Timber Grizzly

Story Excerpt

The light was long overhead and was beginning to turn orange; rays cast down through the
evergreen and maple trees, and the trail ahead. Air of earth, pine, and warm leaves filled the nose
and lungs, as Jacob continued down the worn path, stepping over tree roots and rocks. His legs
burned, but in a good way. He was taking a different trail than normal.
Typically, he would take a longer trail, that he had hiked through often, following a ridge,
connecting two mountains, completing a loop of several miles. But today, he found the heat and
humidity a little too much for his liking. There was a trail about a third of the way along the
ridge that led down back towards the trailhead. It was steeper, and somewhat less traveled, but it
would be good to get back to his car, with the AC running.
It was also interesting experiencing a new path. He had known about the trail, of course, it was
on the map. But he had never been down it, and wondered if there were any good views of the
mountain range and small lakes in the area.
Jacob loved hiking.
His hands dug into the straps of his backpack, as he stepped down and over a boulder. His boots
touched soft dirt and he relaxed as the trail flattened out. He strode through from underneath the
canopy and out into the sun. The clearing revealed a cut in the woods, and Jacob breathed in the
fresh air, and stopped to admire the scene of the small blue body of water in the distance.
It wasn’t quite clear; there was still some haze partially obscuring the mountain range in the
miles beyond.
Jacob walked over to a stand of trees, out from the hot sun and into the cool shade. Dropping his
backpack off of his shoulders, he opened it, and withdrew a water bottle. Not so cold as he would
have preferred, he drank and wiped his mouth.
He was sure he was at least halfway down the mountain ridge, and probably only another mile or
so away from the trailhead. He decided to check his map at the bottom of the backpack. Just for
curiosity’s sake.
As he rummaged around, digging out the map, and starting to unfold it, Jacob heard the SNAP of
a twig, and felt the presence of someone else.
Spinning around, Jacob only caught a glimpse of the fist before it connected strongly against his
head, sending him spiraling downward. He collapsed, and crumped onto the dirt and rocky
ground.
Dazed, he immediately tried to scramble away, in terror, as two pairs of hands grabbed ahold of
him fast.
Vice-like grip pried at his wrists, and a pair of knees found their way onto his back, pinning him
to the ground. Twisting his head, he caught sight of two men.
Both of them wore heavy working gear, jeans, and heavy boots. Hands callused, and dirty, both
had beards. One of them wore a baseball cap backwards.
Both of them were laughing silently, one smiled and showed tobacco-stained teeth. Their eyes
had something akin to murder in them.
“He good enough?” one asked the other.
“Yup.”
“Please!” Jacob shouted to them, “My money is in my wallet in my pocket! Just take it!”
Both of the them laughed.
“We won’t that go to waste, don’t worry.”
“Who are you!” Jacob demanded, “What do you – “
Jacob’s field of vision was blocked by a canvas bag coming down over head. Heavy manila rope
was tied to his wrists, hands, and legs. Additional cloth was wrapped against Jacob’s face,
muffling his terrified screams.
The men carried him together, and after some minutes of struggling and screaming, Jacob
became quiet and calm enough to discern the steps and grunts as they worked their way down the
mountain. They were silent except for a brief conversation.
“We have time to go back to the spike camp? I didn’t eat breakfast.”
“No. Rendezvous is in only two or three hours. We can hit up that gas station on the main road
we passed afterwards.”
“Sounds good.”
Jacob continued to struggle, slowing the men down as much as he could. He began to scream
through the muffled gag again.
Five knuckles rocked stars into his brain, and Jacob ceased.
Sometime later, Jacob was nauseous and dizzy, when the men stopped walking, and he heard the
unmistakable sound of the tailgate of a pickup truck being opened.
They must be in a parking lot, maybe even at the trailhead!
Jacob bellowed as loud as he could in a panic, and as he did, he felt himself falling through the
air. He slammed down onto the bed of the pickup truck, and winced in pain.
Within moments, he could feel ratchet straps tying him down to the bed, tightening around his
body. He was soon unable to move around.
“We are driving down logging roads.” One of the men said, and it took a moment for Jacob to
realize that the men were addressing him.
“There is no one around for miles. No one to hear you scream. So, scream all you want.”
Jacob soon heard the doors of the cab open and close, and the truck started up with a rumble.
Motion.
And they were driving.
And Jacob did scream as loud as he could.
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Jacob’s voice grew hoarse, and he had quit struggling against the straps after it became obvious
that there was no relieving the tension. It seemed that hours dragged on and on.
There was at least one crumpled aluminum can in the bed of the truck with him, and every so
often, it would bounce and roll against him.
He was jolted awake from a quick doze that he hadn’t intended on taking, by the sudden stopping
and silencing of the truck’s engine.
As the doors opened and closed once again, Jacob could hear the noise of a crowd of people all
around them.
Before he could scream or shout, the tension from the rachet straps lifted, and two pairs of hands
grabbed his feet, and he was pulled upright from out of the back of the truck.
Jacob was shoved up against the fender, and a powerful hand grasped his throat in a choke-hold.
