gotten yourself into enough trouble for one day? Does it really not click inside that brain of yours that there are OTHER people still out here? You really don’t think that other people come hiking out here? That any moment, some other hikers might come around that corner? I could have easily hidden your roped state by putting my bag in your lap. I can NOT hide you sucking my dick.”

He used the thumb inside my head to shake it back and forth, gently but firmly from side to side. “You are NOT going to suck a game warden’s cock in the middle of the woods just because you’re a horny and caged boy!”

“But Sir,” I nearly whined the moment he pulled his thumb out. “You said if I asked politely!”

“Oh, we’re gonna have to learn to improve those listening skills, boy.” His voice dropped, losing all hint of amusement. He frowned as he looked around for a moment to find it, and then picked up my leather gag. “Maybe if you can’t talk, you’ll learn to listen better.”

“Sir. . . Sir, ple-” My words were cut off as he pressed the gag into my mouth and then buckled it tightly around my head. When my muffling sounds didn’t stop, he tapped me sharply on the cheek in warning. Then he exhaled audibly through his nose and adjusted the tightness of the gag, pulling it two or three holes tighter.

Only seconds had passed, but I finally caught on, as the gag started to bit into the corners of my mouth. My mouth was smashed painfully by the gag, with my upper lip caught between my teeth and the rubber bulbous part.

“That’s right boy,” he grumbled, clearly displeased. “Boys who disobey are given a consequence. I don’t do rewards or punishments. I give consequences for actions. Good choices yield good consequences. Bad choices are given bad ones. My training is all cause and effect. I respond in a way that your actions will determine. Be a good boy and you’ll earn good things. Be a bad boy, and stuff like this will happen.”

I watched helplessly as he proceeded to gather everything up. The blindfold, my phone, and my empty water bottle went into my satchel, which he slung around my neck. He then picked up his backpack and made a cursory examination of the area. Obviously he was following the ‘leave no sign behind’ philosophy. Still wearing my cowboy hat, he untied the end of the rope from the fallen log and he gave it a little tug.

“Well, boy? Get to your feet. It’s time to go.” He raised one eyebrow at me and gestured towards the path. “The sooner we get going, the sooner we can actually play.”

I grunted as I struggled to my feet. It’s really quite difficult to get up from a kneeling position, in skin-tight Wranglers and wearing cowboy boots, especially when your arms are bent and tied to your chest! But before I could even nod or signal that I was ready to go, he took a step forward. The sudden pull of the rope yanked me forward, making me stumble and nearly fall again.

I huffed through my nose when I realized that he hadn’t even looked back! He had simply started walking forward. It was clear he knew there was no question or debate that I was going to follow him. Looking down at my still-exposed cage, I glared at it. Look at all the trouble it was causing me!

“Let’s go, boy. It’s not like you’re going to get to play with it!” His wry tone made my eyes shoot back up and I realized he had been in fact been paying attention to me. I couldn’t help but try and grin, even as the gag pressed tightly, painfully, against my mouth. My cage bobbed up and down as I followed three feet behind him, the rope dangling only slightly in his grip.

We headed down the path, for at least half a mile. There was one point where he stopped suddenly, yanking me off the trail and shoving me down behind an upended massive root ball, the remains of a fallen forest giant that was slowly decomposing.

I hunkered down, completely silent, because I could hear laughter and loud noises. It sounded like an entire frat, but it was probably just three half-drunk college guys. And, much to my frustration and surprise, they paused to flirt with Sir. . . Stevens. I grumbled silently into my gag as the four of them laughed and laughed, and my face burned in humiliation and anger at having to listen to such air headed idiocy. I couldn’t believe it! When had a gay frat established a chapter house?! The frats on campus, when I’d been there, had all been as straight as arrows. . . or at least they’d all seemed that way. Perhaps I’d missed my chance? Perhaps I’d spent too much time in the library and not enough time on Greek row after the sun went down. . .  But now, here I was, having to listen to Sir Stevens laugh right along with them!

I was fuming, my fingers curled into fists, helpless in their knotted bondage of rope, when I suddenly felt him pull me up by the rope X’d across my back. He nearly let go of me when he saw my face and he started laughing.

“Why, boy, I do believe you’re jealous!” He threw back his head and laughed some more, as he clapped his hands onto my shoulders. “The look on your face! Boy, you are adorable. Absolutely adorable. Come here, I think you’ve earned a positive consequence. Hold still so I can remove that gag and give you some water. You need to stay hydrated.”

Once it had been removed, I swallowed eagerly from the water bottle he offered, finishing off what he had left in it for me. I watched in confusion as he then began to unknot the rope binding me.

“Unfortunately, we have to skirt the north end of lake and the odds of seeing people, like those frat boys, is only going to get higher. The county added fishing docks a couple of years ago, and the college men swarm it like flies, especially at this time of year.” His movements were efficient and practiced- it was obvious he was well experienced with ropes!- as he freed me, at least temporarily.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion when he removed his backpack and put it on my own shoulders. I grunted slightly at the sudden weight, wondering if he was carrying bricks or rocks, because it was far heavier than it looked. It also made me wonder what kind of muscles this man had, hidden behind that button front shirt of his, because he’d been hefting that backpack around as if it were empty!

I tried to twist my head around, when I felt the rope being used to bind my wrists again- but this time behind my back. I could feel the complex knotting, and then a surprising tug on the belt loop directly over my denim clad butt. And then I understood- it was clear Sir wasn’t about to let me just wander about freely. As the bottom of the backpack pressed against my bound hands, I realized just how clever he was. I shifted my fingers, feeling and probing as far as they could reach, and realized the backpack covered my hands completely. Nobody would know except the two of us that I was still tied up! The rope even held my wrists to top of my Wranglers, essentially pinning my arms in place.

“And, unfortunately, we’re going to have to put that cage of yours away. We can’t have you scaring some family with it. We don’t want anybody calling the cops, because the only handcuffs I want to see you in are ones that belong to me.” He opened my belt buckle and then my pants, making me wince and whimper as he shoved my cage back inside my Wranglers. He raised an eyebrow at me, snorting at the difficulty he encountered in zipping my pants back up and rebuttoning them. “Wow, those really are tight.”

I blushed and shrugged, not really sure what I could say. I couldn’t exactly defend myself. . . and I wasn’t sure a ‘thank you sir’ was proper either.

“Alright, let’s get going. We still have a mile and a half before we get to my cabin. Now. . . what’s something else about you I want to know. . .” I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised when he curled the fingers of one hand around my upper arm, gripping it firmly but tightly. He then proceeded to guide me back to the path and we headed off in the general direction of the lake. The pace he set was a quick one, but slow enough that we’d still be able to talk. His grip remained in place, and it was clear he was going to guide me the entire way.

It was about 15 minutes later, however, when I started to slow. He looked at me, cutting off a really hot story about a sub he’d played with a year ago. It involved lots of rope and some patio furniture at sunset. . .

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, wincing slightly. “But, I, uh, I’ve gotta stop. I really, really have to take a piss. . .”

To be continued …