Copyright 2013 by Trevor Lechery All rights reserved. No parts of this text shall be reproduced, stored or transmitted by any means, except with the written permission of the author.
Please note that this story contains explicit erotic and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised. This work of fiction is the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places and events are unintended and purely coincidental.
ABOUT THIS STORY: This tale contains depictions of "masculine men" in the conventional sense-- muscles, hair, deep voice, etc. Readers who enjoy rough sex, dirty talk, and coercion will enjoy this. Also, if you're a fan of huge dicks you will want to read this. This story does NOT involve minors.
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Snowed In - Chapter 4
"Did I mention we're snowed in?" Eric said, looking at me from across the candlelit kitchen table.
I nearly choked on my mouthful of deliciously seasoned meat (what kind of animal, I had no clue). Swallow.
"Snowed in?"
"I had to literally dig myself out of here. I was moving almost waste-deep in powder."
Goodness. We were really in some deep shit, for more reasons than I'd like to consider at the moment. Earlier, the man had greeted me with a curious gash on his collarbone, which he explained away as a slip and fall. He obviously noticed my cum- covered clothes, and fortunately made no mention of it. Perhaps Eric knew that being around him made me irresistibly horny, and that relieving myself was of dyer importance.
The man took so much time preparing this meal and making sure the ambiance was just right. Incense, candles, etc. It made little sense why Mr. Lust would put such energy into this when there were more pressing tasks to handle.
By now my companions back at camp must be going mad trying to locate me. If they happened to find the area of my accident, there could be a chance our trail to the cabin would be found. Though I'm sure the off-and-on bouts of stormy weather disguised any hope of my being located.
Eric broke the silence: "Are you okay? How's your head?"
"Hurts." I said.
"We'll have to make sure you take it easy."
I hoped that were possible, though I could sense in Eric's demeanor that something was very wrong. Ever since we got re- acquainted after he left, his presence seemed different. He put all his energy into creating this romantic-esque dinner, as if he were trying to divert his attention from something more serious. What really happened out there? I knew it couldn't be good.
Out of nowhere the stud put down his fork and grinned at me with a sense of humor spelled over his face.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I know why you're so quiet."
I paused, unable to think of anything to say.
Eric wafted his hand in front of his nose, sniffing the air. Again his expression was full of humor.
"Smell that?"
"Huh?"
"Cum. You know, there IS such a thing as a towel. No need to hose yourself down. Sheesh."
My cheeks went red-- then laughter erupted in both of us. Why was he being so ... flirtatious? And at a time like this?
"Sorry. You do know it's impossible to stay flaccid around a man with your looks. Not to mention--"
"I'm incredible in bed? I know, I know."
He gave a deadening smile, confident and charming. Something inside me melted. It was hard to grasp the reality of the moment.
"Thanks for this. You really didn't have to go all 'romeo' and prepare this fancy dinner. We are, after all, in a bit of a tizzy with that Byron guy. Plus I need to get out of here so my family doesn't spend a fortune trying to locate me."
"Shh. Let's not worry about any of that right now. I feel like I've been-- well, you know. Can you just answer me one thing?"
"Go for it."
"Have you ever been in love? Not that horny infatuation shit. Like, you'd be otherwise incomplete without the other person there."
He looked right into my eyes at that moment, a look of pure sadness in his pupils; there was an eagerness inside, almost as if he'd been asking himself that same question all his life-- having never truly known real intimacy. Before I could even ponder a response ...
A loud BOOM.
Unseen speakers growled with hiss.
We both sat up, looking around with alertness. I felt my hair stand on end. Whatever was happening, I knew it wasn't good. Then, a voice came:
"We have you under surveillance. If you haven't already noticed, cameras are watching your every move."
It was Byron. I could recognize that nasally, wretched voice anywhere. Speakers must have been implanted around the perimeter somewhere. Eric stood up and puffed his chest out, attack mode.
"We have a present for both of you. Eric, go check beneath the sink. And you, my pretty Aden, go check in the drawer above the counter. I'm sure you'll both find something of value."
How did the man no my name?
"No way--" Eric rebuttaled, but he was interrupted by the omniscient voice.
"Defy me, and you'll find the outcome quite unsavory. You already know I've got the place surrounded and now we have eyes and ears to watch you with. Do it. Now."
We both looked at each other, knowing we had no option. I got out of my chair and started to slowly move towards the cabinet. He did the same.
"Be careful." He whispered.
