Hunter And Prey - Part 3 Added (M/M)
Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 7:04 pm
{Chris and I have played many versions of this game. Here's one.}
The rules were simple. There were twenty flags placed in plain view somewhere within the twenty acre grounds. The Prey was was given a ten minute head start and was tasked with collecting any four and returning to the cabin. Meanwhile the Hunter would attempt to capture the Prey before he could find the flags.
The Hunter was issued a cheap paintball pistol with three “tranquilizer darts”. If hit, the Prey must fall to the ground and submit to the Hunter’s restraints. Captured prey is considered the personal property of the Hunter for the remainder of the day. Our ground rules include a “no penetration” clause. There are no other specific restrictions on what the captor may do with his prisoner.
If the prey avoids capture and successfully returns to base with four flags, the hunter becomes the prey and the game continues, now with only sixteen flags available. A defeated hunter is given only a three minute head start.
Chris and I decided to have a game. We drew cards to see who had which role, high card was Hunter. I drew first and was pleased to see the queen of hearts. Chris then pulled his card from the center of the deck and flipped it over. King of spades (of course).
He grinned at me. “The flags are out there. You have ten minutes before I come a-hunting.”
He punched the Start button on the timer and I hurried out the door.
I decided to get as far away as possible so headed for the perimeter of the property, hoping to work my way inward while keeping an eye and ear out for Chris. I got lucky and came across my first flag as I climbed the east ridge. Staying near the fence I began working my way around. Much too soon I heard footsteps through the undergrowth and spotted Chris working his way toward me. He’d apparently guessed my plan and was already hot on my heels.
I chose to hunker down and hope he missed me rather than make a run for it. Managing to work my way into a hollow behind some downed trees without making too much noise as he closed in, I watched his sneakers go by within a few yards of me. I stayed silent as he disappeared through the trees, listening as he moved away. I was amazed at how quiet he was. After what seemed like a suitable wait I slowly slipped out of my hidey-hole and eased away in the opposite direction.
My heart was pumping and my breath was much quicker than the exertion called for. This was exciting! It felt like childhood games of hide-and-seek but with an erotic edge. I was sexually aroused and every one of my senses was working overtime.
I moved carefully along the fence, watching for Chris and flags. I spied a bit of color in the undergrowth and thought it might be one. I’d heard nothing from Chris since he’d disappeared from my view so was on high alert as I slowly worked down the steep slope. Sure enough, it was the second flag. As I squatted to pick it up something whizzed past me and splatted on the ground just to my left. I instantly leapt to my feet and hustled off down the stream bed, Chris close behind. The second paintball went sailing past. Only one more, I thought.
It’s hard to hit a moving target so I kept running. Unfortunately for me, the stream bed eventually ended in very thick undergrowth. Chris knew that as well as I did and that he just needed to keep me in sight. In a desperation move, I suddenly veered to my right and started up a steep slope. My hope was that Chris would take a shot and miss with his last paintball.
He was too smart for that. Instead he followed me up the slope. I was giddy and frantic, the excitement almost unbearable as he closed the gap.
I reached the top of the hill and set of at a run down the road, hoping to find a way to lose him. And then I saw a flag, just ahead, hanging on the gate. I put on a burst of speed and grabbed it as I flew past. Now I only needed to elude capture long enough to return to the cabin.
I raced through the trees, Chris running behind me but too far away to take a chance with his final shot.
And then, of course, I tripped. A branch or something. One moment I was sailing along, exulting in my imminent victory, the next stumbling, almost recovering, falling to my knees, looking up at his smiling face as he fired his pistol, hitting me right in the chest. I closed my eyes and feigned unconsciousness as the rules demanded while he fished in his backpack for rope. In moments he had my wrists bound behind my back and my arms lashed to my torso.
At his command, I worked my way up to my knees and slowly stood up. He’d won fair and square and I stood quietly as he blindfolded and gagged me with a piece of stretchy rubber, first stuffing my mouth with one of the bandannas I’d found. He then tied another rope round my waist and using the tails as a lead, he led me off into the woods.
We went several hundred yards, me walking gingerly, blind and at his mercy, he cajoling, exhorting me to move faster, playing the part of the evil captor. Before long we stopped. He helped me sit with my back against a tree while he bound up my legs.
I sat quietly listening to him scuffling at something. It sounded like he was removing his jeans. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders as he slid up close.
“That was pretty exciting, don’t you think?” he asked, his face apparently just inches from mine.
