Chapter 32
Jamie
The gunshot sounds, and I’m immediately disoriented. Half aroused, half scared. That this has made my dick hard should be enough to know I like primal play, right?
A petite guy pushes past me and into the thick forest, giggling like mad as he goes. At least I’m surrounded by like-minded others. A laugh escapes me, and I decide to go for it. Still smiling, I take off in the same direction as the others.
Puffs of white air swirl in front of me as I pant. I’m not sure how long passes as I hop over logs, avoid muddy puddles and duck under branches.
The crowd has thinned out the deeper I get, and I have seen no one for a while.
I stop to rest against a tree and open the bag Euan had provided me with.
There are some crackers, a bottle of water, a protein bar, mints, matches, lube, condoms and soap tied with string to a facecloth.
There is also a small fob with one button on it we must click if we get lost or something happens.
Our location will come up on an app Euan has to find us, so we don’t freeze to death, horny and alone.
I’d overheard some of the other runners talk about being out here overnight, but it was cold already and the event had started at noon. The thought of being out here until nightfall deflated my hard-on.
A snap of a branch behind me has me jumping just as I finish my bottle of water. My eyes dart about, but I see nothing but foliage. I feel my cock plump up as my heart races.
If Arnie is near, do I want to be caught standing waiting or caught running? My cock twitches at the latter so I take off again. My whole-body tingles with anticipation as my cock leads me further into the wilderness. What will he do once he’s hunted me and won?
Will he hold me down, tug my pants off and have me right here on the filthy woodland floor? Oh God, I hope so.
Another branch snaps, but I don’t look back.
I’m almost at a clearing when I hear someone’s heavy breaths approaching.
Breaching the tree line, I come out in front of a cabin.
The chimney lets out gasps of black smoke, and I can see the fire roaring inside through a large window on the left of the holding. Had anyone else found this place?
A huge body smacks into me from behind, knocking the air out of my lungs and my thoughts. Hot air hits my neck as my knees make contact with the frozen ground, and a growl in my ear tells me I’ve been caught by the exact person I wanted to have catch me.
“You’re fast.”
“So are you,” I pant as Arnie rolls me over to straddle me.
I smile when I look up and see him grinning. He snatches my wrists in one hand and holds them above me. Getting closer, he licks from my neck up to my cheek. He grinds into my cock, and I can feel the heat from his own erection as it rubs against mine.
“First to the cabin. Good boy. And do you know what good boys get?” He smiles wickedly, and I know that whatever it is, I’m going to enjoy it.
“Fucked?” I ask with a hint of pleading. My heart rate is still high and the adrenaline from the chase and capture has me thrusting my hips up desperately.
“Yes. Get your ass into the cabin and strip. The others should have collected their prey by now.”
I don’t question. I just do. Standing with a helping inked hand from Arnie, I follow him to the cabin.
It’s warm, lush and filled with toys, erotic art and furniture. The walls are a magnolia and there’s only two rooms. The one with the bed is the one the window looks into, and the other room is a lounge/kitchen area with a large sofa and a compact dining table and chairs.
Arnie leads me to the centre of the bedroom, where I strip. Then he has me lift my arms above my head so he can bind them and put them on the hook that hangs from the ceiling.
“Comfortable?” he asks as he soothes his hands over my ass. I rock into him, but he circles me, fingertips teasing my pale skin. I nod and he grins. He’s godly when he does that. I want to make him smile like that forever.
“Let’s get you ready. Remember red to stop, yellow to slow down. You have the power here, blondie. Don’t forget that.”
I nod again. Already closing my eyes as the wave of trust for Arnie takes over me. I give him all of myself, and in return, he does the same.
“Wait until they see you. Strung up, naked. All for me to touch and play with. You’re stunning. Well done on winning, blondie. Enjoy your reward.”
I shiver as he claims my mouth. Our tongues dancing together in unison. He grips my hips as I moan into his mouth.
When we break the kiss, I open my eyes to see that a crowd has gathered outside the window.
All in various stages of undress. Some runners have their clothes torn; others are streaked with mud and leaves.
Their Dom’s hold them close. They all look happy, chatting and smiling.
I smile as I watch. Weird to some, maybe, but I’m accepted here and so is Arnie.
He wouldn’t have brought me here otherwise.
My attention snaps to Arnie as he smacks me right between my cheeks. The plug he inserted this morning prods my prostate and has me jerk forward as I moan loudly.
“Maybe I’ll just tease you,” he says in a low voice behind me. He grabs my cock, which is now leaking, the head swollen and red and begging for release.
“That’s it, fuck my hand.” Unashamed, I do, rocking forward and back, chasing the high of being watched.
I’m moaning, thrusting my hips. The sounds of the chains above me rattle as Arnie grips me hard, using his other hand to push against the plug.
“I... I need...” I trail off.
Delirious with lust, I want to ask for something I have never asked for before. My face flames with embarrassment. Arnie catches it and pulls his hands away from me. I make a pained sound at the loss of them on me.
I’m acutely aware of the sounds of moaning and fucking going on outside the window as Arnie comes back and starts pulling the plug out of my ass.
“You need what?” He growls in my ear as he replaces the plug with two fingers.
I tremble as the pleasure increases. Will he judge me if I tell him I want hands everywhere? That I want my mind to be quiet, too blissed out with my hole full, my mouth too as my cock is sucked or touched?
“I would never judge you,” Arnie whispers to me as he nudges my hole with his cock. In one thrust he’s inside me. I must have spoken those words out loud. Too turned on to filter myself.
My moans get louder as Arnie uses me. Outside, a sea of eyes watch, and I almost come just from that.
“Are you picturing them using you too?” Arnie pants into my neck before clamping his teeth onto my sensitive flesh and marking me. I come as the pain blends with pleasure. Arnie returns to his brutal onslaught as he bruises my hips.
He stills, roaring as he comes inside me, his cock pulsing. I bask in the moment. Knowing this is real. That he wants me despite admitting to wanting others there, touching me in the same way he does.
He kisses my neck, then my spine. Eventually pulling out of me and releasing my hands.
I grasp his arms, and he marches me to the window, still holding my hips from behind.
Lifting his hand from my spent cock, he lifts them to my lips.
I lap up my release as I’m watched, and my knees falter as they watch me with heat in their eyes.
“Let’s get you showered and dressed. You have leaves in your curls and dirt on your jaw. We can meet back at Euan’s for the after-party.”
“After party?” I ask as I follow him into the shower that’s in the bedroom's corner. The crowd now dispersed.
“Not the typical kind that you’re thinking of, but it’s a get-together for all the couples that took part. There’s food, drinks, and people sometimes stay. There’s no obligation to if you want to go home?”
Home, that sounded good, but....
“Let’s stay. I might say hi to Freddie if that’s okay?”
I bite my lower lip, hoping he says yes.
He smiles in understanding. We take turns washing each other.
As we kiss lazily and get ready to head back to the house, I wonder about how I got so lucky.
I link my fingers with Arnie’s as we trek back through the woods.
The pink-orange sky above us, the smell of the pine.
... yeah, I’m in heaven. I sigh, content, and lean into him; he kisses my temple.