Mr. Coon, the baker, gave me lots of weird looks when I delivered him the honey. Even though the spunk on my face and tunic had already dried, I still must have smelled strongly of the satyr and his potent spunk. It was as if his animalistic cum served to mark his territory as well as for procreation! With a shameful look, I took the money from Mr. Coon and thanked him for his business. In my mind, I was sure that he was going to tell my father that not only was I late with the delivery, but that I also smelled like a cheap whore when I finally showed up!
The door slammed shut and I turned around to walk back home through the forest. I was feeling angry at myself for letting that creature fool me not once, but twice, into fulfilling his perverted needs. And what was more, I was angry at myself for how horny sucking the satyr's dick made me! Not only did I suck his cock, I did it willingly - that was probably the most humiliating part. And he was right - somewhere in the back of my head, I probably knew it was a trick the whole time. Some distant part of me wanted me to do it.
I was alone again, stepping into the woods, hoping I wouldn't run into Argus again. I couldn't afford that, not yet. I wanted to get back at him... somehow. But how? He was so cunning, and I wasn't afraid to admit that I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The creature needed to be taught a lesson, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do it alone.
Who would help me, though? I couldn't tell my friends that this creature tricked me into a blowjob twice already - they would just laugh at me. And my father? He will for sure be fuming once he learns that once again, I was the satyr's bitch. He hated the guy already, but I had doubts that he would be of any help on getting back at him.
My mind was racing as I was walking through the forest, when suddenly, I heard something. Footsteps. I stopped in my tracks - was it Argus again? What should I do if it was him? I probably shouldn't talk to him at all, but how was I supposed to resist, if he wasn't going to sweet-talk me into something dirty again?
Luckily, it wasn't him. A figure emerged from the bushes, someone who I didn't recognize. A short, stocky man stepped up on the path. He was wearing a flannel shirt and baggy overalls - it must have been killing him in this weather, having all his body covered in clothing like that! I couldn't tell if he had hair or if he was bald - his head was hidden under a cap and his face carried a bushy beard and a friendly smile. A lumberjack!
"Afternoon, lad," he said, tipping his cap to me, "Where are you headed? Taking a nice walk through the woods?"
I was a little taken aback by the friendly attitude of this man I've never met, but I wasn't going to be rude to him just because he was nice.
"Oh... hello, sir," I replied politely, "No, nothing like that. Just on my way back home. Long day today."
The lumberjack stepped closer and then sniffed the air. Then he looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. Of course he could smell the potent spunk of that darn satyr!
"I can tell," he chuckled, "Are you returning from the barracks, boy? Paid a small visit to the soldiers, have we, mmm?"
I instantly went red in the face with embarrassment.
"What? No, sir, nothing like that!"
"Really?" he questioned my answer, "Because it sure as hell smells like at least ten virile men did a number on you, boy."
I sighed. Might as well tell the truth - the man was a total stranger anyway.
"It's not like that, sir... I was tricked, actually. Well, kind of. By this strange creature that lives in the forest. But you probably wouldn't believe me."
"Ah!" to my surprise, the woodsman grunted knowingly, "So you ran into the satyr, haven't you?"
I paused and looked at him. I wasn't expecting other people to know about Argus!
"Yes!" I nodded, "Do you know about him?"
"That old perv? I wish I didn't know about him. You see, I'm in the woods all the time, just minding my own business, trying to do my job, and that little hairy bastard harrasses me constantly!" the lumberjack complained. Based on the tone of his voice, he was as frustrated with the satyr as I was!
"Really?" I asked, intrigued by what this man was saying.
"Yes", the man answered, "The beast has been getting on my nerves, something fierce. But I've had enough of him... I decided to teach that little prick a lesson about messing around with innocent people."
"Wow!" I laughed, excited. I couldn't believe my luck! It seemed like fate sent this man in my tracks for a reason, "Sir, I would love to help out with carrying out your plan. Or at least be there with you to see it when it happens."
The woodsman smiled at me.
"Is that so, lad?"
"Yes," I nodded frantically, "In fact, the sooner the better! We could do it right now... He will probably least expect it now, after I sucked him... errr, I mean after we just rain into each other."
"Then let's not waste any time," the woodsman said, reaching out to me with his hand. I noticed he was very hairy, much like Argus, but I paid it no mind. My only focus was on this plan right now.
"My name's Basil," he said, "Let's teach that furry bastard a lesson, together."
***
The lumberjack led the way through the forest, way off the path, deep into the wild labyrinth of trees and bushes. I was a little hesitant about going at first, but then I figured that I could trust someone like a woodsman with finding the way back. He spent most of his time in the forest, after all.
