Mr. Coon, the baker, gave me lots of weird looks when I delivered him the honey. Even though the spunk on my face and tunic had already dried, I still must have smelled strongly of the satyr and his potent spunk. It was as if his animalistic cum served to mark his territory as well as for procreation! With a shameful look, I took the money from Mr. Coon and thanked him for his business. In my mind, I was sure that he was going to tell my father that not only was I late with the delivery, but that I also smelled like a cheap whore when I finally showed up!
The door slammed shut and I turned around to walk back home through the forest. I was feeling angry at myself for letting that creature fool me not once, but twice, into fulfilling his perverted needs. And what was more, I was angry at myself for how horny sucking the satyr's dick made me! Not only did I suck his cock, I did it willingly - that was probably the most humiliating part. And he was right - somewhere in the back of my head, I probably knew it was a trick the whole time. Some distant part of me wanted me to do it.
I was alone again, stepping into the woods, hoping I wouldn't run into Argus again. I couldn't afford that, not yet. I wanted to get back at him... somehow. But how? He was so cunning, and I wasn't afraid to admit that I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The creature needed to be taught a lesson, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do it alone.
Who would help me, though? I couldn't tell my friends that this creature tricked me into a blowjob twice already - they would just laugh at me. And my father? He will for sure be fuming once he learns that once again, I was the satyr's bitch. He hated the guy already, but I had doubts that he would be of any help on getting back at him.
My mind was racing as I was walking through the forest, when suddenly, I heard something. Footsteps. I stopped in my tracks - was it Argus again? What should I do if it was him? I probably shouldn't talk to him at all, but how was I supposed to resist, if he wasn't going to sweet-talk me into something dirty again?
Luckily, it wasn't him. A figure emerged from the bushes, someone who I didn't recognize. A short, stocky man stepped up on the path. He was wearing a flannel shirt and baggy overalls - it must have been killing him in this weather, having all his body covered in clothing like that! I couldn't tell if he had hair or if he was bald - his head was hidden under a cap and his face carried a bushy beard and a friendly smile. A lumberjack!
"Afternoon, lad," he said, tipping his cap to me, "Where are you headed? Taking a nice walk through the woods?"
I was a little taken aback by the friendly attitude of this man I've never met, but I wasn't going to be rude to him just because he was nice.
"Oh... hello, sir," I replied politely, "No, nothing like that. Just on my way back home. Long day today."
The lumberjack stepped closer and then sniffed the air. Then he looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. Of course he could smell the potent spunk of that darn satyr!
"I can tell," he chuckled, "Are you returning from the barracks, boy? Paid a small visit to the soldiers, have we, mmm?"
I instantly went red in the face with embarrassment.
"What? No, sir, nothing like that!"
"Really?" he questioned my answer, "Because it sure as hell smells like at least ten virile men did a number on you, boy."
I sighed. Might as well tell the truth - the man was a total stranger anyway.
"It's not like that, sir... I was tricked, actually. Well, kind of. By this strange creature that lives in the forest. But you probably wouldn't believe me."
"Ah!" to my surprise, the woodsman grunted knowingly, "So you ran into the satyr, haven't you?"
I paused and looked at him. I wasn't expecting other people to know about Argus!
"Yes!" I nodded, "Do you know about him?"
"That old perv? I wish I didn't know about him. You see, I'm in the woods all the time, just minding my own business, trying to do my job, and that little hairy bastard harrasses me constantly!" the lumberjack complained. Based on the tone of his voice, he was as frustrated with the satyr as I was!
"Really?" I asked, intrigued by what this man was saying.
"Yes", the man answered, "The beast has been getting on my nerves, something fierce. But I've had enough of him... I decided to teach that little prick a lesson about messing around with innocent people."
"Wow!" I laughed, excited. I couldn't believe my luck! It seemed like fate sent this man in my tracks for a reason, "Sir, I would love to help out with carrying out your plan. Or at least be there with you to see it when it happens."
The woodsman smiled at me.
"Is that so, lad?"
"Yes," I nodded frantically, "In fact, the sooner the better! We could do it right now... He will probably least expect it now, after I sucked him... errr, I mean after we just rain into each other."
"Then let's not waste any time," the woodsman said, reaching out to me with his hand. I noticed he was very hairy, much like Argus, but I paid it no mind. My only focus was on this plan right now.
"My name's Basil," he said, "Let's teach that furry bastard a lesson, together."
***
The lumberjack led the way through the forest, way off the path, deep into the wild labyrinth of trees and bushes. I was a little hesitant about going at first, but then I figured that I could trust someone like a woodsman with finding the way back. He spent most of his time in the forest, after all.
On our way, Basil told me the plan that he already had all worked out in his head.
"This satyr is the most perverted creature I've ever seen. He will trick anybody and fuck everything, just to get his rocks off. But it would be impossible for him to always find someone for that, these woods are pretty much deserted. And I know for a fact that he needs to blow his load at least a couple times a day."
"So, here's that he does: There is this tree, deep in his territory. You see, I got a little lost one day and wandered there, only to find the creep fucking a hollow knot in the trunk of that tree! I stayed to watch the whole thing and then came back several times. He goes there quite often. The tree is like his personal fuck-toy. A perfect size and depth for a dick."
A tree? That was pretty out there, but it definitely sounded like Argus - that horny, old bastard.
"I see," I replied, "But what about it?"
"Well," the lumberjack chuckled to himself, "As a woodsman. I know all the trees of this forest, and some of them have really interesting properties. There are these trees on the northern side, really old and sturdy... And they leak sap. A powerful sap, that won't let go so easily. I was thinking I would dribble a little bit of that into this toy of his... Turn his fuck-session into a very a sticky situation."
He was planning to trap the satyr in his own toy - and by his own dick!
"That's genius!" I exclaimed, only to be shushed by the lumberjack, because we were getting dangerously close to the satyr's territory.
