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It was one of those wonderful summers when the weather was like something out of the Garden of Eden. After painting in my studio all winter I wanted to go into the woods and do forest landscapes. I'd always done portraits and cityscapes and made good money from them, now I felt it was time to try painting from nature. We have a deep woodlands close by so I decided to camp out and paint. I had some old camping gear from my father's time, now I could put it to good use. I spent the better part of the day cleaning and airing the equipment, and adding some necessary items that brought my supplies up to date. The only thing left to do was to pick up a few fresh canvases and I could leave for my painting junket. After a short trip to Woodlands Park I drove as far into the woods as the park road went. The road ended at the Ranger station and provided general parking for hunters. Since it was between hunting seasons I had the whole lot to myself, perhaps the whole woods. Locking the car I set out on foot with my gear. Walking for several miles I came upon a little clearing with a stream running through it, I'd found my place to paint, my Eden. It took most of the day getting set up, and by sunset I had established my home for the next couple of weeks. I washed up in the creek and sat by the fire drying off in the heat of the flames. It seemed strange sitting there naked with the night creeping in around me, almost primeval. I felt like Adam in the Garden of Eden. When I was dry and warm I bedded down in my old sleeping bag. It was good to smell the clean air and see the stars and before long I drifted off to sleep. As morning was breaking I was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps coming through the brush. Looking up I saw this huge uniformed black Ranger standing over me with a gun in his hand. He had me stand up and identify myself. I stood, naked as a newborn and explained I'd need to get my identification out of my pack. He allowed me to get it and I explained I was an artist and had come here to paint. I told him I was planning on spending two weeks painting in the woods if that was all right with him. With a broad grin on his face he said he would take care of me during my stay. He relaxed saying he was always on the lookout for out of season hunters, people with drugs, and his black brothers on cunt hunts. We both laughed and I offered to fix coffee for the both of us-but first I would need to dress. He said he didn't mind my not having clothes on and I should stay naked, besides he like to be naked himself, he liked the feeling of freedom it gave him. I laughed and told him that standing here nude I felt like Adam in the Garden of Eden. I didn't realize at the time that he saw me more as Eve. While the coffee was working he began to strip, saying we both could just relax and enjoy ourselves in Paradise-- besides he said that Adam and Eve were both naked in Eden. I was shocked he would disrobe, but as I watched him strip, I could understand why he felt more freedom being naked. He was a huge black man with a shaved head and a stern face. His massive body and his strong muscular arms were covered with a mat of black coarse curly hair-- even his back was furry. He almost looked like a wild animal, and he was hung like an animal. I sat there and mentally comparing my body to his. I was white, quite tall and slim, with a good amount of chest hair and a good-sized cock, but nothing to compare to his. I spread a blanket at the edge of the creek so we could lay back and enjoy our coffee. It was nice having someone to share the morning with. Stretching out naked on the blanket we started to talk and drink our coffee. He looked over slyly and winked and asked if I wanted a little cream with my coffee, then he said I would need to milk him to get it. Blushing I looked down and saw his giant erection. My cock gave him my answer as it quickly expanded showing my excitement. I slid over and we kissed, then sliding down his furry chest I licked my way down to his crotch--tonguing him I prepared him for his morning delight. As I engulfed his tool, I struggled to get his whole shaft into my mouth. It took a while but I became accustomed to his size. My lips began to travel from its tip to its base with wet pleasure. I was thankful of all the practice sessions my life drawing teacher had given me in art school. He had taught me the art of pleasuring a man and this was one man I really wanted to please. My Ranger's body began to stiffen in delight and arching his back he released his cream deep in my throat. Taking me in his arms he began to kiss me, and sliding down my chest he engulfed my tool. He was wonderful; the only sound in the clearing was the slurping and sucking of our lovemaking. He was a wonderful cock sucker. When I had given him my all, we both lay back in complete relaxation. Shortly he stood saying he had to dress and go attend to his duties. He kissed me and prepared to leave, again reminding me that he would take care of me for the next two weeks. As I was dressing, I told my Ranger I would love to have him again for coffee with his cream, I was his for the next two weeks. It was hard getting down to painting but I did manage to start a rather good canvas. I painted through lunch and into early evening. It was time again to prepare dinner and get ready for the next day. Dinner was no big thing, I had a few army K rations and coffee, I felt that was all I wanted. What I really wanted was more of my chocolate Ranger. I went down to the creek to wash and on the way back I saw my Ranger standing by the fire looking at my painting. Smiling he said he liked it and wanted to see it finished. Then he began to disrobe and when he was naked he beckoned to me with his magic wand standing at attention. He was ready to make love. I stripped my clothing off running to hug and kiss him. We lay together by the fire in a sixty-nine position, giving each other pleasure and gratification. Then turning me over he mounted my back and began to enter my ass. He'd applied a little spittle to his cock but it was a very painful penetration. He brought his hands up to my nipples and began twisting and pinching them. I squirmed and objected to the pain and his roughness but he persisted. He was becoming quite rough. I began protesting, but he became even more vicious calling me a damn queer and began fucking me like a street whore. I was in constant pain from his assault on my ass and now he was brutally pulling and twisting my nipples. I couldn't believe this was the same gentle Ranger I'd made love with this morning. He screwed me to the point of exhaustion; I lay there unable to move. His giant tool had stretched my ass out like a roadside whore. As I lay there he reminded me I had promised I was his for the next two weeks. Then he pulled a long chain from his knapsack and