Stand up and look into the tent

With all this waiting, your curiosity as gottenthe better of you. You stand up and walk towards the tent. Opening up the flap that akts as a door you see the man bent over a large chest, digging trough its contents. Finally he seems to have found what he was looking for. As he turns around he sees you standing infront of the tents opening. Suddenly, his face morphs into an angry growl.

Screaming angrily he jumps towards you and graps you by the neck. Gasping for air, you uselessly grap at his fingers, but his iron grip doesn not stop. With explosive **** he moves his hand towards the ground taking your head and the rest of your body with it. You manage to catch yourself on the ground, on your hands and knees. His hand moves from your neck to the top of your head. Your painfull pleading does not seem to impress him as he pushes your head down. Your face is squished between his palm and the ground. You cry out again, but he still does not seem to care.

As the pain starts to get worse, you begin to wimper. As soon as you let out the dog noises you can feel the pressure on your head lighten. As he removes his hand from your head you look up at him. He still has a scolding look on his face. At least now, you know that he does not like you standing up.

Now that you can move your head freely again you take a look at what he retrieved from the chest just then. You realize that it is a collar and a leach, most likely for a dog. As your realization hits, he starts putting the collar around your neck. You try to prostest, but he silences your words with a quick push to the ground. Having learned your lesson you let him put on the leather collar and ty the leash to it. When he is done, he takes the end of the leash into his hand and starts to walk out of the tent. Before you can think about it, the leash tugs on the collar and pulls you towards the exit.

Barely keeping up you manage to walk on all fours. He leads you toward a post that sticks out of the ground on one side of the forrest clearing. He ties his end of the leash to the pole, checks all the knots and firmly looks into your eyes. His gaze is so intense that you cannot manage to avert your eyes. Again he points towards the ground. You get the hint and sit down on your back legs, like a dog. Happy wit your behaviour he walks away. He gets a bag with some tools from the tent and leaves you alone.

You reflect at you current predicament. On this savage island your are bound, naked, to a post. With a dog collar no less. The man who did this to you seems to like it that way. The full **** of your situation hits you. But what is most peculiar about this is your body's reaction to it.

Your dick hasn't been this hard in a long time.