Author's note:
Hey there! This story goes on for a while and not only teases its characters but its readers too. If you're looking for a quick read and a quick wank, I'm afraid this story might not work you. If you're looking for a nice fantasy environment, a solid exploration of the troubles of gay and kinky romance, and some good, healthy, kinky masturbation then I really hope you'll love this story and you'll stick around for when I gear things up in part 2.
Fetishes inside: Heavy teasing, denial, edging, and orgasm control; heavy male-on-male gay sex; heavy romance; heavy seduction; heavy consent and negotiation; ass and dicks; frotting; masturbation; power games; domination and submission; bathing; twink bottoms and masculine tops; massage; light bondage; light pet play.
Enjoy!
~SubsNotDubs (SND)
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Tawn's whole mind should have been pointed like an arrow toward the best way to get out of the ropes tied around his wrist. With only half his head working at the binding he wasn't doing more than stretching out his muscles to point of exhaustion. It was too hard not to think about how to explain this when they came looking for him - and to try not to think about all sorts of forbidden fantasies that came into his head. If Tawn had to explain his current predicament to anyone back in town the embarrassment would shave more years off his life than this situation ever could.
He was out foraging for berries when he found a patch on the ground. When he reached for the berries a loop of rope snatched his wrists and pulled sharply upward and around a branch. The rope had pulled tight around Tawn's wrists and yanked his arms straight up over his head. The height of the branch forced him to stand on his toes and stretch out his back and midsection. At first, it didn't feel so bad but now his muscles were aching.
It could have been worse but it could have been better. He was lucky his wrists hadn't broken. If he remembered right, these traps were designed to break a bunny's neck. He was unlucky that the trap broke out so many dirty fantasies his mind tried to keep hidden. A considerable amount of blood that he wanted in his head was in his erect cock straining up against his tight leggings and shorts.
He'd tried a lot of ways to handle it and a few things got him to calm down for a bit but nothing lasted. Whenever he managed to cool off for more than a few minutes something would trigger some rotten fetish of his and get him hardening again.
There was the burning soreness that tingled all around the edges of him, triggering his deep masochism. There were the binds that all his wiggling and squirming and pulling could not loosen, triggering his secret love for a lack of control. There was the thought of getting himself off and how there was no way he could move his body to manage it, revealing to him another kink he didn't even know he had - teasing. He wasn't just getting hard, he was getting so deeply aroused that he could feel a heat inside him so furious that he simultaneously wanted to let it out and cover it up. He lost plenty of breath from stifling moans and plenty of energy from bucking his hips and writhing and grinding against the air.
It had been around an hour of this. Hot breaths rolled off the edge of his tongue. Some part of him wished he could just enjoy this - for as dangerous to his survival as that might be. Instead, on top of worrying increasingly about how he'd fare in the whole situation, he shamed and cursed himself like he knew people in the town would if they understood him like he understood himself. The thoughts stung him worse than the rope.
Getting mocked for not being strong enough to untie the rope would be bad enough. The unmistakable outline of his burning erection and his airy, feminine moans would be too much. Thinking about it, he tried again to get out, yanking down with his arms and tightening his thin and smooth core. He got the branch to bend and let him stand on full feet for a second before it snapped up and sent him dancing forward in small steps until he was back onto the tips of his toes. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could bite down on it.
He was thirsty and lightheaded and the sun was going down. Heavens... What if he died out here? He'd been an adult and in his own small home for a handful of years. People didn't check up on him that often anymore and he put a sign on his shop saying he'd be gone for the whole day so it may be a while before even his kin would find him.
He didn't want to die like this. He didn't want to die stumbling into a trap obviously not meant for him. He didn't want to die all knotted up with soreness and shame.
There wasn't much left for Dennuuk to do. Most of the traps had been cleared and reset and Dennuuk had plenty enough game to get through the month. Soon he'd have enough to compensate for when the cold came and the plenty ended. His body felt warm and pleasantly worked from the success of the cool day. There was something he was forgetting but he figured it could wait for him to sit and enjoy the red sun dip into the wavy tops of the dark green firs and the fierce orange maples. The birds, the beasts, and the bugs cawed and cooed and cried together until their noises blended into what felt like a kind of quiet. Dennuuk sighed deeply.
Not long into watching the day leave the land the noise of birds shooting out of a distant tree reminded him that there was a trap he hadn't checked yet.
"That's right." He whispered to himself before stepping down from the craggy rock he was on and heading off.
The trap he laid wasn't too far from the thin road that went through here so he was surprised it caught anything. It was a pretty simple rabbit trap with some ryoberries for bait and light rune-work to pull the rope and make for a gentle charming effect. Overall, it wasn't his best trap. All the less reason to complain.
By the time he was close the animals were quiet but something was drawing heavy breaths. Had he lured a brown wolf? It was early for one of them to be out. Just in case, he notched an arrow into his bow and quietly crept between the shadows of the trees. When he got a good view of what the trap had caught he quickly put away his bow and arrow and shuffled over. His trap had snared a person.
