Thank you again for all the lovely comments. It is really appreciated. You've kept me wanting to finish the story off. I can't say yet what's coming next, perhaps a few more one-off stories involving Hunter so that I don't have to worry about finishing them off. For now, I thought I'd write a short epilogue to finish off this story properly.
A Week with Hunter: Epilogue
I lost count of the number of times I was milked. By this point, all I could focus on was the pure ecstacy of the situation. I closed my eyes for a moment. Then, everything stopped. Silence.
I opened my eyes.
I was stood outside, in the marsh where I had been walking before... everything. I looked down - fully clothed, no ropes, chains or gags. No vibrators or cockrings, no-one else around. I looked at my watch: 15:50. Just a minute had passed. I almost felt my memories flooding back, as my priorities shifted back to the real world. I needed to de-frost the chicken for tonight. That fact had been foremost in my head... ten minutes ago? No. A week ago? Or was that just a dream?
I headed home.
Once I got back, a message came through on my phone, from Ethan! 'Yeah, sounds good. I'll check my calendar and see when I'm free.' Again, it was totally normal, as if the past 'week' hadn't taken place at all.
As the days passed, I struggled to remember more and more details. Occasionally, a handsome, slightly supernatural face would appear in my dreams, teasing my with the occasional piece of rope or a dangling ball gag. Had any of it even been real? I looked up the sporting news. Tim Nightly was live, on track to win his third world championships in diving, cheered on by his teammates, including Jake Naugher. There was no way he'd be able to perform such a feat so quickly if he had really been in Hunter's captivity. Maybe it had all been a dream?
I couldn't take it. It had seemed so real. I set off into town, before standing in front of a faintly familiar shop,
The Demon of Pleasure. I went inside.
***
"Mmmmmph..." I moaned gently, as my cock was vibrated in unison with Ethan's.
"Mmmmmph..." he moaned back in agreement.
We were tied to two poles facing each other. Our hands were tied behind our backs, with rope firmly pinning our upper arms to our torsoes, and our bodies to the pole. Our legs were tied together and to the poles at our ankles, above and below our knees and at our thighs. We were totally naked, our mouths stuffed with the last jockstrap the other had worn (which were naturally salty with precum), ballgags strapped tightly over and multiple layers of tape wrapped around on top. We were close enough together that our cocks were pressed together and strapped to the same vibrator, with a tight crotchrope keeping them hard as well.
"Mph!" I jolted in slight surprise as the dildo in my backside started to vibrate pleasingly.
"Mmm-MMMPPPHH!" Ethan moaned with pleasure as his switched on simultaneously.
It had been six weeks since our Lord had last required us to cum. Hopefully, he would honour us with his presence before too long. In the past twenty years, the longest we'd ever had to wait was twelve weeks. We were eager to see him and be put in a new position, but the best bit was when he edged and milked us by hand. On our tenth anniversary, he had stayed and edged us non-stop for a whole month, before tying us in a 69 position and letting us suck each other off for a whole week, while also joining in, from in front and behind if you catch my meaning. We were hoping that he'd come for our twentieth, which was only two weeks away.
The gaps between his visits were getting longer. Perhaps this time, he'd let us spend some time with Daniel or Nathan, or even with Tim Nightly or Jake Naugher. We'd only seen them a couple of times these past twenty years.
"MMMPPPHHHH!" Ethan groaned and wriggled about as everything switched off again.
"MMMMPHH!" I replied, trying to rub our rock hard cocks together. With the tight crotchrope, all we could do was leak precum over each other's cocks.
No matter. Soon, our Lord would be here, and he would reward us for our loyalty. Twenty years and counting. I'd have to extend the contract for another fifty years at some point. Oh well, I still had thirty to think about that.
"Mmmmmph..." we moaned with pleasure as the vibrators came back on.
With the final illustration, of course:
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