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3:15 AM, Friday
The masked man is here.
Lurking just outside my truck.
This is the third time that he has entered my area.
Always past the tree line, never crossing it.
He stands motionless in the same spot for a few minutes before disappearing into the woods.
I am emboldened to chase him down each time.
But being a vagabond, I’m trying my best not to draw any attention to myself.
Later that night, I make my way to the shower house located on the northern side of the woods.
The area is abandoned all night and I always come here to clear my head.
There’s something calming about taking a shower in darkness.
The water is cool and the night air is humid.
At least, I think it is.
I cannot feel these things myself, but it’s easier to imagine sensations in the dark.
He must think that I can't sense him looking at me.
Well, let him take a good look.
Because after tonight, he will be my guest.
*SNAP*
THWIIIP~!
Got him.
That was too easy.
I tie the masked man up onto the nearest tree,
preparing my questions while restraining him.
I will get my answers after tonight.
“W-w-ho sent y-you? W-w-was it HIM?"
No reply.
I strike my axe onto the side of the tree near his face in frustration.
Partly because of my stutter and partly because of his stupid, uncooperative stare.
THWACK~!
Nothing. No retort. Just shrouded, bottomless holes looking back at me.
“P-perhaps I'll t-take a p-p-peek under that m-mask for m-m-mmyself,” I tell him.
Now we're talking.
The threat of being unmasked caused a sudden reaction.
And it seems that he does understand me, even if he can’t speak to me.
His legs brace onto me in a hold.
But this is useless.
I can wiggle out of this eventually (and I have an axe, too, for that matter).
“I c-c-can c-c-cut my w-way out if I h-have to.”
His grip doesn’t give. Not much of a threat, it seems.
Mmf! Wow, he's really got me clasped like a vice.
"Are y-you enjoying t-t-this”, I tell him?
He nods, ‘yes.'
At that moment, I look down and feel a warmth coming from between his legs.
Is he—?!
He is! He’s erect under those pants
(as am I, from all the rubbing).
I blush in embarrassment.
“Are y-y-y-ou going to l-let g-g-go?”
He nods, ‘no’
“F-f-fine,” I exclaim.
If he wants to make this more difficult on himself, then I will discomfort him into releasing me.
I start by slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
Making room for his bulge to grow out.
Steam is slowly bellowing out of the stranger’s mask.
He’s as flustered as I am but doesn’t squirm in disapproval.
“W-w-what do w-we have h-here?
Is this turning y-y-you on?”
He nods ‘yes.’
I didn’t expect that. I got this far hoping that this would be enough to get him to loosen his grip on me or freak him out.
But he’s enjoying this.
His size throbs in my palm as I pull it out.
I whip out my own length.
Our two cocks rub through the soft cotton of my brief and his boxer fabric.
Our tips are moist with pre-cum.
I would be lying if I didn't find him to be rather impressive.
Especially this quickly. Has he been pining for me all this time, even as he was tied up like this?
“F-freak,” I blurt out.
That makes two of us.
I don’t want to take off his mask. But I consider this to be the closest substitute to a kiss.
I tell the stranger as much, through bated breath.
I salivate a large glob onto our dicks for lubrication.
Softly squeezing my fist as I stroke our arousals.
Pulsing with each wet motion.
Our paired stimulation is like an accumulating flame.
I could feel him getting closer to climax.
“W-would it be ok-k-ay if we m-mmmoved this convers-sation to my o-o-office?”
The stranger nods in agreement.
“D-don’t t-t-try anything sss-stupid.”
I detach my axe and plunge it down onto the rope restraining him.
We make our way downhill towards my truck.
Unaware that we had eyes on us this whole time.