My heart was racing. I could feel it thumping in my eardrums. Seconds became like minutes. Whatever was behind that little wooden door was not good. I stood in front of the counter and looked at Eric, adjacent to me. He too was hesitating in front of the sink.
"Open it now." The booming voice resonated throughout the kitchen. It gave me goosebumps.
Closing my eyes, I opened the drawer. I heard Eric open the sink doors and then a gasp. The sound of terror coming from such a strong man made me not want to ever open my eyes. But I did.
The first thing I saw was a folded up piece of paper. Not too out of the ordinary. I took it in my hand and before I could open it, what I saw in my peripheral vision took me by surprise. I turned to see Mr. Lust wide eyed, looking at a digital bomb beneath the sink. Now we were in even deeper shit.
"Go ahead, boy. Read that paper. Tell all the viewers what it says."
Forcing myself to swallow, I unfolded the document and saw a familiar letter. It was a letter I received years ago informing me that I had won the Eric Lust Contest. It was an online game where guys submitted their nudes and answered porn trivia regarding Mr. Lust himself. The company then selected the hottest guy to have a filmed "lunch date" with the porn star. I was the winner. Though that lunch date was never realized because the man disappeared. I was beginning to put it all together now.
"What does it say?" Eric said with concern in his voice.
I shook my head, not wanting to say a word. If he knew what this was, he'd know that this entire time I was aware of his real history, not all his lies he tried to feed me. Who knows how he would take it.
"I have my finger on the button. You'll hand him the document or explain it aloud or I'll blow you two to smithereens." Byron said over the speakers.
My hands trembled.
"Whatever it is, I don't give a fuck. I'm not doing what you want. You've got millions as it is already."
The man seemed very protective over me, but at the same time I wished he would put aside his ballsy attitude and submit.
"You two are going to give me what I want. There's no choice. Look at him, Eric. See those stains on his shirt? Those are from him fantasizing over you. He wants you so badly. Give it to him."
Eric looked away from me, bringing his palms up to his ears. He was visibly straining. I could see his cock thump in his jeans. For whatever reason, the man did not want to think of me in a sexual way but Byron's words could not be avoided.
"Look at those lips, so plump and ready for sucking. And under those pants is a tight little hole just aching to be breaded. Common' Mr. Lust, give--"
"No! I never signed up to be your slave. I won't do it." Eric shouted, looking up into one of the tiny cameras mounted on a wall looking down at us. How had I not seen that one before?
"Aden, hand him the letter. Let him know the real truth so we can start rolling our cameras." Byron had a sense of thrill in his tone. He knew he was in complete control.
I swallowed hard, again shaking my head in meager defiance.
"What truth?" Eric asked, looking at me sternly.
"Eric ..." I couldn't do it. Not like this.
The porn stud stormed over to me and yanked the sheet from my grip. Looking down at it, perusing the text, his eyes squinted in confusion.
"What's this ... some old contest bullshit?"
Then, I presume, he saw my name somewhere in the array of words. The paper fell from his claw. His gaze met mine with intensity unlike anything I had ever seen from anyone. Silence. You could hear a pen drop. What was going through his mind?
"You ARE working for him. After all this?" He said, angry as hell.
"No ... no ... it's just--"
The man grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me forward until I was inches from his face. He looked deep into me.
"So this is what it comes down to," he said loudly for Byron to hear, "finishing one of my many abandoned projects to earn your stupid porn company more cash."
He released me from his grip then took a few steps back. Eric looked so enraged. There was no guessing what the beast would do. The cameras watched in silence, eager for the man to make a move. He turned abruptly and punched the wall, leaving a huge dent and knocking over one of his potted plants due to the minor earthquake it created. I jumped and held my breath.
Eric paused again, almost frozen in place. Now, for whatever reason, he thinks I'm part of a crazy scheme to get him back into the porn business. Byron's outlandish purpose for this was unknown to me. Even though he was arguably the best gay porn star to ever exist, why go through all the trouble to get him to perform again? And why me?
The angry giant swung around and yanked the cloth from the kitchen table. Our plates, glasses, utensils and decorative pieces all went crumbling to the tiled floor with a huge ruckus.
"Eric, please. Listen--" I urged, but it was too late. The creature inside him had been unleashed. Byron had won.
