Catch Me: Hunted down in the woods
My boyfriend likes to chase me and I love to run from him. When he catches me, I don't make it easy for him.
Summer in the depths of the forest was different than the sweltering apartment we owned in the city. It was a long drive to my boyfriend's family cabin, but we tried to make it out as often as possible to escape the heat. The structure of hewn logs kept a moderately cool interior.
We had plans for tonight, so we had an early light dinner. Neither of us needed to be weighed down with a heavy meal. We were celebrating. I'd gotten a promotion at work.
My cock stirred, thinking about how the next hours were going to unfold. We were both athletic, working out every day, making us evenly matched for what was to come.
Two things happened at the beginning of the summer. My boyfriend, Chris, told me he was an expert tracker, spending time hunting with his dad his entire life.
The second thing, quite by accident, Chris and I were goofing around outside, playing keep away with a football when I took off into the forest, running away from him, laughing.
The closer Chris came to me, the more I ran. Eventually, I lost sight of him. Until he came out of nowhere and knocked me off my feet. My cock thickened as it was crushed against the ground. No matter how hard I struggled, Chris kept me pinned.
I nearly dropped the plate I was drying.
Chris had hauled down my shorts and fucked me like an animal in heat.
"You all right, big guy?" Chris rubbed my back between my shoulder blades.
"Looking forward to tonight."
He snickered beside me. "You'll never outrun me. Gonna rut you into the ground."
A trembling shiver ran up my spine. The game as always was if I managed to keep away from him until the sun went down, he would let me fuck him. It was an incredible incentive.
But if he caught me …
It was the thrill of the chase I loved best. Knowing Chris was tracking me through the forest. Hunting me like a wild beast. Turning me into prey … our game of Catch Me completed me in ways I never knew I needed. We'd fine tuned it over the past few weekends.
With the dishes done, Chris led the way to the large storage shed on the property. This was the starting point. Years ago, Chris' dad had kept a couple of dogs in the close space.
As soon as we walked inside, I shed my shirt and threw it onto a workbench. I slipped my shoes off, but only for long enough to remove my shorts and underwear, then I put my shoes back on. I'd need them to protect my feet for the chase.
"Come here," Chris said and motioned me toward him. My aching trapped dick expanded within my new stainless steel chastity cage, as I stepped toward him. He cupped his palm on it.
"You love this, don't you?" he whispered against my cheek as he stroked my balls and the small amount of exposed flesh peeking out from between the curved metal rods.
I shuddered with excitement. "So much."
"Mm." He turned to one of the kennels the dogs had been kept in and unhooked a collar from the metal mesh. It was sized for my neck. I closed my eyes as he buckled it in place.
I reached up as I opened my eyes and fingered the tag on the collar. Engraved on the metal was the word, Dirt. It summed up how I felt when Chris inevitably caught me.
He opened the kennel he had retrieved the collar from and cocked his chin toward it. This kennel was mine. I'd be kept here until Chris was ready to hunt me.
I stepped inside. The kennel was approximately four feet across, eight feet deep, and seven feet high. Plenty of space for my bulky six-foot-two frame.
In the back corner was an old dirty dog bed. I obediently went over to it and knelt on its worn surface. The cushioning was long since gone.
"Rest up," Chris said as he shut the kennel door. "I might be up to hunting you tonight."
That was part of the game, too. Sometimes he left me out here for hours and there was no chase. I would curl up on the dog bed and do my best to keep from shivering as the heat of the day retreated, replaced with cool night air. Eventually, he'd let me back in the cabin.
Even that experience made my cock swell. The strict rule, though … I wasn't to touch my caged dick, fat balls, or pleading hole. They belonged to Chris. Only he could touch them.
When Chris left the shed and shut the door, it fell into darkness. The only light was the sun infiltrating the space between small gaps in the structure's wooden boards.
I sat on the dog bed and looked around. The cobwebs had thickened since last weekend. Sometimes mice would run through my kennel. I picked at some strands of the thick layer of hay Chris kept strewn on the cold and rough cement floor for me. I was allowed some comfort.
Thankfully, it only felt like an hour passed when Chris pulled open the door. He had an animalistic and hungry look in his eyes. Even licked his lips as he looked at me. In his hands, he held a metal dog dish. He opened my kennel and set it on the floor in the front corner.
"Hydrate," he said.
On hands and knees, I crawled to the bowl and did my best to drink some of the cold water by lapping it up; the tag on my collar made a tinging sound against the metal dish as I drank.
Chris stepped back from the kennel door, pulled out his phone, and started tapping his index finger on it. I rose to my feet. He'd be setting his timer. I would have a two-minute head start.
He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Go."
I took off running through the open door, headed for the forest on the backside of the cabin. Last weekend, I ran around one side of the small lake on the property and got caught up in brambles that tore my bare skin to pieces. Tonight, I was taking a direction I'd never been before.
I did my best to run as flat-footed as possible. I knew it was pointless. Every time I changed direction; I knew my shoes would leave a divot that Chris would be able to spot. I started on a thin animal trail then veered off the trail and bound through a thick field of ferns.
They were massive and brushed my naked inner thighs. The crushed foliage was necessary if I was going to reach the creek which should be ahead of me. It would slow Chris down searching for where I exited the creek. After ten minutes of running, I reached the water and eased into it.
My heart thundered as I looked over my shoulder. He'd be on me soon.
The water, its origins high up in the mountains, was freezing cold. The biting water came partway up my calves. Moving quickly, but careful not to twist an ankle, I headed up the creek.
If Chris reached the creek in the next few seconds, he'd be able to see me unless I reached the bend I could see ahead. Even then, he would be able to hear me wading. I hurried along and found a rocky area along the bank that would hide my exit. I was careful not to shift any rocks.
"You better run, Dirt," Chris' voice called out from the distance.
My heart felt as if it jumped into my throat. My fingers tingled as a mix of panic and excitement set in. I took off running. This time, I stayed off any trails, opting to run through the gaps in the immense evergreens. Occasionally, a fallen tree crossed my path. I was careful as I climbed over them, attempting to avoid dislodging any of the dry bark and delicate moss.
I ran flat out every time I had a clear path until my lungs started burning and my breathing grew heavy—panting. The cooling air swept past my naked body covered in beading sweat.
Fuck.
I came to a jogging stop. Straight ahead of me was a field of thick mud. If I went straight through it, my deep footprints would be more than obvious. I scanned the edge of the obstacle looking for an escape. To either side, I couldn't see where the mud ended.
I took a chance and dashed to the left. In the distance, I could hear Chris' pounding feet on the forest floor. He was catching up with me. I dodged clumps of huckleberry bushes, my sight practically blind as my flight response really kicked in. My body desperate to get away.
When my foot sank up to my ankle in mud, I nearly cried. I barely had time to brace myself when Chris crashed into me and tackled me into the dark, wet, thwarting element to my escape.
It was cold on my chest and abs. I planted my hands, dug my knees in, and tried to throw him off, but Chris had a size advantage over me. Taller and heavier. He gripped the back of my neck and forced my cheek into the mud. It was wet and smelled of decaying plant matter.
I kept trying to escape. There were times when I'd gotten away from him. But the thick mud was making it difficult to gain any purchase on the ground. I growled as I fought to free myself.
Chris laughed above me as he secured me, his free hand busy behind my ass, freeing his cock from his shorts. He moved his forearm to my upper back to keep me pressed into the muck.