Fucked in the Woods
#4 of Story Sketches
Story concept for a wolf who breaks into a cabin in the woods, and is discovered by the owners, who extract payment in their own special way.
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Go for a hike, they said.
It'll be fun, they said.
Adam would have sworn, if his teeth weren't chattering so much. The storm had swept in from nowhere. He'd been some distance from his camp, gathering firewood and following a seemingly endless series of incredible vistas to be photographed. Now he just hoped to survive the night.
He pushed through some branches, and like a heavenly vision, there was a cabin. No smoke, no lights...but shelter was shelter. He struggled through the snow drifts to the front door, hammering on it. "Hello? Please let me me!"
No response, as he'd feared. The door was locked, but he was desperate. Summoning his remaining strength, he kicked at it, and it burst open. He hurried inside and slammed the door shut.
The cabin hadn't seen inhabitants for ages. Dust covered most surfaces, and a small bird had made a nest in the rafters. It was cold, but nowhere as cold as it had been outside. The wolf dragged himself over to a couch, curling up and tucking his nose into his tail, trying to warm up from body heat. Exhausion brought the bill, and he was asleep in minutes.
When the door opened again, two raucous voices woke him. Tired and confused, he could do nothing but sit up and stare as two large bulls walked in. The second one was still making conversation when his companion stopped dead in front of him, and knocked into him.
"Hey! Move, dumbshit."
The bull in the lead ignored him, frowning at Adam. "Who the FUCK are you?"
Adam gulped. "Uh, hello, sorry. I'm Adam. I, uh, got lost in the storm, and I found this cabin...I'm really sorry about the door."
The rear bull fiddled with the handle. "You fucking broke it?"
Adam felt deeply uneasy. The bulls were far bigger than he was. "I'm really, really sorry. I'll pay for it to be fixed, please, I just need a place to rest until the storm-"
The front bull clopped over to him, grabbing him by the nape of his neck, making him yelp. "You're fucking SORRY? This isn't fucking Cincinnati, thief. Sorry doesn't fix shit up here! You pay up NOW!"
Adam whined and patted his pockets. "I..." Another whine. "I can't find my wallet..." He was shaking again, but this time it wasn't the cold. The bull looked hard at him, and snorted. Then he looked over at his companion, and something seemed to go between them. He dropped the wolf back onto the couch.
"You got a phone?" Adam shook his head. That was back in his tent. "Anyone know you're up here?" The wolf shook his head again, slower this time. The questions were making him uneasy. The bull stepped back to his friend, and they conferred in quiet voices before both looking at Adam with deeply unsettling looks. When one of the bulls walked over to a cupboard and pulled it in front of the door, Adam gasped and pressed back into the couch.
The first bull smirked and walked closer. "Where are my manners, huh? Me and Jim chatted, and money isn't necessary. We'll take payment in another way." He reached down to unzip himself, letting a pink, uncut prick flop out on top of two fat, hairy balls. A hand dropped onto Adam's head and pulled him forward. "C'mere, pretty, and give daddy's cock a nice warm greeting..."