Sam took in his surroundings.

It was morning, and the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. It was dark enough that he wouldn't be seen by passers by (for the moment), but the steadily rising sun meant that his odds of being accosted by spirits would diminish as he worked. The latter detail was especially important for someone harvesting wood from a sacred grove.

 

It's not like he was thrilled about the prospect of chopping down protected trees. It's dangerous work, and in a "last mistake you'll ever make" way at that. But Sam really needed the money. Or maybe he just rationalized away the safer, more time consuming options.

 

He took a stabilizing breath. He only had a short window of relative safety where both spirits and druids were less likely to discover him. Now wasn't the time for second guessing his motivations. He took a few steps forward, then very suddenly regretted his clever strategy of working in the dark when a mass of vines erupted from the ground beneath him.

 

Far from a simple net trap, they seemed to grow from the ground and target specific parts of his body for specific purposes. One vine snaked around both his ankles to bind them together while another pair looped under the first vine to wrap around his wrists and forearms, yanking his arms behind his back and forcing him to his knees. More vines emerged around his now ground-level knees to split them apart and keep them there. One more pair ran up his back, one terminating to wrap around his mouth as a gag and the other terminating slightly higher to take the same shape and serve as a blindfold.

 

The trap was magical, then. This could only bode poorly.

 

He heard a feminine voice call to him from everywhere. "What's this I see? What manner of miscreant have my vines caught this time, I wonder?"

 

A strong breeze whipped around him and he heard the sound of rustling leaves a few feet away. The same voice, now decidedly in front of him, tsk-tsk'd in his direction. "Whatever could a morsel like you have been planning to do in my grove with an axe? Nothing savory, I imagine~"

 

Sam felt something gooey seep out of the vine in his mouth. It had an overly sweet flavor with subtler bitter and sour notes. He also noticed his bonds shifting, maneuvering him into a more comfortable position while the sensation of dozens of smaller appendages squirmed across his body. He wasn't sure what to make of this until he felt the cool air on his exposed inner thigh, at which point he began to thrash.

 

"Ah ah, none of that now. You were here to cut down one of my sacred trees, weren't you? And you think you can get away with your trespass so easily?"

 

He noticed his breaths were coming long, hard, and frustrated. Not all of that could be explained by the exertion of wriggling in his binds. The... person said "her trees." That would imply that she's the dryad of the grove's ancient and powerful central tree. If he was bound by the most powerful fey in the forest... well this might actually be the last mistake he ever makes.

 

"Normally, my punishment for crimes against the forest are severe. One limb for every tree felled would be a mercy."

 

Sam gulped.

 

"But you seem to me like a sweet boy with some rather distorted priorities, and I thankfully got you before you could do anything permanent. I have something more survivable in mind for you~"

 

He felt a heat running down his neck, then blossoming from his core and spreading through his body. It felt like arousal, which would explain some things, but it was like no arousal he'd ever felt before. Desperate, directionless need overtook him, and his tactile sensitivity jumped an order of magnitude. By now he suspected he was fully naked, and every square inch the fall breeze touched lit up with pleasure. He moaned into his gag as the overwhelming need and pleasure overloaded him and dragged him down.

 

"That's right, you're going to make things up to me with a little community service~"

 

She pressed a bark-covered foot against his cock, and he threw his head back and mewled into his gag from the intensity of just this touch. The vine acting as a gag removed itself, and he moaned even more. He felt some vines wrap around his waist and inner thigh, and his eyes rolled back in his head from the feeling.

 

"You see, the fey around here can get a little pent up from time to time. Your druids keep the peace by ensuring your human village leaves our sacred grounds alone, and in return we fey restrain ourselves from interfering with the villagers, and even give boons. It's a good deal, but a lack of any humans to spirit away leaves some of us with needs that aren't met..."

 

The dryad moved her foot up and down once, before releasing it. The vines around Sam's waist extended down to and around his cock, forming into a makeshift chastity cage.

 

"You will remain in this spot for the next twelve hours, and service any passers by who want it, like a good little mouth slut. Most villagers have the good sense not to come here, so unless your bad luck continues I wouldn't worry about any of them coming to use you~"

 

The thought of one of his fellow villagers using his mouth like a public utility sent waves of pleasure across him. The aphrodisiac's fault, he hoped.

 

"Once your twelve hours are up, it will be dark again, and you will be free to return to your home to think about your actions today. Whether you want to return depends entirely on your willpower. And by the looks of you, I'd bet you're one good mouthfuck from breaking."

 

Sam whined in vain to nobody in particular, and his resolve crumbled nearly into pieces. He formed his mouth into a lewd ring, waiting for someone, anyone to deliver on the dryad's promise.

 

"That's a good little community servicer. Now enjoy~"

 

He heard the telltale rustle of leaves that signaled the dryad's departure, but deep in his drug fueled lust as he was his only reaction was disappointment that she wouldn't use him. He bucked in his binds and begged into the empty autumn air for somebody to satisfy his need to serve. He had a long day ahead of him.