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Twas a fine autumn day when Thoris the Walker was passing through the woods of Fallsdale. For many a month, Thoris had been traversing from city state to city state in his quest to learn of the world.

Thoris had heard of the dangers of the wood but it offered a path that would cut his trip to the city of Venetia by a day. And Thoris wasn't one to shirk from danger anyway. Surely he could handle a few miscreants.

The woods had grown brown and old as it prepared for winter. Even the birds had gone to greener places. Only the wind's gentle moan accompanied Thoris as he passed through the lonely wood. So Thoris stopped and listened when he heard the cracking of the brush behind him.

Before he had even a chance to draw his sabre, five highwaymen had surrounded him, their own sabres drawn menacingly.

"Well, another fine bird we've caught!" sneered the thieve's leader. "T'would seem no one heeds our woods reputation, would it, Boys!"

The Thieves laughed at their leader's joke and as they grabbed Thoris roughly and stood him against an ancient tree. Course rope was wound about his hands, binding them tight. Then that same rope was similarly tied around the tree.

"Mmmmmm!" Thoris protested mighty as a greasy black gag was cruelly XXXX in his mouth and tied in place. Thoris' hood was pulled over his eyes. The Highwaymen then proceeded to empty his money bag . " I thank thee for thy generosity!" The leader gave a courtious bow before disappearing. By the time Thoris managed to throw his hood back to see, the highway men were gone "Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" was all Thoris could say at the indignity as he struggled and struggled against the ropes that bound him. His wrists were rubbed raw and became slick with sweat. And was the sweat that gave Thoris his chance to escape.

By the time Thoris had managed to extricate himself, the morning had gone and the sun shown high above. weakly, he trudged on.

Fortunately, the scoundrels had not taken his beloved walking staff, thinking it a worthless stick. And they had also not found the secret pouch in his pants with the rest of his money. The highwaymen had delayed him but not broken him.

Perhaps it was Thoris' relief that preoccupied him enough to not notice the second group of highwaymen who had surrounded him.

"XXXX to the tyrant of Fallsdale! XXXX to Baron Gilder!" the apparent rebels bellowed as they grabbed Thoris and shoved another back greasy rag into Thoris' mouth. Thoris could only moan and grunt in helpless rage as he was once again bound to a tree. This time his hands were tied above his head to a tree limb. Another cord kept his back against the tree trunk.

The rebel's hands explored Thoris' body, poking and prodding but did not find his secret money pouch. That is, the rebels incessant rubbing began having an unexpected effect. His manhood began responding, enlarging until it burst from the confines of his clothes.

" Well well well", one of the rebels observed," seems he enjoys it a bit much!"

The rebel made a move to grab Thoris' manhood but then stopped, feeling instead around Thoris' crotch. he then reached inside the pants and pulled out the secret money pouch.

"We thank you for you kind donation to the cause!" One rebel yelled out.

Another grabbed a hold Thoris' walking stick. "Nice walking stick" was all he said before they rebels, like the highwaymen before them, disappeared into the forest.

The sun had arced across most of the sky by the time Thoris had freed himself. The ropes had taken forever to get out of, his hands rubbed red and raw.

Now Thoris had no money, no walking stick and he still had a long march until he would be clear of this damn forest. What else could go wrong?

"Your money or your life!" The leader of another group of highwaymen threatened, his men surrounding Thoris.

The sun was beginning to set upon the forest of Fallsdale. the only sounds were the whistling wind and the strained and muffled grunts of Thoris and he rolled and thrashed desperately to untie himself.

Once gain, Thoris had been bound and helpless. Yet another black greasy rag had been shoved into his mouth, gagging him (perhaps this was some kind of tradition among thieves) This time, Thoris had been laid down on the cold wet ground. His hands were tied behind his back and his feet bound with cord. Then even more rope was wrapped tightly and cruelly around Thoris, his chest, arms and legs. When the highway men were through, Thoris could only squirm helplessly in his bonds like a worm.

The ruffians did not found any money. Thoris had none left. They had even searched his pants, having heard a group of thieves/rebels had robbed a man who had hidden a pouch near his manhood. So the robbers took his shoes and disappeared as all the others had.

"Mmmmmm! MMMMM!!!" Thoris desperately cried for help but then thought better of it. He would probably only bring even more robbers and rebels and highwaymen. Thoris put all his strength into trying to slip his hands out of the ropes but this band were much better at ropes then the others. His body was secured and helpless. The gag made any cry for help only a muffled moan, even if Thoris was willing to try again.

Bound and gagged and helpless, Thoris could only pray that he somehow got free before night came and the really dangerous robbers and cut throats came out.

The End

Model: Brendon

Photographer: Caitiff