From: an1662@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 20 Mar 93 05:17:30 GMT
Subject: STORY: Snowbound

                      SNOWBOUND!

     It was mid-December and I was bored out of my gourd!
Damn Uncle Jake and his eccentricities.  He left his
entire estate to me, but I had to spend the winter in his
mountain cabin, with no electricity, running water,
anything!  All we had was food and wood between us and
the Donner Party.
     "We" were myself and my two best friends, Kent and
Gavin.  I wasn't going to stay there all winter alone,
and they were the only two kind enough (or stupid enough)
to agree to spend five months atop Mount Waterford in
Northern Montana.
     Over the course of days we had fallen into a
routine.  Kent had brought a lot of books, and we had
read them.  Gavin had brought board games, and we played
them a lot, too.
     But that had worn thin in a hurry.  I couldn't read
another book or play another game of Monopoly.  I
wondered what Uncle Jake had done, and knew where to
look.  Uncle Jake had kept a diary.  I forced myself to
read through them (there were over thirty volumes!).
     Uncle Jake hadn't been alone on his winters here,
either.  An old friend of his had shared every winter but
the last one, the one that claimed Uncle Jake.  His body
had lain in the living room for four months, preserved
by the cold, until someone came to investigate.  In May!
I learned of his death just before my graduation from
high school.
I still sometimes thought I could smell the stink his
body must have made.
     I found the passage I was looking for, in one of the
earliest ones, the one when he'd first bought the place,
and was sharing it with his friend Tobias.
          "Toby and I played poker all through
     December, but shortly before Christmas, I'd
     won all his money and we were in a pickle.  I
     offered to give it back to him, but he
     refused.
          "'What can you offer for the chips?' I
     asked him.
          "Toby smiled.  'I can offer myself.'
          "So that was what we played for, giving
     each other twenty-three white chips, each chip
     worth one hour of slavitude.  The twenty-
     fourth we reserved for poker.  We played until
     all the chips were won by either of us, and
     then the loser waited on the winner hand and
     foot until the next session."
     "That's it!" I shouted, and brought the others
running to see what had happened.  They were bored, too.
     "What is it?" they demanded.
     I showed them the diary entry.  "That's how we'll
keep from going crazy this winter!  We play poker, and
the losers act as slaves for the winner!"
     They seemed doubtful, but were just as bored as I
was.  Two months up here in this cabin surrounded by
snow, and four more to go until spring and freedom.  It
was worth serious consideration.
     "Let me read that." Kent said.  He was a slender
man, a marathon runner whose muscles were long whips
along his frame.  He shaved his entire body, (I caught
him at it once) "to cut down wind resistance" he said.
We had shared a lot of confidences in our years at
school. Kent and Gavin had been in my class, each
willing to wait a year before entering college, in
return for "expenses" for the winter.  Kent intended to
be a professional runner, and actually went out into the
snow every morning and ran for an hour or so.
     Gavin looked over his shoulder.  Gavin was much
bigger than Kent, at least in his musculature.  Gavin
kept in shape by weightlifting, and his muscles showed
it as rounded bulges all over his shoulders and the
ripples in his washboard-like stomach.  Hair made a
thick coat on his chest, and he had the perpetual blue-
black stain of a beard on his square face.
     Kent thumbed several pages beyond where I had.  "Do
you know what sorts of things they did?" he asked.
     "No."
     "Made each other wear only a loincloth, even when
they had to go outside.  Or silly costumes.  Or antlers
attached to their heads.  Made each other massage them
and...." he trailed off.  "Anything at all.  The winner
got to do whatever he liked."
     We all pondered this in our separate ways.
     "It'd break the monotony, all right." Gavin said
with an evil glint in his eye.  "Okay, I'm in if the
rest of you are.  Eddie?"
     I shrugged.  "I suggested it."
     Kent slammed the diary shut, releasing a cloud of
dust.  "I'm in." he announced.
     "When do we play?" Gavin asked.
     Kent answered.  "Three o'clock in the afternoon.
That's when they did it.  It let the loser fix supper
and do the chores."
     I looked at my watch.  "It's 2:30 now.  I'll get
the cards and chips.  I think I remember where they
are."
     "I'll made two loincloths." Kent said.  "The diary
says how."
     Gavin shrugged.  "I'll get the card table and the
snacks then."
     And so we played, and I learned a little more about
my friends.  To begin with, Kent had never played poker
in his life.  He had to be told when to ante and to
draw.  Gavin, though, was a pro, far better than I was.
The winning took most of the hour, but was pre-
ordained.  Gavin, of course.
     "Get into those loincloths." he ordered.  "Right
here and now."
