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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 08

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By Sorbus

“I think it’s time we chatted about those consequences you’ve wracked up,” Sir’s voice shook me from my post-sex haze. Or rather post-blow job that has me just as horny after swallowing his load as I was before. . . could it be called post-sex if I didn’t actually get to get off?

“Consequences, Sir?” I shook my head, blinking in confusion. “What, uhm, what consequences are those? What did I do wrong, Sir?”

“Oh, boy, that was the wrong response!” Sir leaned forward, grabbing the loops of rope wrapped around my neck. It was a firm grip, not a strangle- it didn’t need to be painful to get his message across. Any lingering thoughts that might be lurking in the depths of my mind, ones that still might question this situation, my place, his dominance, were wiped out. His hand holding that rope combined with the look in his eyes pinned me in place, and yep. . . I was screwed! And not in a good way. . .

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 07

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By Sorbus

“Sir, uhm, this is a cabin?” The words carried a hint of disbelief, because ‘cabin’ hardly described the building in front of us. It looked like something taken directly from Frank Lloyd Wright’s portfolio. This was no mere woodsman’s hut or hunter’s forest retreat. Huge windows, three levels high soared in an angled shape, rising up to a sharply peaked roof. It was built of stone and massive timbers, seeming to grow out of the rock it sat upon.

“Well, that’s what my grandfather always called it,” he replied with a shrug. “But my dad remodeled it and expanded it quite a bit when he inherited it. Then it passed on to me. The perks of coming from timber money, the family business.”

“Wait. . . what? You’re Stevens Lumber?” I looked at him in surprise. “But. . . you’re, you’re a game warden!”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 06

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By Sorbus

“So you’ve gotta take a piss? Well, the world is a man’s urinal. I’m not going to stop you,” his side-eye look at me couldn’t conceal his humor at this turn of events. The grin on his lips widened as his grip on my arm tightened, preventing me from pulling loose.

My mouth fell open in protest as I was yanked forward, having naively thought it would be as simple as him letting me find a tree and opening my Wranglers, and of course untying my wrists! My words stumbled out of my mouth in the same manner my booted feet stumbled over the hard-packed but uneven dirt path. “Uh, Sir, you, uh, kind of are. Stopping me, I mean, I can’t. . .  uh, take a leak unless you let me go! Literally, you, uh, you’ve gotta untie me!”

Was this some sort of test or did he really think my nearly bursting bladder was something to joke about?

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 05

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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!

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 04

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By Sorbus

“Ca. . . Cabin, Sir? You said something about a, uh, cabin?” The words tangled on my tongue. My cage was achingly tight, my arousal making it bob up and down like it was drunk. I felt light headed. . . obviously because all of the blood in my body was pumping down towards my waist.

“That’s right boy,” Stevens said with a grin. “But before we go there, I want to make sure Johnson and Rookie are on their way. I don’t think either of us really want to have to answer the kinds of questions those two would ask. So let’s just get comfortable, shall we? Let’s get to know each other a little.”

I started to get to my feet, but a firm hand indicated I was to remain kneeling. “Whoa there, cowboy. Just where do you think you’re going? No need to get to up. Besides, you’d better rest that ankle some more. We’ve got a few miles of walking before the day will be done. And before playtime can really begin.”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 03

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By Sorbus

“A cougar, Sir? Are we talking about an actual overgrown kitty cat or Washington State University alumni moms?” I scoffed and made a snorting noise. My mouth fell open in surprise, however, when I felt his hand tap me none too gently on the cheek.

“Be respectful, boy,” Stevens ordered. “And yes, an actual cougar. Which makes your choice of activity out here rather foolish. But then. . . it’s not any worse than the reason for half a dozen game wardens to be combing these woods for a cat that was only hungry!”

I felt his hands grab my upper arms, and he guided me over to a fallen log. I nearly tripped over a large branch laying in the grass, but his grip was sure and . . . pleasantly tight on my biceps.

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 02

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By Sorbus

Helplessly, I struggled, the blood pumping so loudly in my ears, my heart pounding so loudly in my chest that I didn’t hear the footsteps come to a halt. My world was one of sensory deprivation. I couldn’t see because of that stupidly thick leather blindfold. I couldn’t talk because that stupidly thick leather gag reduced my verbalizations to mmmpppphs and muffled grunts. I tried to guess what was going on, but I was too distracted by how tight the rope that bound my wrists had become. My panic driven brain flitted from thought to thought: How much time had really passed? Would I get free before those men came around the bend in the trail? Was I actually in peril, or would I just have to endure the most humiliating event of my life?

It was at that point that a voice, a masculine baritone that in any other situation would have sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, called out. “Hey, why don’t you two take this trail that goes off to the right. I’ll meet you at the next clearing. It’s only a couple hundred yards. I’ll keep going down this one. The sooner this fool’s errand is over, the sooner we can head back. It’s muggier than a go-go dancer’s thong out here!”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 01

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By Sorbus

Grabbing my satchel – yes country boys can carry those! – I made sure its contents were safely tucked away. No need for my leather toys to fall on the path in front of some city slickers who had come out camping for a mid-week adventure. . . the sounds of others at the surrounding campsites meant such an event wouldn’t end well for me, especially in this uber-conservative part of the country.

Holding my water bottle in one hand, I headed off into the woods. It was in the opposite direction of the lake, so I was confident that all I needed was a mile or two of distance before I could safely have that solo play I’d been craving. I drank deeply as my booted feet touched the packed dirt. A puff of dust nearly had me coughing out that water – the woods were far too dry for this time of year and temperatures were going to soar. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but the little brain in my locked organ was urging me onward, so onward I would go! At least it would keep those campers close to the water, and away from where I’d be.

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