Run, Rabbit, Run (ftm, cnc, group, part 1?)
Tags: ftm, cnc, dubcon, anonymous sex, masks, exhibitionism, public but private, hunting role play, bondage, gangbang
Peter had been lurking on the site for a while before he thought about posting anything. Reading posts from anonymous people begging for others to fulfill their darkest fantasies had been able to satisfy him for only so long before the thought crept in. He wrote and rewrote it for days, always chickening out at the last minute before hitting “publish”.
He had gotten quite drunk the night before, though, and had finally bit the bullet. “23FtM, looking for masked M to hunt a bunny in the woods. More than one ok. Message for location if interested”. Straightforward, concise, open-ended. He didn’t expect to get any response.
Ding. Ding. Ding ding. Four messages, almost at once. He immediately deleted the post, but thanks to the alcohol quelling his usual anxiety, he did send each of the men a short message about what he wanted-what he needed, really- as well as a location and time for the next day.
If it weren’t for the message he saw the next morning, he wouldn’t have remembered the post at all. Run while you still can, little rabbit.
Peter still had time to back out, but he didn’t. Deep down, he craved this. None of his short relationships or one night stands had been able to satisfy what he really wanted. This was his chance, and he was going to take it.
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Peter arrived at the spot at 6pm, when the sun was just beginning to set. The warm, humid August air that evening was perfect, but he still shivered as he undressed, more from nerves than the slight chill.
He neatly folded his clothes in the passenger seat of his jeep, which was parked a little ways down a rarely used dirt road, next to an old hiking trail that hadn’t been kept up with in years. It was the perfect place for his fantasy to come to life. Only 4 other people knew about this place.
Peter donned his velvety bunny-ear headband, and inserted a little cottontail butt plug. He admired his slightly warped reflection in the car door, wiggling around to see that the plug was positioned just right. The flesh colored tape binding his chest flat was a little tight, but he could still breathe well enough.
It was almost 7 already. If any of those guys were actually planning to show, he needed to get moving. He started walking down the overgrown trail, trying to get some distance between himself and his car. He thought he saw headlights down the road, so he jogged a little further.
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After another 20 minutes of walking aimlessly, Peter realized he was lost. I probably should’ve brought a flash light, he thought, not that he had anywhere to put it.
Snap.
Peter whipped his head around. It was too dark out now to see much, but he definitely heard something. “Hello?” he ventured, trembling with both fear and excitement.
Snap. Crack. Snap snap.
Something, or someone, was definitely there, just out of sight.
“Hello, little rabbit,” an unfamiliar voice growled from behind.
Peter didn’t think. He just ran. Heavy footsteps followed closely after him, no longer worried about stealth.
Tree branches whipped his face and torso, while thorns grabbed at his arms and legs. His feet kept finding sharp rocks. Every time a sharp branch scraped his soft skin, the man behind him laughed.
Then, without warning, the ground leapt up to swallow Peter whole.
It felt like he left his stomach behind on the ground below, as he swung back and forth in the net he was now trapped in. A snare! This was unexpected.
Once the net stopped its sickening bouncing, Peter looked down. A tall, masculine figure wearing nothing but a fox mask that covered his whole face. A ginger beard peeked out the very bottom, matching the hair on his toned chest and trailing down to his twitching cock. Even from up in the air, Peter could see that it was much larger than any he’d seen in person, not that he’d seen many.
Another masked man emerged from the bushes. This one was taller, with dark skin and a wolf’s mask that covered his eyes and nose. His teeth flashed in the dark as he grinned up at his prey. “Hello, little rabbit” he said, rubbing his already swelling member.
Peter shivered, but whether from the cold or the anticipation it was hard to tell. The wolf pulled a knife out of the duffel bag at his feet that Peter hadn’t noticed before, and cut a rope, causing the net (and Peter) to fall to the ground with a thump.
The wind was knocked out of him, and he laid there gasping for breath. It was hard to deeply inhale with how tightly he had applied the tape to his chest that morning. The men didn’t give him a chance to recover.
The Fox rushed forward and flipped Peter onto his stomach, laughing when the boy gasped in surprise. The man swatted his ass with his calloused hand, not strong enough to leave a mark, but it stung. Peter yelped.