“Listen carefully…”, one of the men commanded, “We’re going to take the gag and hood off. If
you scream or shout, we will pummel you until you stop. Do you understand?”
Jacob could only nod.
The hood was removed, and Jacob squinted against the light, as the two men led him away from
the truck, dragging him across a makeshift parking lot.
Jacob stared and ogled, twisted around, looking at the strange otherworldly sight before him.
They were in a small field in the middle of the forest, probably a clearing made from the logging
companies in the area.
All around, standing next to various trucks, and other off-road vehicles, were dozens and dozens
of people, all bound and naked.
Other groups, mostly of men, were walking around and talking to each other, some of them
groping and stopping to examine the naked individuals.
Jacob’s jaw dropped in awed silence as they crossed the field, not believing what he saw in front
of him.
A woman was on her knees, her hands clasped behind her back, her head bobbing back and forth
servicing a middle-aged man who was chuckling and laughing with some others. He caressed
and stroked her hair.
He passed by a naked man, lying prostrate on the ground, holding and kissing the dirty mud
caked boots of another man.
He saw another naked man on all fours, crawling in the mud. This one had a strange leather mask
on that gave him the appearance of a dog. A man and a woman were taunting him, calling him
‘Fido’ and throwing various sticks and twigs off of the ground towards him. ‘Fido’ seemed to be
trying to catch them in his mouth. He yipped and barked as he did so, and the man and woman
seemed delighted.
A woman’s shout caught Jacob’s attention, and he twisted in time to witness a naked younger
girl being dragged away by several men. A naked man, who was leashed to a tree next to several
others, was fighting and struggling against his bonds, and yelling ‘Tiffany’ over and over.
Two clothed men walked over, and began admonishing and then beating him. His cries for
Tiffany soon ceased.
Turning around, Jacob saw a circle of people all laughing and egging two naked men on. Both
had stiff erections and were frotting each other. Each of them had their hands tied behind them.
One of the women in the crowd encircling the two figures reached out and slapped one of them
on the ass, electing a yelp, and a surge of laughter from the crowd.
WHERE WAS THIS PLACE?
Jacob’s sightseeing adventure ended as the two men dragging and pulling him came to the edge
of the field. An older man, probably in his seventies, was standing seemingly guarding or
watching over a group of naked or partially clothed people all crouching and sitting down on the
ground.
Jacob was stopped up against a tree, and the older man came over. He was graying, and mostly
bald. He wore an old stained T-shirt, and his jeans were torn. His face wrinkled when we spoke.
Unlike his other two captors, his teeth were white and clean.
“New stock?” he addressed them as he looked over Jacob. The way his gaze took ahold of Jacob,
and the way he looked him up and down, turned his stomach over.
WHAT WAS GOING ON?
“Yeah, fresh.”
The old man reached out, and Jacob flinched as his hand went to Jacob’s chest and cupped his
right pec, flicking his thumb off of his nipple.
The old man laughed, and the two men grinned.
The old man reached out again, and grabbed Jacob’s head, pushing it back, locking eyes with
him.
Lust, Jacob realized with horror. The man’s eyes held lust.
The old man let go. “He’s cute.”
“We found him on one of the hiking trails.”
The old man smiled, showing his white teeth again, “You enjoy the great outdoors?” he said, this
time asking Jacob.
“Y-y-yes…” Jacob stammered out, growing more and more terrified by the moment.
“Oh, that’s good… that’s very good…” the old man laughed again creepily, “… you’ll spending
a lot of time outside from now on.”
The other two men laughed as well, as Jacob could only wince and keep himself from shaking in
fear.
“How old are you, boy?” the old man continued his inquiry, taking his hands and feeling up and
down Jacob’s chest and hips, sending him into a shiver.
“Twenty-four.”
“Very good.” He replied, his hungry eyes, and searching hands, grasping and groping around. He
slipped one underneath Jacob’s shirt, and Jacob flinched again, as the callused hand ran along his
toned stomach and abs.
“Young and gorgeous. Fine stock.” The old man licked his lips, as Jacob’s legs turned to jelly.
He leaned against the tree to keep from falling over, nearly shaking, his stomach roiling.
“Name?”
“Jacob.”
“Will have to do for now.” The old man said dismissively. “Good work men.” He spoke
addressing the other two now. “This one is good stock. I have other transactions to do first.
Negotiations are all complete, just need to finalize. But I have someone in mind that may be a
buyer.”
A WHAT?
“We’ll watch him and the others.” One of the two men said.
“Good. Good…” the old man said, beginning to walk off, “Get him ready for exhibition. I’ll be
back momentarily.”
“You got it boss.” The other man responded, and then they both turned and faced Jacob.
OH GOD WHAT NOW
One of the men produced a knife from his pocket, and flipped it open. Their smiles were pure
evil.
Jacob started back in horror as the tip of the knife plunged towards his chest. He blinked,
expecting blood, but instead felt the tearing of the fabric of his shirt.
“What the hell?”
