Exhausted, Andrew enjoyed his leisurely stroll in the general direction of his campsite. The smell of wood smoke drifted all around him from the many fires throughout the area, intermingled with the thick smell of pine trees and other types of fauna in the thick forest.
A much younger guy, of questionable legal age, appeared to be getting pounded bent over a large fallen tree. He'd obviously started off bent over it, but the brute force of the solid guy behind him might have pushed him right over, to the point where his hands were on the ground and the kid was almost upside down. Though he looked happy enough, even at that angle. The guy doing the fucking raised an eyebrow at Andrew as he passed, as though in greeting and camaraderie. Andrew returned a wry smile and a wink, while watching the scene with appreciation.
Though he slowed, he didn't stop. The beefy guy's dick, even from that distance, looked thick. He wasn't too dissimilar to the bearish guy he'd left spent by a tree, perhaps more muscular and marginally slimmer.
Further along, he found a small creek that wound around a bend, and saw two deer fucking near it. He smiled, and watched them for a few minutes as he slowly walked back towards his camp, using the dim solar-lights to guide him.
But he tripped over a large branch then and went head over and into the narrow creek. His wild hands out in front of him as he fell forward with a big splash.
It startled the deer, who both froze, then bolted into the woods.
Although the water wasn't that cold, he knew it would be when he got out. Slowly, he pushed himself up out of the flowing water, and checked himself over for injuries.
He didn't think anything major had happened, though when he got out and tried to walk, he realised his left ankle hurt more than a little, so he limped in the direction of his camp, pausing frequently to rest.
He'd performed a sort of half-circle and doubled around so that he passed the guard's small cabin. Tendrils of smoke drifted up from the chimney, and a warm orange glow illuminated the windows, but the guard was nowhere to be seen.
Andrew's eyes lingered on this warm glow for a few seconds, but he shifted his focus to his footing this time, and limped past, carefully watching where he walked.
"Hey!" a voice called.
Andrew turned to his left, then right, and finally behind him to locate the source.
Paul, the security guard was carrying some wood from the back of the cabin.
"Oh...hey! Paul, sorry, I didn't see you there," Andrew began, turning to face the guard, who had unbuttoned his shirt, and had sweat coming down his face, and down his hairy torso and shirt. His thick, chestnut beard was also a little damp. By the cabin, a water-well had water splashed around it, as though recently used.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Paul dropped the wood, and started towards Andrew.
"Oh, I'm fine! Really, just didn't watch where I was going!" he tried to smile, but when he put his foot down he winced instead. In reaction to this, he spun, but lost his balance, and started to fall backwards.
Paul was by his side in a second, a strong, sweaty arm slid behind him, and another moved to Andrew's chest to help support him.
Andrew started. "Honestly, Paul, I'm fine, just stumbled. It will heal fast..."
Paul tutted, and began manoeuvring Andrew towards his cabin, ignoring his resistance, and surprising him with his strength.
"Let's get you checked out. That's why I'm here, not just a uniform walking around making sure you hunters are safe, but also adequately trained, so more than capable to assess you and make sure you are indeed, fine." The way he half-lifted Andrew, along with the authority in his voice, forced Andrew to reassess what he'd thought about the guy.
He was good looking, in a way that all the girls in college would have whispered at with shy looks, but not in a way that let them know he was too far up his butt to care. Big, maroon-coloured eyes paved the way to the cabin door, which was solid, probably enough to stop a real bear in its tracks. Inside, he was ushered carefully to the couch.
The inside of the guard cabin was much bigger than it had appeared on the outside.
"Wow. This place is awesome!" Andrew exclaimed, looking around at the various pictures of nature on the walls, and the nicely furnished abode.
Paul smiled, but moved too fast for Andrew to notice what he was doing. He grabbed a blanket from the bed, and a chair, which he placed in front of Andrew, and put the blanket over him. As soon as the blanket was around his shoulders, Andrew drew it tighter and tucked it under his chin. His eyes looked highly appreciative as he studied Paul.
But Paul had already sat on the chair, lifted Andrew's leg, and placed it on his lap, and carefully unlaced the boot, and began taking it off.
Andrew winced, and groaned a little, biting his lip and appearing to disguise the worst of it.
With the boot off, the sock removed, Paul gently began feeling around the ankle. They could both see the swelling, which wasn't terrible, but evidently painful.