On our way, Basil told me the plan that he already had all worked out in his head.
"This satyr is the most perverted creature I've ever seen. He will trick anybody and fuck everything, just to get his rocks off. But it would be impossible for him to always find someone for that, these woods are pretty much deserted. And I know for a fact that he needs to blow his load at least a couple times a day."
"So, here's that he does: There is this tree, deep in his territory. You see, I got a little lost one day and wandered there, only to find the creep fucking a hollow knot in the trunk of that tree! I stayed to watch the whole thing and then came back several times. He goes there quite often. The tree is like his personal fuck-toy. A perfect size and depth for a dick."
A tree? That was pretty out there, but it definitely sounded like Argus - that horny, old bastard.
"I see," I replied, "But what about it?"
"Well," the lumberjack chuckled to himself, "As a woodsman. I know all the trees of this forest, and some of them have really interesting properties. There are these trees on the northern side, really old and sturdy... And they leak sap. A powerful sap, that won't let go so easily. I was thinking I would dribble a little bit of that into this toy of his... Turn his fuck-session into a very a sticky situation."
He was planning to trap the satyr in his own toy - and by his own dick!
"That's genius!" I exclaimed, only to be shushed by the lumberjack, because we were getting dangerously close to the satyr's territory.
"Sorry," I whispered, "Just one thing... It won't hurt him, right?"
"No," the lumberjack shook his head, "Nothing like that. This is not your ordinary sap. During the carnival, every year, folks from the village sometimes use it to secure their masks and costumes to their bodies. It holds like nothing else, but it's safe for the skin. His manhood won't take harm... but it should teach him a valuable lesson. He won't be able to pull out of the tree until his cock grows soft - and if I know that horndog, that's going to take him a while."
The woodsman sure knew a lot about the satyr. I wanted to ask if he fooled around with him too, but then decided against it. It wouldn't be very polite to ask something like that, even though I was interested. And besides, I'm sure a man like this wouldn't get tricked by Argus - he seemed to be just as cunning as the satyr was!
We finally approached a small clearing, with a disfigured tree in the middle. Its thin trunk was kind of bent at waist level and then continued horizontally before branching out, basically growing at an angle. And right in the middle of that bent I saw it - a small, perfectly shaped hole - almost as if it was made for a dick!
"Wow," I whispered as I saw that thing. I was imagining something gross at first, but this was like the smoothest knot I've ever seen on a tree. Almost as if it was hand-carved into the trunk. I stepped closer to run my fingers over it, I wondered how it would feel against my fingers. It was so smooth, the satyr must have used something to smoothen the wood.
The woodsman chuckled behind me.
"Looks like you like the satyr's plaything, don't you, lad?"
I looked at him and blushed. How embarrassing of me to be turned on by something like this. I must have still been riled up from drinking the satyr's spunk.
"It's not like that, sir," I denied it, "I'm just... curious, that's all."
"Nothing to be ashamed about, kid," he assured me, "Hell, if we're being honest with each other, I've taken that thing for a ride a couple of times when the satyr was done with it."
That surprised me. The woodsman debased himself on this hole too?
"Really?" I asked him in disbelief.
"Sure thing, lad," he said, as he gestured to it, "And you can bet that it feels really good on your cock. Why don't you try it out yourself? It'd be a bonus to have the satyr be trapped in your sloppy seconds for hours."
"Heh, yeah, I guess that's true," I said, already imagining Argus being stuck in this tree, finally outsmarted by someone else. I decided I was going to take the woodsman up on that offer.
Without much shame, I lowered my pants in front of the older man and pulled out my semi-hard cock. It was going to be hard in no time - I needed a release so badly. Just a few strokes and my cock was as hard as a rock.
"Be quick about it, though," the woodsman urged me, "He could be back any second."
No worries there - I knew I was only going to last for a few seconds anyway. I stepped closer to the tree and carefully inserted my cock into the opening. I started pushing it into the hole slowly. The intense sensation around my dick was unexpected - but of course, I was only used to my hand. I gasped as I felt the hard wooden walls rub my shaft. It was completely smooth and clean on the inside - the satyr must have been taking good care of his favorite toy.
I eventually managed to get balls deep into the tree and by the time I did, my cock was throbbing. The woodsman was right - it felt better than it had any right to. I couldn't wait to fill this thing up with cum.
"It's better than I thought it would be," I said to the lumberjack, who stepped over to the tree as well, to watch me pleasure myself in the strangest possible way.
