Joe started to knot the other end of Scott’s tie around the skin just below Scott’s watch. The tie was only just long enough. Even when Scott pressed his torso hard against the rough bark in an effort to make it easier for Joe to restrain him, it seemed like the tie was barely able to bridge the gap between his wrists.
Scott’s pulse raced as Joe finished restraining his wrists. Each time he took a breath, his ribs pushed against the tree’strunk. He barely had room to get air into his lungs. He tried to turn his head, but that was impossible too. The only bit of the forest he could see was that segment directly in front of him.
A rustle of leaves from somewhere behind him made Scott tense.
“Sweetheart, if anyone else is out here at this time of night, it’s because they’re looking for a quiet little spot to do exactly the same thing,” Joe whispered into Scott’s ear, as he stepped behind him. “There’s no reason to be afraid—well, not of anyone but me, anyway.”
Scott gasped as Joe pressed up against his back. Scott had heard of people hugging trees, but he was sure they weren’t supposed to have erections that threatened to drill a hole in the trunk while they did it.
He squirmed, frantically trying to push himself back against Joe’s body, but it felt like he had even less freedom than he’d had on any of his other dates with Joe.
The fact that there was so much open space around them only made the bondage feel tighter and more restrictive. It made Scott’s cock harder too. He whimpered against the tree. Everything in the forest was free—every bird, every bug, everything—except him.
Scott tensed as he felt Joe worming his hand in between his crotch and the tree. Scott pushed his arse out, instinctively trying to create enough space for Joe to do whatever he wanted to him.
“Good boy,” Joe whispered. He cupped Scott’s cock and balls through his trousers as he spoke, massaging his aching hard-on, and making him moan.
A moment later, all the sounds of the woodland were drowned out by a zip being tugged down. Everything that lived among the trees seemed to hold its breath to listen. Moments passed, and all the small furry animals gradually resumed theday to day business of their lives. Only Scott remained trapped in place, helpless to do anything as his trousers and boxers were tugged down until they bunched up around his ankles.
“J-Joe?” Scott managed to stutter out.
“Yeah?” Joe ran his hand over Scott’s exposed arse and massaged his buttocks. “You wanted to ask me something?”
Scott nodded as best he could in his current position.
“Ask then,” Joe ordered. He settled both of his hands on Scott’s buttocks and slid his thumbs down the cleft between Scott’s cheeks, pulling them apart.
“C-can’t remember,” Scott mumbled.
“Well, you just let me know if you do remember, okay?” Joe said. He spoke very kindly, but his voice sounded like it had come from far lower than it should have.
Joe palmed Scott’s buttocks again, making him arch his back and push his arse out in invitation. Joe pulled Scott’s checks apart, completely exposing his hole.
The only warning Scott received was a breath of air brushing against his arse. It wasn’t enough of a warning. Scott let out a startled yelp as Joe circled his hole with his tongue.
Scott jerked away in surprise, then swayed back. His body seemed unable to decide if it wanted to be shocked or merely completely thrilled at receiving such an unexpected treat from his lover.
“Do you like that, Scottie?”
Scott nodded rapidly, not caring how the bark scratched his face. He stopped giving a damn about anything when Joe brought his mouth back to his arse.
He ran his tongue around Scott’s hole again and again, sending tidal waves of pleasure rushing through his body. Scott’s knees trembled, but there was no way he could fall while he was tied around the tree—he was as safe as he was helpless.
Scott tried to move his feet further apart to give Joe more room to work, but his bunched up trousers made that impossible. Scott gasped as another upsurge of bliss rushed through his body. Even though he knew Joe’s views on him trying to keep himself silent during sex, Scott be bit down on his bottom lip, closed his eyes very tightly and desperately tried to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum. Suddenly, both Joe’s hands and his lips disappeared from Scott’s world.
Scott blinked open his eyes. He peered over his shoulder as best he could, but there was no need to struggle to turn around. Joe stepped into his field of vision and held up something just in front of Scott’s face. It was impossible to tell what it was in the gloom.
“Open your mouth.”
Scott obeyed.
Fabric brushed against his lips. “Now, stop worrying about being heard,” Joe ordered. “I don’t want to have to remind you about trying to keep yourself silent again.”
Scott cautiously investigated the make-shift gag with the tip of his tongue. It didn’t take him too long to work out that it was Joe’s tie. Scott closed his eyes again. He was almost willing to swear that he could taste Joe’s own unique flavour on the fabric. Joe filled all of his senses, overpowering the rest of Scott’s world, as Joe dropped back down to his knees behind him.
Joe set to work on Scott’s arse again. Scott lost his grip on reality as Joe pressed his tongue flat against his hole, bringing a million different nerve endings to life.
All the pleasure rushing through Scott’s body made him feel like he was floating in the air above them; held aloft by wings of ecstasy, and staring down at the scene playing out below him.
