I
can’t think of much to write about these days- what with this awful month of
January and all.
However,
my purpose here is to entertain you- the reader of this Blog, so I think I had
better get to it- hadn’t I?
Now,
I can’t do a balancing act nor recite poetry because you can neither hear nor
see me.
No,
I will just have to impress you with words or a story.
Now,
let me see……
Well…
There
once was a Woodcutter by the name of Nathan. Nathan lived in the woods in a
cozy, little cottage made of wood- since he was a Woodsman. He built the
charming cottage by himself in an open meadow within the woods. Nathan was very
strong and had huge biceps because of the woodcutting and other stuff that he
did- almost daily.
Many
people- both manly men and willowy women, who lived in the neighbouring village
considered him hot! Now, some of the other “stuff” he didn’t do every day but he
did do it most days and there were even some days when he did other “stuff”
three and four times.
Now,
about two weeks ago, Nathan went to bed at his usual time- about 930 ish. Nathan
as I mentioned before was very strong. He was also very, very handsome with a
cleft chin and a profuse patch of wiry hair on his chest.
He
would be quite the catch.
Nathan
as I mentioned before was a beefy, brawny man. He stood about 5 foot 9 in his
bare, athletic feet and always slept in the raw.
That
means naked.
He
liked to air his pores at night. He also liked to unfetter his man-parts,
letting them flop about all night long- unencumbered.
To
put it quite plainly Dear Readers- Nathan liked being naked.
Some
days he would even chop wood while he was naked- that’s not only dangerous, it’s
a story for another time and place!
So,
Nathan trotted off to bed after brushing his teeth and taking a long, hot, soapy
shower with Mr. SpongeJohn. That’s what Nathan called his “shower glove”-
Mr.
SpongeJohn.
Soon,
after climbing between the cool sheets- made from 350 thread count Egyptian
cotton, Nathan fell into a deep sleep. He slept for several hours.
Much
later, he woke finding his arms flung uncomfortably above his head.
Nathan
knew he never slept with his arms above his head….although, sometimes when the morning
sun spread its welcoming rays across the bed, he would kick off the covers and
lie there letting the sun caress every inch of his powerful, naked Woodcutter’s
body.
Nathan
knew he was awake but his head felt a little fuzzy. His right arm seemed to be asleep
even though he knew he had to be awake. The arm started to tingle- just a bit.
He
felt different somehow. It didn’t feel like he was lying on his familiar, soft,
memory foam mattress tucked between 350 thread count sheets. He lifted his head
to the right and saw that he was lying flat on what appeared to be a piece of
warm, dark-coloured, granite. He tilted his head forward and looked down his
stocky Woodcutter frame through the thick, black hair that covered his muscular,
barrel-shaped chest.
At
once he could see he was still naked.
His
size 12 feet were bare and he could see both ankles were bound by what appeared
to be thick, dark-coloured, leather straps.
The
straps were irritating his leg hair.
Yes,
not only was Nathan a Woodsman but he was a hairy Woodsman.
That
was a plain and simple fact- very hairy indeed- from the top of his head to the
tip of his furry toes. Onlookers
frequently made the same observation when they saw him swimming in the pond at
the edge of the village.
He
didn’t mind.
He
liked being hirsute.
Somehow
it made him feel like a manly man- confident and comfortable in his own hairy
skin.
Nathan
chuckled to himself - better that than a pale-skinned, eviscerated chicken like
some of the other guys who swam in the pond.
Yes,
to be sure, Nathan trimmed occasionally with his Phillips Body Hair Trimmer
just to keep things looking neat and tidy but right now, the ample hair on his
legs and ankles was the reason for the slight discomfort. Hair burn- he
thought.
Looking
above his head he could see that both wrists were bound by the same leather
straps as his ankles. His right arm still tingled with numbness. He curled his beefy
arms and flexed his bound Woodsman Wrists as much as he could and soon some of
the numbness abated- yet the leather thongs still held his thick wrists firmly
in place.
He
looked about and saw torches gently flickering at each corner of the slab where
he lay- constrained. Orange-hued flames gently danced across his tanned stomach
and thighs.
Actually,
Nathan was tanned all over, you know, what with chopping wood naked sometimes.
He
wasn’t cold as he lay there.
The
air temperature in the room and that of the slab was warm and comforting. It
was dark except for the flickering light from the torches and a rather large
candelabrum- that held a dozen or so candles, standing a short distance to the
left of his unclothed frame. At first Nathan thought he heard Liberace playing “How
Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria” from the Sound of Music but alas he was
mistaken.
The
room was quiet.
Nathan,
as I mentioned before, felt comfortable in his nakedness, so he didn’t find his
predicament upsetting in the least being tied to that slab in a comfortably
warm- yet darkened room. He wondered how he had been brought to this place. Who
had tied his naked Woodcutter’s frame to the granite slab and why had he not resisted?
At
present, Nathan laid there in all his glory, pondering the situation. As he did
so, he felt a strange movement of air nearby and saw a shadow moving through
the flickering candlelight. Although he could see no one, he sensed a presence.
Someone or something was standing or perhaps sitting just outside the boundaries
of his peripheral vision. A minute or two passed.
Nathan’s
muscles strained from beneath his leather straps as he tried to free himself.
He
had to pee but struggling was useless. He was bound tightly.
How
good he must look- he mused, tied naked to the slab. If only someone had the wherewithal
to snap a photo or two with his smartphone but alas Nathan realized he wasn’t wearing
the jacket where his Smartphone was safely tucked away in the inside breast
pocket.
Suddenly,
as Nathan lay there looking all good and musclebound, he felt a soft, gentle brush
across his manly hardware. He looked down once more, through the wiry, dark
hair covering his beefy chest, then down even more over his tawny mid-section
towards his privates.
There
he saw a rugged hand holding a large, red feather which was tickling his
manbits…
The
End.
