The next day began much more calmly, the electric atmosphere from last nights hunt had faded, leaving us all in a mellow and satisfied post pleasure lull.
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He had run off swiftly like a deer, fitted comfortably with a new pair of running shoes, a GPS tracker strapped around his ankle, and nothing else but a smile to slow him down. We gave him a very fair 20 minute head start, enjoying the crunch of the autum leaves breaking under his feet as he bound off into the woods. The glow from his flashlight disappeared all too quickly as we struggled to remain on the porch – it was a moment of pure anticipation, counting minute by minute until it was time for us to track him down.
For a second, I wondered if I had given him too long – 20 minutes would allow him to cover at least a mile and find a great hiding spot…but there were 6 of us, and we knew he would be too cold to venture far from the cabin; he’d be no match for us.
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When the stopwatch sounded, we dashed off like a pack of wolves, separating in three directions in teams of two to cover the most ground. It truly didn’t take any time whatsoever to catch him, I believe it’s 34 minutes total before I heard the tell tale high pitched screams and giggles of Samantha and Lauren. The click of handcuffs secured him as our prisoner was dragged rather roughly back, begging and pleading for another chance the entire way.
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The details of what happened after his capture remain a bit fuzzy, adrenaline clouded my memory like a perfect blanket as each of us took turns enjoying his muddy and weaked body – though I do distinctly recall my portion in all of this… Piercing his nipples to hang tiny silver bells from them, and forcing him to stand with hands cuffed above head, chained to a low hanging tree as I used a snapped sapling to lash his muscular ass until is was streaked with glowing red welts.
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This new day would be a relaxing break for him, he had after all, he had been through quite an ordeal so far! Somewhere along the way, he had bragged about his cooking prowess, so this morning would be spent again disrobed, fitted with a large buttplug, gag and nipple clamps and forced to make us some of the best steak, ribs, chicken and sides that he could imagine.
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It was a meal meant to impress and punishment would surely follow if we disliked any portion of his offerings. Of course, not every item on the grill needed constant babysitting so he was forced to keep a watchful but distant eye on our meal as he was intermittently forced to suck my thrusting strap on or service the needy nether bits of my more erotically inclined girlfriends. Between pleasure and the possibility of burning our lunch, he was as vigilant as one would expect the most devoted servant to be under such precarious circumstances.
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The BBQ was a smashing success, the lot of us strewn around the cabin, expecting to be served individually and attended to. He was incredibly attentive, ensuring our drinks were full, napkins passed around liberally and food lavishly brought out in courses. At one point he even provided us with an impromptu version of a Magic Mike dance to entertain us while we ate.
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As behaved as he was, we let him spend some time resting and having a few bites of lunch fed to him by our fingers or discarded plates. Each mouthful he deeply savored; perhaps food tastes better when it’s given as a reward instead of an expected meal.
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The day continued in service, attending to us in the hot tub and giving more then his fair share of massages as we took a chance to unwind. He aimed to impress in fact, as he showed his pedicure skills on a couple of the girls – if only I liked glowing organge polish…or thought to bring my own colors (sigh).
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Tomorrow would be an eventful and memorable occasion, we openly discussed our plans as though he weren’t in the room. Ideas buzzed back and forth until we all agreed that the best way to truly max out our boy would be if we all took turns, one after another, enacting our own brand of tease and denial. No one would allow him over the edge, and when each of us had taken our turn, we’d break out our detachable appendages and gang bang him until he simply couldn’t take anymore. I tried not to laugh when his eyes bugged half way out of his head.
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His face was pale at the thought, but his body was rigid by the reality of what tomorrow would bring. Terror and excitement, so very bittersweet.
