My mind jumps back to the present when I hear a twig snap. I’ve only been out here for about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, by my estimation. It’s funny that even after all this time, Bunny hasn’t mastered the art of keeping quiet in the woods.
A smile comes over my face and my dick jerks in my pants. My sadistic side likes knowing he’s out there, waiting and startling at every little noise, his anxiety ramping up even as the tension turns him on.
I creep towards the sound, planning to herd him towards that creek bed once he knows for sure I’m on his tail. When I hear the rustle of leaves being pushed aside and dried branches snapping in a rapid flurry, I break into a run, not wanting to give him a chance to circle back towards the campsite.
Just like I’d hoped, he takes the gentle, downhill slope that probably feels like the easy way out. When my boots hit mud, I know I’ve got Bunny right where I want him. I chuckle to myself. He’s definitely going to appreciate booking a campsite with hot showers by the time I’m through with him.
When I see him just ahead of me, I push myself into a sprint until I can reach out to grab his waistband. Bunny yelps as I throw my arms around him and take him down. I land us on the softer earth along what must have been the bank rather than the rocky bottom of the creek itself.
He squirms beneath me, but I’m able to slip that loop of rope around one slim wrist after a moment or two. I roll off him on the other side, knowing his instinct will be to throw his arm out and try to push himself up. When I capture his other wrist, he thrashes and kicks beneath me.
I know this is part of the game for him, but now that I’ve got him on his belly in the mud, bound and wiggling just like I imagined, my libido is too impatient to wait anymore. I give hisass a sharp slap. “Cut it out with that shit unless you want me to hog-tie you,” I snarl.
I throw it out as a mostly idle threat, but the whimper Bunny lets out in response is so needy, I can’t stop a grin from spreading over my face. “Huh — maybe you’d like that,” I muse out loud. “Every time I think I know just how much of a depraved freak you are, you surprise me. You want to be a filthy, trussed-up pig tonight?” He whines and I chuckle.
After I yank his shorts and underwear off, I clip a couple of carabiners to the loops at the back of each of his hiking boots and attach them to the rope binding his wrists. It’s not exactly a hog-tie, but it leaves him on his belly with knees bent up and arms pinned behind him. The position also gives me what I really want — unobstructed access to his ass.
I’m annoyed with myself for never thinking to tie him up like this before. The helplessness of his immobilization has my cock already straining against my zipper. In the moonlight, I can just make out a handprint I left on one cheek a couple of days ago.
I grin as I unbuckle my belt and fold it over before swinging it into my hand. The way Bunny jumps at the sound makes the sting across my palm totally worth it. I pull my arm back to get a good windup and lay a hard stripe across his pale skin. Hearing him wail and seeing him thrash in his restraints as I land a flurry of fast, hard shots with my belt makes me even harder.
Dropping my belt, I kneel behind Bunny. This whole time, I’ve been thinking about how I can’t wait to be inside of him. But as I look down, the way he’s wiggling from side to side in the damp earth and the futile little grunts he’s letting out give me a flash of raunchy inspiration.
After hiking him upright so he’s more or less kneeling, I circle around in front of him. I can’t wait for the look on his face when he figures out what I have in mind. My cock twitches in my handand I realize I better hurry the fuck up before I get too hard to piss.
My stream soaks the ground in front of him. Bunny lets out a hiss as the implication hits him, which makes me grin. I love the idea of adding another sordid layer to his defilement.
“You want to roll around in the mud like a filthy little pig, I figured I’d give you a mud puddle to play in,” I say with a leer.
A shudder ripples across his shoulders. “Fuck,” he exhales, more breath than word. I’m positive I hear the trace of a moan in there; just to be sure, I reach down to palm his cock.
“That’s what I figured. Knew you’d love this, you fucking degenerate,” I say with a laugh. I give his hard-on a rough squeeze before getting behind him again. With a shove between the shoulder blades, I knock him forward, grabbing his hips to hike them up.
Since his arms are behind him, he can’t stabilize himself by planting his palms on the ground. He’s bent over at the waist, balanced unsteadily on his knees, one twitch away from a face-plant into a slurry of dirt and piss. The rigidity of his posture tells me how hard he’s trying to stay out of that mess, and that he’s in an uncomfortable position. Perfect.
I huff out a laugh. “You look like a bitch just begging to be mounted.” It’ll be a miracle if I don’t embarrass myself by blowing my load in a hot minute, so he won’t be here long. I’ve already dripped so much precum all over myself that I barely need the lube I rub over my cock.
Bunny makes a little sound of distress when I roughly prep his hole by breaching his rim with two fingers, which amuses me. “How hard is this making you?” I ask, my voice husky.
I pull back my fingers and notch my cockhead against his entrance. When he lets out a whimper that’s as hungry as it is pitiful, I can’t wait another second. “Fuck, I have to be inside you,” I growl.
Bunny’s slicked-up rim yields as he swallows my entire length in a single stroke. His low moan turns into a strangled yelp when I start drilling into him hard right away, hilting myself with every thrust. He rocks back to meet my movements, nearly losing his balance and toppling over.
I grab his hips to steady him, letting go with one hand just long enough to slap his ass. “Watch it! So fucking greedy you’d risk face-planting into that filthy mud, huh?”
“Fuck, Jack —” he whines, and the desperate edge to his voice sends me barreling towards my orgasm.
“Maybe I won’t touch your dick tonight. How about I just use your slutty hole to get myself off, huh?” My breath is coming quicker. “Maybe I’ll make you grind your dick into the mud like the horny little pig you are if you want to come.”
Bunny bucks underneath me. It’s an active effort to keep him on my cock. I exhale a laugh. “You like that, huh? Insatiable fucking whore.”
I tighten my grip on his slender hips, hoping to mark him with bruises. He lets out a long, keening wail that turns the smoldering heat in my groin into a molten explosion. My balls draw up and I let out a grunt, my thighs slapping against his ass cheeks hard enough to sting.
“Holy fuckingshit— love tearing up this pathetically needy hole,” I groan as hot, pulsing pleasure radiates from my center and sends a rush of tingling heat through my limbs. I keep fucking him through my release, as if I could drive my seed even deeper into him with the force of my thrusts.
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JACK