It did happen sometimes that hunters and trappers up here would snare or hurt someone from a town - or even each other - but it was pretty rare. He realized it might be reckless to keep using ryoberries for traps since folks from the nearby towns sometimes liked to collect them. He still wasn't used to how big the towns were getting and how far the townsfolk went into the forest now.
At first he thought it might've been young woman but saw it was a thin young man with long hair and a slight waist and wider thighs that made for a surprisingly feminine form. The tight clothes that townsfolk liked to wear fit snug around the man's arms and legs. The man's lithe muscles were flexed from pulling against the trap. The man's shirt had gotten pulled up some in the struggle and showed the way his slightly toned abs curved out into divets of his hips. Dennuuk jokingly wondered if he was being tested. When he came in close enough to see the young man on his tip toes, accentuating the taut round curves of his ass Dennuuk's wondering turned serious. Seeing the young man's bulging erection made him bite hard on a hot breath of his own.
Dennuuk wondered if this wasn't one of the folks that enjoyed being tied up. It was hard for Dennuuk to believe. Out here in the woods no one seemed to think about those things in an overt way. He was basically alone in even fathoming that rope could be used for anything but catching animals, hauling goods, and building things. It had been probably over a year since Dennuuk had a man in his bed. A part of him wanted to assume, to reach out and grab the man by the hips but he knew it wasn't right. He knew nothing about this poor man that had stumbled into his trap.
"Help... please..." A little, hoarse voice squeaked out.
Dennuuk snapped out of his thought bubble and moved in quickly.
"
I'm so sorry! This is my trap. Let me get you down."
"Th-thanks."
Dennuuk approached Tawn from the front at first but Tawn tried to turn away. Tawn's face was rouge and Dennuuk understood why. It was cute to see but also sad in a way. There was a genuine shame and worry in Tawn's face that Dennuuk knew too well.
He got up behind Tawn and reached up for the knot. Dennuuk was close enough to feel the heat pour off of Tawn and soak into him. Sweat dripped down from Tawn's thin neck, rolling over his pronounced collarbone and thin chest and glistening in the fading light.
Dennuuk had managed to keep the blood in his head prior but now he started to swell too, his large shaft filling out his looser pants. In trying to ignore his growing manhood, he didn't stop it from growing and reaching out to touch the soft, smooth ass in front of it. Dennuuk didn't even notice how hot the blood inside him was until his trying to untie the not pulled him closer in so his wide chest rested against the back of Tawn's head and his throbbing cock pressed into the soft and surprisingly thick ass in front of it. He'd managed to ignore how sensual the moment was in favor of untying the knot right up until Tawn let out a lewd moan.
Shit, how embarrasing!
Tawn thought. He'd been trying to hold back the moans and for the most part, he could but after an hour of on and off erections and on and off fantasies of a man not so unlike Dennuuk grabbing him by the hips and fucking his sore and bound body he couldn't hold back anymore.
Feeling this large, strange man pressed up against him while his muscles were stretched against his will by the rope was too much. He had tried so hard to hold his breath in and to restrain himself in any way he actually meant to restrain himself but he couldn't. He couldn't hold his body back from leaning into and feeling the muscular frame behind him. A part of him felt fear and a part of him felt a deep excitement. It was terrifying trying to manage the both of them and find the sensible thing to do.
Another part of him wondered if this wasn't all a hallucination. Maybe he'd passed out in the trap hours ago. It scarcely seemed possible anyone would come up to him and not mock or scold the way he was - his open arousal at least. It seemed even less possible that out here someone would be aroused too and then control themselves. If he was imagining all this, it was pleasant in the worst way - in a way he'd curse himself for later.
The man was dressed in dark green hunters robe and was exceptionally large in what felt like every way. He was at least a head taller than Tawn, maybe a head and a half, with shoulders as broad as the horizon who smelled as rich and pleasant as the earth and wilderness do during the plenty. This was all too ridiculous to be real. He could feel the heavy but adroit hands work around his wrists while the hot breath of the big man poured down the back of his head and onto his neck. The big man's chest was warm.
If this was a dream then maybe he should lean into it and enjoy it before he woke up to a reality where this probably would never exist. He leaned even further into the warm and wide chest behind him and bucked his hips up against the thick and long dick pushing against the back of his soft body. He slid the length of the impressive cock behind him in between his cheeks and began to gently work it. It was stiff but more yielding than the other things he'd put in himself in secret. Even better, it reacted to him. It moved in to meet him and pressed against his tight hole in a way that made his eyes roll and small droplets of cum dot the tip of his own cock and stain his leggings.
There was a simultaneous moan, then a release of all tension. The rope went limp. His legs shook so hard he nearly fell over but the man caught him under the shoulder and helped him stand. He looked up to see a slightly green-tinted face with a thin black beard.
Oh shit, this is real, isn't it?
Tawn's face went red. His eyes shot away. He could barely think of how to handle this. He had egged on this man to an incredible degree and both of their erections were bulging against their pants - clearly visible. He just needed to get back to town and out of this.