began to fasten it around my neck fixing it with a key lock. Then he pulled the chain to the nearest tree and fastened it around the trunk with another lock. He had chained me like an animal--I was terrified at what he might do next. I watched as he removed leather gloves and a whip from his knapsack. Advancing, wearing nothing but leather gloves, he began to beat me like an animal. I tried to crawl away and that made him beat me even harder. He commanded me to stand, and he beat me all over my body. With tears streaming down my face I dropped to my knees and begged him to stop, then he commanded me to bend over and he beat my ass. This seemed to excite him even more and his cock got even harder and he again came at me. Pulling my head up by my hair he rammed his tool into my mouth reminding me that my body now belonged to him. He raped my mouth again and again driving his manhood deeper and deeper until he was using my chin as a ball stop. Now driven to a fucking frenzy, he forced me to my hands and knees and repeatedly raped my ass dog fashion. He was like a machine, he seem to have the sexual appetite of ten men. When he had satisfied himself he lay beside me spent and held me tenderly in his arms kissing my tears away, and I forgave him everything. This is how we spent the night. Morning came and I awoke to the smell of coffee. He had dressed and fixed coffee and we sat there saying nothing. Dropping his pants he again advanced on me to be serviced. He had not had enough. Again with a twisted grin on his face he began to beat me, but this time on my cock and balls. Sobbing I begged him to stop, promising him any thing he wanted if he would stop. Humble and in tears I knelt and did him again, then he turned his ass to me and bending over commanded me to eat his hole. On his command I reamed him with a wild desire, probing and searching his ass with my tongue, my desperate hope was to please him. As I worked his asshole I could not help but feel the excitement of being possessed. Then turning he forced his tool deep into my mouth and pausing briefly to pull my head to his groin filled me with his golden piss. He had now taken everything from me, even my self-respect. He told me I was to stay chained to the tree and he would come back to me in the evening. Then taking my clothing and tools, he put them out of my reach. He did bring my paint supplies over and commanded me to continue my work. I felt like an animal chained to the tree naked but I did manage to lose myself in my painting. I was glad I could at least reach the creek to bathe in. He was cruel but not inhumane. Again, at dusk I could see my chocolate Ranger approaching. He stripped and we had a little supper he had brought for us. It was better than my food and I was grateful. After eating, he brought out his whip and again began to beat me. He was after total submission, I dropped to my knees, calling him master, and beg to serve him. The whipping stopped then, and he screwed me far into the night. When morning came he presented himself and I again took his tool into my mouth and serviced him and when he tired of that he turned and bent over and commanded I eat his ass. I obeyed his dictates and desires now without question. I could not believe the stamina of that man. When he was about to leave he told me he was brining something-special back for me tonight. I was beginning to accept my new role. Clearly he thought of me now as his sex pet. Again, I painted most of the day and was amazed at how liberated my mind was. I liked the feeling of his possession and looked forward to his return at dusk. By evening I was hot and excited and waiting for my lover. To my surprise when I looked up he had two hunters with him. As they approached, I could hear him bragging about his pet, saying here they could get that piece of white ass, and the blowj ob he'd promised them. I was exhilarated that he was proud of my ass and wanted to share it with his friends. As they approached I dropped to my knees and in eager anticipation and watched them strip. The Ranger began stoking up the fire, and the flame leaped high creating unreal effects with the black naked bodes moving around in the flickering firelight. Then my Ranger put the lash to me, ordering me to get on my hands and knees and beg the hunters to fuck me. With tears in my eyes, I pleaded for them to screw me, to use me to let me suck their cocks. The Ranger told the hunters to ball me any way they liked, as often as they wanted, and he even suggest that they have the white queer ream there black ass with my tongue. They didn't need to be told a second time, watching the Ranger whip me just excited them more. Laughing they flipped a coin to see who would get the head or the tail. I knelt there while they used me to holster their weapons in my body. Switching places they began to fuck me in earnest. As the passions flowed I couldn't help but be caught up in the excitement of it all--I felt like a maiden in the jungle being plundered by savage warriors. When all was done that could be done, the hunters wanted their turns to whip me. They took turns beating me, and calling me a whore, fag, and a dirty white queer. Dancing around me naked they spit and urinated on me and on that note the orgy ended. It was now early morning and we all lay around the fire naked and exhausted. Rising the hunters began dressing and paid the Ranger for my services, thanking him for a great evening, they said they would send some brothers to look him up for some of his pet's white ass. After the hunters had gone, my Ranger got his whip and beat me again calling me a whore. Begging for his forgiveness and he forgave me. We spent the rest of the morning in lovemaking. He fixed the coffee and I serviced him before he went back to work. The days began to blur together, as I painted by day and tricked by night, always at the command of my Ranger pimp. Sometimes he would bring just one hunter, sometimes as many as three. It was always the same, I would remain in my dog position while they whipped me and made me beg for their cocks. They would take their pleasures, then pay my Ranger pimp, and he would beat me and then we would make love. This went on for the duration of my two weeks. I had accomplished much, I became a great cock sucker, I was now a good fuck, and strangely I had done some of my best painting. When I told my Ranger it was time to leave, he kissed me and released me from my bondage. Kneeling I begged him to whip me once again for the last time. We then lay there making love and I consumed his meat and beg him to fuck me and let me eat his ass for the last time. I wanted to remember every part of my wonderful black Ranger. Then we dressed and with tears in my eyes and I packed. We slowly walked through the woods to my car. I wanted to be with him as long as possible. We had a strange kind of love and bondage that would never happen again.