“Cute little tail you’ve got there,” the Wolf growled from in front of him. Peter lifted his head, his rabbit ears now lopsided and dirty from his short-lived escape attempt. The Wolf was holding out a stretch of thick rope. He bound Peter’s arms behind his back as the rabbit-boy struggled to break free. The Fox held him down, and shoved his face into the dirt roughly.
The ropes cut into Peter’s soft skin, and he felt tears well up. Despite the pain- or perhaps because of it- he had never been more aroused. His tdick twitched involuntarily, and it was all he could do to stop himself from humping something like the desperate little animal he was dressed as.
He didn’t have to wait long for the stimulation he craved. He felt a thick, calloused finger start rubbing his swollen clit, and whimpered with need. The Fox laughed from behind him. “You’re so desperate for this, aren’t you? Had to go on the internet begging complete strangers to fuck you. Pathetic.” With the last comment, the Fox slapped Peter’s ass, much rougher this time. He bit back a whine, and another swat hit his other cheek.
A finger thrust into him and began pumping in and out, fast-paced and punishing. Peter moaned, and started bucking his hips in time with the thrusts. He could already feel an orgasm building up.
The Fox quickly pulled back, leaving Peter alone and unsatisfied on the ground. He whined, and tried to turn around, but the ropes holding his arms behind him were too tight, and he was stuck in place unable to even flip over. Dirt was sticking to his pale, sweaty skin, making an already filthy act feel even more so.
The Fox grabbed him by the neck to lift him up, choking Peter a bit. The Wolf grabbed him by the legs and pulled him up to waist level. He was suspended between the two men, both sets of his lips being rubbed by rock hard dicks.
“Do you want us to count down for you, little rabbit?” the Wolf asked from between Peter’s trembling legs. He nodded, his mouth brushing against the tip of the Fox’s cock, precum coating his lips. The Wolf and the Fox looked at each other, and nodded.
“5” the Wolf growled, lining his throbbing member up with Peter’s dripping cunt.
“4” the Fox hissed, lightly smacking Peter’s cheek with his dick.
“3” said the Wolf, getting a better grip on Peter’s legs as they trembled in anticipation and fear.
…”2!” both of the men shouted, stabbing into Peter’s pussy and mouth simultaneously.
The combination of the surprise and sudden overwhelming sensation triggered the first orgasm. As the two men mercilessly drilled into him from both sides, his body writhed in pleasure.
The Wolf and the Fox quickly found a rhythm, Peter bouncing back and forth between them, constantly filled by at least one cock. His nose was buried in the coarse ginger hair of the Fox’s groin, over and over and over. The Wolf slapped his ass roughly every few thrusts, laughing at every yelp he drew out of the Rabbit.
The night air smelled of sweat, earth, and sex. The only sounds to be heard were the slapping of flesh on flesh, the grunts of the two men, and Peter’s feeble moans and whimpers. He had never felt more alive.
The Rabbit didn’t know if it had been hours, or only a few minutes, but soon both of the men began thrusting faster, stabbing in and out of Peter’s holes with such ferocity that, for a moment, it was as if they had become the animals they were playing as.
The Fox finished first, shooting his load into the back of Peter’s throat and forcing him to swallow, not pulling out until Peter’s vision began to blacken at the edges from lack of air. His cock, still half-hard, was pulled from Peter’s mouth with an audible pop. The man let go of Peter’s shoulders and let him fall onto the ground face first.
The Wolf, who now had Peter to himself, paused to flip the boy roughly onto his back, his arms still tied behind him and getting scraped up by the forest floor.
He lined his giant cock up to Peter’s cunt and, without even offering to count down again, thrust himself in until his balls slapped against Peter’s ass.
Peter came again, his scream of pain and pleasure now unmuffled by the Fox’s girth. The Wolf followed soon after, howling as spurts of hot semen painted Peter’s walls.
The Wolf stayed there for a moment, panting, before unceremoniously releasing his grip on Peter’s hips. The Rabbit lay there, stunned and blissfully ignorant of the other two men standing off to the side, patiently waiting for their turn with their prey.
(To be continued?)
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Author’s Note- this is my first erotica that I’m sharing, so please feel free to offer constructive criticism, feedback, or suggestions for future writings!