Jacob’s cries were ignored. The man without the knife slapped Jacob over the head. He cursed
and struggled as the shirt was removed and torn from his chest, leaving it exposed.
“Look at this, he’s like a sculpture…”
“Feels really smooth too.”
Jacob could only feel revulsion and shock as hands ran their way along his stomach, abs, and
chest. Exploring further, one of them took a hold of his throat, and brought a hand up to his pec.
Looking into those horrible lustful eyes, the smile of brown teeth, a sickening wave of emotion
crashed, as the man began pinching Jacob’s nipple.
It wasn’t from the small amount of pain that Jacob recoiled, but rather the strange mixture of
feelings, horror and disgust being the most powerful, but there was another one. It was small. But
undeniable.
The other man was behind Jacob now, and had his arm wrapped around Jacob’s waist, holding
the knife in his other hand, pulling him closer.
Jacob could feel the man’s breath on the nape of his neck, then the wet of his lips, and a lick of
the tongue. Jacob staggered; a lump caught in his throat.
This was horrifying, but there was this feeling of… it was undeniable. What was wrong with
him?
“Alright, let’s continue and see what we are really dealing with here.”
Their hands immediately went below Jacob’s waist, and it was at this point that Jacob’s panic
began to override all of his other senses.
“No! Not that! Get off! Get – “
A punch from the man without the knife into Jacob’s stomach knocked the wind out of him, and
he fell to his knees gasping.
A hand grabbed a fistful of Jacob’s hair and jerked it violently, causing Jacob to yelp.
“Be quiet. We can make this a hundred times worse than it needs to be.”
Jacob held back tears in his eyes, as the knife worked its way through the hemp canvas belt, and
then through the denim of his jeans.
It was soon in tatters around his ankles, and pulled off.
He was stood up in his gray boxers, and the undeniable feeling through all of the horror, disgust,
and revilement became apparent to all of those concerned and present.
“Hell, look at this, he’s enjoying it.”
“They all do. Deep down, they all enjoy it. Or learn to enjoy it eventually.”
“N-nnn-no…” Jacob whimpered.
A callused hand grabbed Jacob’s erect cock through the cotton boxers. He could feel it throbbing
and getting stiffer with the man holding it.
It didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t enjoying any of this. Why was he erect?!
“Main event.” The man with the knife spoke simply, and he cut through the elastic band, and
pulled the boxers off in piece, dropping them to the ground below.
Rough hands cupped Jacob’s ballsack. Jacob trimmed, but didn’t shave completely, and their
fingers ran through the hair, sending shudders and chills up his spine.
The knife was put away, and both of them had their hands on his dick. Precum began to flow
from his penis, and the men laughed as Jacob blinked away tears beginning to form.
“Oh…god…no…”
His ass cheek was groped next, and Jacob felt only humiliation and shame, despite not having
any desire, or willingness, as his cheeks were pulled apart, and his puckering asshole inspected.
“That’s gorgeous.” One of them remarked.
“That’s true virgin ground.” The other said.
Jacob felt fingers touch his asshole and begin to pry.
“Please stop! No!” Jacob shouted, and tried to squat down, and made a futile struggle against the
rope bonds.
“Alright, enough of this. Fun’s over. Shut him up.” The man with the backwards cap
commanded.
“Righty-oh” the other said, bending down and picking up the gray scrap of cloth that had been
Jacob’s boxers. Looking at Jacob, balling the dirt encrusted underwear in his hand, “Open.”
Tears now streaming down his face, Jacob forced himself to open his mouth. The dry dirty cloth
was forced in.
The men added additional rope to his bonds, and secured him to the tree he had been leaning
against.
Finally, they managed to get Jacob’s boots and socks off, throwing them into the woods.
“Do you need me around? I’m still hungry, and that group there is selling food, I think.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll watch this crowd. Just be back before the boss-man returns.”
“You got it.”
The two men walked off separately. One of them went across the field, and the other to a small
chair at the edge of the woods, sighing and sitting back.
Exposed and naked, Jacob took a look at his immediate surroundings, and for the first time,
noticed that there were others sitting around near him. They didn’t have any rope or any bindings
that he could see. They were simply sitting naked in the dirt, without anyone hovering over them.
All of them seemed to be wearing black dog collars.
Why didn’t they try to run?
The makeshift gag in Jacob’s mouth made it impossible to talk, and he couldn’t spit it out. The
man had packed it in tightly, and he labored to breath through his nose.
The heat and humidity cause the sweat to pool on his forehead and drip down to his face, and
then fully nude body.
Where was he? What did he stumble into? Why did he decide to take a shortcut trail home?!
Glancing every so often at the man sitting on the chair – he appeared to be dozing -, Jacob tested
the bonds, struggling against the manila rope. Trying desperately to loosen the bindings. But it
was hopeless. It appeared to him that as he struggled more and more, the bonds and knots would
only ever get tighter and tighter. Soon he had exhausted himself.
He sighed and rested his head back on the rough bark of the tree in frustration, closing his eyes
against the hot sun.
Why did he decide to take a shortcut trail home?!