The man seized me by the arm and pulled apart my t-shirt from the center, ripping it to sheds. The pieces fell to the ground. Cool air made my nipples go erect and the patch of white-blonde hair in the center crevice of my chest stand on end. Before I could comprehend what was happening, my body was lifted from the ground as if it were light as a feather and thrown down onto the table. My pants were wrenched off and thrown to the opposite end of the kitchen. I lied there nude, looking up at the evil-eyed Eric.
"So you want a show, huh? That's what you want?! Let's make sure this is a fuck no one will ever forget. Gonna tear up this little bitch."
I wasn't sure if this was directed to Byron, me, or even himself. Either way, those crystal blue's were focused on my bare flesh like a vulture about to feast on its kill.
"Get over here and take my pants off." He said so stern I was afraid to hesitate.
I crawled over the surface of the table until my hunched over figure began to unbuckle his jeans. Soon the zipper was down and his patch of curly trimmed pubes became visible. I dropped the denim, letting the pants fall to his ankles.
Mr. Lust erupted in an ear-splitting roar. He tore apart his thick wool sweater like it was nothing and threw the fragments across the dining room. His chest shimmered in the dim light of the room. Monster Lust towered over me with those piercing eyes.
"So you wanna be in porn, huh? Well now you gotta make this puppy hard."
He leaned his hips forward so his flaccid manhood was against my lips. He took it in a fist and started slapping the fat head against my mouth.
"Go on now, show me what you got. Make this monster grow."
Feeling as though I could do nothing else, I began to stroke his meat. The man huffed, his chest falling in and out with each breath. The sensation of blood moving into his snake pushed against my encircled palms. This was going to be wild.
"Open those lips. Put it in." He demanded in a hushed voice.
At this point I couldn't help but begin to feel turned on-- even in this horrible situation. My dick sure didn't know the difference. Eric forced his hips forward again which caused my open to mouth collide with his semi-boner. This was the first time I ever tasted his cock: smooth head with an aftertaste of precum. The helmet soon became slick with saliva. My hands continued to move back and forth on the mans hose as the tip grew more solid in my mouth. I suckled, swirling my tongue on the underside of his head. At this, Eric groaned.
"Almost there, fucker. Keep it up."
I started to rock my head back and forth, attempting to go down a little further on him. It's almost full thickness made my jaw expand. There's no way I could possibly take this thing all the way. Just not humanly possible. Eric gripped my blonde messy hair with one fist. He used this as leverage to pump himself deeper, moving in sync with my head-bobs. In seconds, the porn star was up. Solid as steal.
Then he gripped my hair with both veiny fists and shoved his monster into my throat as far as nature would allow. As it hit the back of my skull, my stomach jumped in surprise and I instantly gagged. Mr. Lust pulled out of me and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him. The expression he gave was very focused and callous.
"I'm not going to go easy on you. Porn stars deep throat. That's what the viewers expect."
His statement brought my mind back to the fact that there were tiny cameras all over the room. They were recording our actions and soon it would be available for the world to see unless I, or we, could do something to prevent it. A darker side emerged, which prevented me from knocking any sense into the stud. Experiencing his raw, unbridled wild side was appealing to me (as unfair as it may have been). I was going to let this moment ride out for as long as possible then get back to business. I hoped, at least.
Big arms forced me to my back again. It was like being a rag doll, a totally inanimate play thing ready for use when needed. My head dangled off the edge of the table. All I could see in my line of vision were those lean thighs and a set of plump balls. They inched towards me until a sword was lodged into my throat. I thought my jaw would fall off.
The sensation was overwhelming. I felt my erection pop up, reaching for the ceiling. Eric continued to move his way inside my throat until again it reached a wall. Gag ... Gag ... The man wasn't even halfway inside me. It hit me then just how massive this dude really was. Incredible. Scary even.
Finally he pulled away. I let air flow back into my lungs. Saliva flew out everywhere, dribbling down my face.
"Come on, that's hardly anything. You know you can take more dick than that. Show me what you can do." Eric challenged slyly.
He angled my face in such a way that made my throat connect in a straight line. Unexpectedly, the man rammed his shaft all the way down my guzzler with incredible force. It took me by surprise. My throat burned. I've never had anything so fat in my passageway before. Mr. Lusts' thigh muscles strained with intensity on either side of my head while he nuzzled his balls against my brow ridge. He just held it there like that. Seconds, minutes seemed to go by.
My face was bright red and my lungs swollen when he finally yanked himself out. This was not going to be an easy ride for sure.
