Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2013 01:09:59 -0700
From: Lecher <tlechery@gmail.com>
Subject: Snowed In 4

Copyright 2013 by Trevor Lechery All rights reserved. No parts of this text
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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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