Happy Anniversary!

He looks so pretty tied to the chair, passed out, naked and with a stiff cock courtesy of the viagra and roofie spiked protein shakes I've been feeding him for the last 48 hours. I'll finally let him come to now that I've gotten enough of what I need for his surprise. I roughly slap his cheeks a few times to speed up the process. With a low moan he opens those pretty green eyes first with confusion closely followed by shock and fear. It probably is scary waking up to the feel of the largest butt plug i could find and a ball gag in his mouth, but that's a him problem.

"Comfortable?" I ask.

The only response he's capable of giving is a vigorous shake of his head.

"Good. Here's the deal, I'm going to feed you a little snack, give you some shoes and set you loose outside. You don't get the privilege of clothes since you did give me a bit of a struggle getting you all the way out here. It's currently 8:30pm, if I find you by midnight I'll be fucking you with my strap on, that's why you have that plug stretching out your pretty asshole, preparing for me. If you make it past then you'll get the pleasure of licking my pussy from your knees before I fuck you in the ass. If when I catch you, you've lost your butt plug I will whip you until I deem you repentant. Nod if you understand the rules."

He's been fighting against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles throughout my explanation but takes the time to stare beseechingly at me like I'm going to take pity on him before eventually nodding.

"Fantastic, I'll get your snacks!" I place a bowl on his lap before undoing the ropes around his nondominant hand and removing the ball gag. I'm not stupid, if I give him any advantage he'll be able to get himself out of this situation but with the grogginess of the roofies and the lack of coordination from his left hand all he'll be able to do is feed himself handfuls of my candy concoction. I admire how holding the bowl has his knees together and feet on his tippy toes, killing any semblance of manliness he may have possessed. He's probably starving after his enforced liquid diet so it takes a few mouthfuls for the strange taste to register.

"Are these expired?" He asks hoarsely.

I roll my eyes because of course that's the first conclusion he would draw. "Absolutely not! I made them fresh this morning." The bowl is already almost empty and I'm positively giddy watching him eat them.

"You made these?"

I hope the roofies haven't killed too many brain cells if this is as quickly as his synapses are firing now. "Took me forever to individually pop them out of their little cummy bear molds." His chewing slows as he looks a little closer at the few tiny bears left in his bowl.

"You mean gummy bears."

I quickly reach forward and grip his face, my nails biting into his jaw. "If I meant gummy bears that's what I would've said." His eyes widen with realization as I shove his face to the side and he begins to gag. "If you vomit I'll make you lick it clean from the floor so I suggest you keep it down." His gagging morphs into determined coughs, i guess vomit is less appealing than gourmet cummy bears.

"You should be grateful, do you know how much work it was to harvest enough cum to make those? I had to suck you off 4 times in your drugged stupor."

I start gathering my supplies and packing them away before I toss a pair of tennis shoes and a watch at his feet. "Don't forget the rules, you have until midnight. And because I'm a gracious God, I'll give you a head start."

It'll take him some time to get out of his ropes so I meander past the tree line and pull on my night vision goggles I got just for this. Obviously I'm going to cheat.

From my vantage point I watch as he stumbles out of the cabin and down the steps, his cock still hard and bouncing as he runs. I wish I could blame the cold for it looking so small but unfortunately stature doesn't always translate to dick size. He's a good looking guy I'll give him that, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, a great smile when he isn't sniveling around a ball gag. But it's a good thing I'll be doing the fucking because he's not gods favorite.

He doesn't hesitate and just barrels straight into the woods, foregoing stealth in favor of speed. It doesn't really matter though, I picked this location because there are obstacles insurmountable on foot in every direction. I follow behind keeping enough distance that he can't hear me over his own one man stampede. Branches reach out and slice through his pristine skin, blood now mixing with a thin layer of sweat. I let him run until he reaches the steep ravine there's no way he could make it across. He's panicking now, he only has half an hour before his time runs out and he thinks he has a chance. I double back and cut through the woods diagonally knowing the route he's taking will bring him to the perfect clearing for my activities. I couldn't have herded this little piggy any better if I gave him a compass and a map. I have maybe 3 minutes before he runs through the trees into the clearing so I quickly set to tying a trip wire and pulling out my tazer gun. As soon as he hits the ground I light him up with enough voltage to briefly incapacitate him but not enough to knock him out. I want him lucid while he's taking my cock. He grunts as I fasten his wrists behind his back and haul his hips up until he's on his knees.

"Don't move or I'll shock your ass again, those prongs can come out when I'm finished fucking you raw."

I twist his wrist to check the time earning a pained whimper. "You almost made it to the holy land, 11:57. Now you'll have to take it without even tasting heaven."

I already have the harness on and just need to attach the 8 inch monster i plan on demolishing him with. I pull it from my bag of tricks along with the lube and leather riding crop. I generously apply the lube to my hand and massage his loose hole.

"Did you think ditching the plug back there would make you run faster?" I spit on each cheek before cracking the crop across each one alternating in quick succession. He grunts after each impact, his ass turning the cutest shade of pink.

"Are you ready to be a good little piggy and scream for me?" Let the begging and bargaining commence.

"Please, you can't do this, i can't take that much, that's too big! What do you want? Money? I'll give you anything!" he cries.

His panic mounts as I prepare to mount him, positioning myself behind him and lubing my silicone cock. "Oh, you'll give me everything, little pig." I grip his hips tightly, fingernails breaking the skin and impale him with the full 8 inches. With his hands bound behind his back he writhes facedown in the mud trying to worm away from me but I don't give him enough of a reprieve before I begin mercilessly fucking him. I reach around and pump his cock in rhythm with my thrusts and his screams of protests morph into moans of pleasure.

"Do you want me to stop now little piggy whore?" I ask breathlessly.

"God no don't stop!" He screams.

"That's right you cockslut, I am your God, and you'll worship me."

He's a moaning mess of affirmations beneath me, begging to cum.

"Look at your sad excuse for a cock and open your mouth."

He quickly obliges, covering his face completely in mud to get in position to accept his own load willingly. With one hand pumping his cock and the other gripping the back of his hair, I thrust a few more times before he's spurting ropes of hot cum into his greedy mouth. He collapses beneath me as I slowly pull out and walk to my bag to start putting things away. Once I've cleaned myself of the sticky lube he's caught his breath enough to roll to his side, a beautiful sight covered in mud and cum.

"I'll still lick your pussy if you come sit on my face" he says with that smile I can't resist.

"Absolutely not, you're filthy!" I smack him in the arm as I untie him and help him up. I toss him the sweatpants from my bag and start wiping off his face as he steps into them.

"What day is it and where does my boss think I am?" He asks.

"It's Tuesday and you're currently at the bottom of a bottle mourning your cousin Tyler, taken from this world too soon in a freak boating accident. Your boss sends his sympathies and a lovely selection of flowers."

"I don't have a cousin Tyler."

"Well not anymore, he's dead from a freak boating accident, keep up." I knew I used too many roofies. He takes my hand as we walk back towards the cabin.

"A+ for creativity but im starving, a man can't survive on viagra and cummy bears. Wanna find a waffle house?"

"Sure but you really do need to shower first, you're disgusting."

"Fine, fine. How do you think you'll top this next year?"

"I'm sure I'll think of something. Happy anniversary by the way."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."