Before I could inhale again, the man was back inside. Then out again. Breathe. In. Out. Inside. Outside. Stars spun in my foggy eyes. Dizziness. The only thing I could make out was his clenching six pack as his torso leaned into my face.
"Stroke your fucking dick while pound your throat. Act like you like it. Stroke it like the sonofabitch you are." He growled.
I did as he said. Strokestrokestroke. I didn't realize how quickly I was doing it; perhaps it was to match the impossible speed of his face-humping. The man grunted wildly-- a wolf howling at the moon.
Eric slowed momentarily, pulling himself halfway out which allowed me a few short breaths. Pausing here brought attention to my throbbing forehead, which was red from balls slapping against it. Sweaty thighs rubbed giants my cheeks, mixing with the saliva on my face.
The beast took his palms and massaged either side of my adams apple. It became apparent this was purely for his own sake when he eased his way into my now fully expanded oral canal, giving himself extra sensation from the outside.
"You want this cum, you lying whore?" He half-whispered.
I was too dazed to respond.
The man pulled out abruptly and swung his hips to one side, slapping me hard on the side of the face. Instant red mark.
"I asked you a question. You want this cum, bitch?"
"Yes, Eric, I--"
He was back inside me before I could finish the sentence, jack-hammering my skull with extreme speed and precision. His palms were back to massaging my throat from the outside, creating more pleasure for his rod.
"Well it doesn't matter, fucker. I'm gonna get off whether you want me to or not." He heaved in a low growl.
In. Out. In. Out. The man was screwing my face so hard I could hardly function. I didn't realize it, but my own dick was close to climax. Tense from stroking.
It's unclear how much time transpired, all I knew was that my throat was buzzing with irritation when he finally pulled out, moved forward, and shoved his giant nuts in my mouth. He stroked with unrelenting speed. Growling and heaving, sloppy stroke sounds. I felt his sweaty balls tighten in my soar mouth. The end was coming.
"God fucking shit. I'm gonna blow all over you."
Then, he let out a haunting bellow. The whole room seemed to quake along with his spasms. Stroke ... Stroke ... Explosion.
He compressed his thighs around my head with incredible grip. White fluid launched itself from the canon and splattered over my chest and abs. The farthest spurt landed on me knee. Amazing! His cries were like a bear roaring in attack mode. Total unbridled dominance. I could have stayed in that moment forever, the studs egg-sized nuts in my mouth, thighs nearly squeezing my head off, and cum raining over my body. Heaven in a nutshell.
After his orgasm ceased, the monster did not even pause a heartbeat to rest. He moved alongside the table as I re-oriented myself and took in lung-fulls of air. He dragged his phallus over the ridges of my abdomen, collecting his man-juices as he traveled to the opposite end.
He jumped onto the table and folded my body over itself. I was in a self-suck position: legs and torso directly above, hands and upper back anchoring me on the wood surface. My own erection poked down at me, twitching in eagerness. What could possibly be next?
Eric put weight on my thighs, compressing my body, dick in face, as close as humanly possible. Then, suddenly, I felt his still-erect prick enter my anus. The sharp pain was jolting but I was at least more experienced with that end.
Before I knew it, Mr. Lust was pounding away yet again. This time he reached around and was stroking my meat.
"You're gonna be bathed in fucking cum, you asshole." He let out, nearly breathless.
I could feel the wetness of his cum lubricating my insides as he humped away. The sea of fluids on my torso moved downwards towards my face, threatening to drown me. Blood rushed yet again to my temples. Deranged. Dizzy. Ecstasy.
Our bodies collided with loud slapping sounds. My dick in his pumping fist was incredible. All of these mixed sensations had me going wild. That monster cock inside me grooved against my insides in the perfect way. If the viewers ever saw this, I hoped it would be as incredible for them as it was for me (on some strange level anyhow).
There was no lasting at a moment like this. Cum. It poured out and all over my face. It drenched my mouth, spilling out the sides.
"That's it, bitch. Milk that cum over yourself like a fucking porn star. Money maker!"
Eric fucked me harder, letting out choppy groans of satisfaction. I couldn't help but let out some ecstatic babbles myself. Soon my ball sack was emptied and it was mixed with the studs fluids on my body and congregating over my face and chest.
The monster slowed his thrusts and exited my nearly ruined hole. Without a thought, a word, he jumped from the once romantic dinner table and stormed out of the room. The deed had been completed. No questioning what he would do next. All I could do is lie there in our filth and the hope of setting things right again.
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