I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative, my words garbled by the gag.
“Almost too exciting,” he continued. “I’m so hot right now...”
I felt his rigid cock slide between my bound legs. He began slowly pumping between my calves, the head of his cock hitting my denim-clad thighs.
It only took him a few moments before he moaned a little and I felt his hot seed gush out onto my bare legs and shorts. He rested against me for a moment.
“Nice,” he said quietly. “Very nice. I think I’m gonna enjoy having you as my captive. Let’s get you back to camp.”
He untied my legs and released me from the tree, then helped me to my feet and removed my now-sticky shorts. Still gagged and blindfolded, I was led away.
When we arrived he had me stand while he arranged things, then sat me in a chair and tied me to it quite tightly. I sat there in my dark world while he wiped the spunk off my legs and cleaned me up with a damp rag, then left me in silence, still fully aroused and squirming.
Sometime later he returned. I heard him moving around and saw flashes around my blindfold as he took some photos.
He teased me for a while, stroking my arms and legs, gently rubbing my crotch. I was quite aroused but he was careful to keep me from getting too close to the edge. He told me I was free to attempt an orgasm but I knew his intention was to keep me on the edge as long as he could.
He continued teasing me. He slid my cock out of my jockeys and toyed with it for a while, gently sliding a finger up the length, occasionally giving it a few firm strokes, getting me close but not close enough to get myself over the edge. After a while he pulled my shorts back up and left me.
When he returned he untied me from the chair and helped me to the floor where he frogtied my legs. More photos were taken and more teasing was inflicted, this time gentle strokes on my arms and legs with occasional forays to my cock. I shivered with delight and frustration as he repeatedly brought me close to orgasm only to back off at the last possible moment.
After an almost unbearable amount of this he flipped me onto my back and once again fucked my bound legs. This time it took him a lot longer but after he added some lube he eventually came.
He again cleaned me up, then moved to the chair. He told me I had a few minutes to attempt release during which he wouldn’t interfere. I rolled onto my front and attempted to hump the rug but my cock was trapped under me and wasn’t in a good position to get much friction.
I squirmed and humped and while I was unsuccessful in my attempts to reach orgasm I can’t imagine a better way to spend a day.
Chris suggested another game soon. I was more than ready.
The rules were simple. There were twenty flags placed in plain view somewhere within the twenty acre grounds. The Prey was was given a ten minute head start and was tasked with collecting any four and returning to the cabin. Meanwhile the Hunter would attempt to capture the Prey before he could find the flags.
The Hunter was issued a cheap paintball pistol with three “tranquilizer darts”. If hit, the Prey must fall to the ground and submit to the Hunter’s restraints. Captured prey is considered the personal property of the Hunter for the remainder of the day. Our ground rules include a “no penetration” clause. There are no other specific restrictions on what the captor may do with his prisoner.
If the prey avoids capture and successfully returns to base with four flags, the hunter becomes the prey and the game continues, now with only sixteen flags available. A defeated hunter is given only a three minute head start.
Chris and I decided to have a game. We drew cards to see who had which role, high card was Hunter. I drew first and was pleased to see the queen of hearts. Chris then pulled his card from the center of the deck and flipped it over. King of spades (of course).
He grinned at me. “The flags are out there. You have ten minutes before I come a-hunting.”
He punched the Start button on the timer and I hurried out the door.
I decided to get as far away as possible so headed for the perimeter of the property, hoping to work my way inward while keeping an eye and ear out for Chris. I got lucky and came across my first flag as I climbed the east ridge. Staying near the fence I began working my way around. Much too soon I heard footsteps through the undergrowth and spotted Chris working his way toward me. He’d apparently guessed my plan and was already hot on my heels.
I chose to hunker down and hope he missed me rather than make a run for it. Managing to work my way into a hollow behind some downed trees without making too much noise as he closed in, I watched his sneakers go by within a few yards of me. I stayed silent as he disappeared through the trees, listening as he moved away. I was amazed at how quiet he was. After what seemed like a suitable wait I slowly slipped out of my hidey-hole and eased away in the opposite direction.
My heart was pumping and my breath was much quicker than the exertion called for. This was exciting! It felt like childhood games of hide-and-seek but with an erotic edge. I was sexually aroused and every one of my senses was working overtime.