"Looks to me like you've sprained it," he lifted Andrew's leg, then placed it on a cushion on the chair, and rushed off. A minute later, he returned with a red box with a green cross on it.
"Oh come on!" Andrew started, "this is a joke? Right? I mean...it's absolutely..."
Paul gently squeezed the swelling, while levelling a gaze with a straight face at Andrew.
Andrew cried out. "Ow! Fuck!"
Paul smiled, sat back down, and pulled out items from his box.
"Sorry, you were saying Andrew?"
Andrew stared back, but the smirk, and the tender eyes softened his resolve. Paul gently massaged his ankle with some gel, then applied a heat pack to it, then an ice pack.
Andrew raised an eyebrow at him.
"Do you want me to explain it?"
Andrew shook his head, so Paul laughed.
Paul then began to bandage the ankle, and used a small, wooden splint from the kit, then clipped it after putting on a wire mesh to hold it all in place.
When Andrew went to move his leg, the pain was minimised considerably.
"What the actual..." he stared at Paul with raised eyebrows, as though he'd asked a question.
Paul shrugged. "These splints are good. Stop you from moving it completely, so you won't feel it until it's healed. Which..." he glared at Andrew as though warning him, "...might take a week or two. You'll need to go easy, but for now, you can't move it for at least 24 hours. Until the swelling settles."
Andrew looked about to resist, but Paul continued. "When are you meant to be leaving?" Andrew looked away, opened his mouth, but paused. Then, "Um...here for 3 or 4 days. I didn't give any concrete date to my wife."
Paul had looked away as though searching for something. But his eyes snapped to Andrew. "Wife?"
Andrew paused, looked away, absent-mindedly loosening his collar, and shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing.
Paul stared, and gently rubbed his ankle, while Andrew looked away, as though deep in thought, but obviously not looking back at the other guy.
"It's okay...it's none of my business," but the way he rubbed Andrew's ankle was more gentle, like a deep-tissue massage with a tender touch.
"Wow. You're very good at that," Andrew said, finally meeting his gaze.
Paul's eyes appeared to always smile, as though everything was humorous.
As he massaged, he spoke. "I was a medical doctor. Got bored; frustrated and disillusioned by big-city life, building wealth only so I could leave it to someone one day when I die, while I paid my taxes, hid my desires, and did what was expected of me, while listening to the complaints of people who ate bad food, and came in with stomach aches. It wasn't all bad, but bad enough that I just needed a change of pace."
Andrew looked surprised; it was his turn to stare openly. "That's incredible. But...how?...why did you end up here? I mean..." as if realising his own words, "Well...what I meant was..."
"...Shhhh. It's fine. I get it. Why did I go from being a doctor in the big city to a guard on The Hunt? It's much more interesting. I like the guys that come here. Some of them are chatty, and many of them just horny guys who pay for a discrete experience. They mostly nod politely, but keep to themselves. I've seen all sorts here, and I judge no one. I'm here because I like the job and I like the... place."
With the word 'place' he'd given Andrew a look that was seductive and suggestive.
Andrew smiled bashfully, but bent his head down.
"How did you end up here though?" Andrew asked.
Paul answered as though he'd been asked the question a lot. Either that, or he'd been questioning it a lot. "The guys who set this up are friends of mine. There are 4 guards on duty at any one time, each stationed in a different corner. I came here the weekend it opened, and I fell in love with the place. I didn't want to leave."
"I can see why. It's a great place...hey..." he paused to consider his words, "Isn't there a minimum age here? Strictly over 18?" he asked.
Paul nodded, but then seemed to understand. "I know who you mean. He looks so young, but actually he's 23."
Andrew looked shocked, then whistled.
"He's here quite often," Paul said, but then realised he'd said too much. "Sorry... I shouldn't have told you that."
"It's okay."
They sat in silence for a few more seconds, then Andrew nodded to his ankle. "I think it's okay now."
Paul nodded, but got up and put Andrew's foot on the cushion. "It will be, but you can't move today. Don't worry, that's what I'm here for. I'll take care of you and make sure you're set."
Andrew looked ready to object, then sighed loudly. "Okay. I can't argue, you're stronger than me by the looks anyway. I do, however, have a stew going that I would rather not spoil..."
Paul nodded. "Mind sharing it? In return, I'll provide free doctor services." Again, the intensity in his gaze was more than a little suggestive.
Andrew laughed. "Please be my guest."