I moved carefully along the fence, watching for Chris and flags. I spied a bit of color in the undergrowth and thought it might be one. I’d heard nothing from Chris since he’d disappeared from my view so was on high alert as I slowly worked down the steep slope. Sure enough, it was the second flag. As I squatted to pick it up something whizzed past me and splatted on the ground just to my left. I instantly leapt to my feet and hustled off down the stream bed, Chris close behind. The second paintball went sailing past. Only one more, I thought.
It’s hard to hit a moving target so I kept running. Unfortunately for me, the stream bed eventually ended in very thick undergrowth. Chris knew that as well as I did and that he just needed to keep me in sight. In a desperation move, I suddenly veered to my right and started up a steep slope. My hope was that Chris would take a shot and miss with his last paintball.
He was too smart for that. Instead he followed me up the slope. I was giddy and frantic, the excitement almost unbearable as he closed the gap.
I reached the top of the hill and set of at a run down the road, hoping to find a way to lose him. And then I saw a flag, just ahead, hanging on the gate. I put on a burst of speed and grabbed it as I flew past. Now I only needed to elude capture long enough to return to the cabin.
I raced through the trees, Chris running behind me but too far away to take a chance with his final shot.
And then, of course, I tripped. A branch or something. One moment I was sailing along, exulting in my imminent victory, the next stumbling, almost recovering, falling to my knees, looking up at his smiling face as he fired his pistol, hitting me right in the chest. I closed my eyes and feigned unconsciousness as the rules demanded while he fished in his backpack for rope. In moments he had my wrists bound behind my back and my arms lashed to my torso.
At his command, I worked my way up to my knees and slowly stood up. He’d won fair and square and I stood quietly as he blindfolded and gagged me with a piece of stretchy rubber, first stuffing my mouth with one of the bandannas I’d found. He then tied another rope round my waist and using the tails as a lead, he led me off into the woods.
We went several hundred yards, me walking gingerly, blind and at his mercy, he cajoling, exhorting me to move faster, playing the part of the evil captor. Before long we stopped. He helped me sit with my back against a tree while he bound up my legs.
I sat quietly listening to him scuffling at something. It sounded like he was removing his jeans. Then I felt his hands on my shoulders as he slid up close.
“That was pretty exciting, don’t you think?” he asked, his face apparently just inches from mine.
I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative, my words garbled by the gag.
“Almost too exciting,” he continued. “I’m so hot right now...”
I felt his rigid cock slide between my bound legs. He began slowly pumping between my calves, the head of his cock hitting my denim-clad thighs.
It only took him a few moments before he moaned a little and I felt his hot seed gush out onto my bare legs and shorts. He rested against me for a moment.
“Nice,” he said quietly. “Very nice. I think I’m gonna enjoy having you as my captive. Let’s get you back to camp.”
He untied my legs and released me from the tree, then helped me to my feet and removed my now-sticky shorts. Still gagged and blindfolded, I was led away.
When we arrived he had me stand while he arranged things, then sat me in a chair and tied me to it quite tightly. I sat there in my dark world while he wiped the spunk off my legs and cleaned me up with a damp rag, then left me in silence, still fully aroused and squirming.
Sometime later he returned. I heard him moving around and saw flashes around my blindfold as he took some photos.
He teased me for a while, stroking my arms and legs, gently rubbing my crotch. I was quite aroused but he was careful to keep me from getting too close to the edge. He told me I was free to attempt an orgasm but I knew his intention was to keep me on the edge as long as he could.
He continued teasing me. He slid my cock out of my jockeys and toyed with it for a while, gently sliding a finger up the length, occasionally giving it a few firm strokes, getting me close but not close enough to get myself over the edge. After a while he pulled my shorts back up and left me.
When he returned he untied me from the chair and helped me to the floor where he frogtied my legs. More photos were taken and more teasing was inflicted, this time gentle strokes on my arms and legs with occasional forays to my cock. I shivered with delight and frustration as he repeatedly brought me close to orgasm only to back off at the last possible moment.
After an almost unbearable amount of this he flipped me onto my back and once again fucked my bound legs. This time it took him a lot longer but after he added some lube he eventually came.
He again cleaned me up, then moved to the chair. He told me I had a few minutes to attempt release during which he wouldn’t interfere. I rolled onto my front and attempted to hump the rug but my cock was trapped under me and wasn’t in a good position to get much friction.
I squirmed and humped and while I was unsuccessful in my attempts to reach orgasm I can’t imagine a better way to spend a day.
Chris suggested another game soon. I was more than ready.