     And we shrugged off our clothes in the cold room.
Kent shivered as he doffed his thick sweather and then
his undershirt, showing a smooth chest with visible
ribs.  As he shucked his pants, I saw the dimple in his
asscheeks, a huge, hollow square in his briefs.
     "Come on, Eddie!" Gavin snapped.  "Get out of those
skivves, slaves!"
     "Yes, Master!" we intoned and stripped down,
wrapping the loinclothes as best we could.  Kent had to
help me, showing me how to wrap and tuck in the end of
the cloth at my front.  His hand went down deep enough
to brush the top of my cock, and it jerked in response.
He snatched his hand away, looked offended.  I shrugged
an apology.
     "Kneel down, slaves!" Gavin ordered.  He was really
getting into it.  "Show proper respect to your master."
     We got on our knees and salaamed to him, and he
chuckled.  "This is going to be fun."
     Kent was still shivering, and I formed a response.
"Master, may we build up the fire?"
     "Silence, slaves!" he said.  Then he relented.
"All right, build up the fire.  It's no fun to have you
shivering at me."
     We built it up, and I braved the outdoors to lay in
a supply for the night.  By the time I was done, I was
covered in goosebumps.  Gavin looked at them,
interested.
     "Kent!"
     "Yes, Master?"
     "Warm up Eddie."
     Kent reached for a blanket, but Gavin said, "Not
like that.  Rub against him.  Get him nice and warm.
     Kent hesitantly obeyed.  It was part of the game,
but I was uncomfortable, too.  Kent put his arms around
my freezing-cold shoulders, and rubbed his body against
mine.
     I have to admit a path of warmth followed it.  I
must have been chilly to him, but he kept it up,
pressing his body tightly to mine, making long, slow
strokes across and around my body, over my right arm and
left, around to my back, his body touching mine all the
way up and down.  Then around to me, finishing at the
very front, his cock touching mine through the thin
cloth that gave no protection.  I could feel the entire
organ.  And it was getting hard, but so was mine.  Kent
gave a few quick rubs across me, his cock touching mine
intimately, before he pulled away.
     Gavin had been watching all this with interest.
"Are you warm now, slave?"  I nodded.  "Good.  Time for
the two of you to go fix supper."  He ordered his
favorite dishes, and we went to prepare it.  "I want it
ready at five-thirty!" he shouted after us, and his
laugh punctuated our domesticity.
     "Thanks, Kent." I said in a whisper.  That was in
the rules, slaves didn't talk to each other out loud.
     "For what?"
     "Warming me up."  I locked eyes with him.  "I
really enjoyed it."  Sharing a single bedroom with its
three small beds, and no privacy, we were all quite
horny.  Bathroom jerks only allayed it for a time.
     Kent smiled.  "So did I." he said.
     And he kissed me, there in the kitchen.  Slow, soft
and warm, his tongue probing inside me, his hands
roaming over my body.
     "Ahem." came a sound and we yanked ourselves apart.
Gavin was standing in the doorway.  "Enjoying
yourselves, slaves?" he asked.
     I don't know about Kent, but I'm sure I blushed
bright red.  Neither of us answered.
     "All right." Gavin said after a time.  "I'll be
waiting in the living room."  And he walked away.
     I didn't look at Kent the rest of the meal.  I
wasn't sure how to handle this revelation, that my
friend felt the way I did.  With no privacy.  Gavin's
presence (and his undoubted consistent winning of the
poker game) would stop us from consummating this
newfound aspect to our friendship.
     As I served Gavin, I wished the Irish stew was
laced with arsenic.  He stuffed his face, us prone on
the floor, and he threw scraps of bread which were to be
our supper.  We ate it; we were hungry.
     Finished, Gavin said, "Now, slaves, we will go to
the bedroom.  You will attend me there."
     And we followed him, my thoughts a whirl in my
brain.  What was waiting for us there?
     Inside the bedroom, Gavin ordered us first to take
off all of his clothes.  Kent unbuttoned his shirt while
I undid his fly.  I realized while unzipping him
that his cock was rigid.  This promised to be fun!
After unzipping him, his briefs bulged out at me, and I
pretended to be absent-minded as I rubbed it, as though
I wasn't thinking of what I was doing.
     Kent unbuttoned his shirt and tugged out the tail
from his waist, then began running his hands over Gavin's
body.
     Gavin moaned, and loved it as we slowly, erotically,
undressed him.  Gavin's body was beautiful mounds of
muscle in the dim lamplight, accentuated by his dark hair
that made crisscrossing lines over his chest and dark
ovals of his nipples.
     Kent pinched those nippes gently while Gavin lay
across the bed, and I tugged off his shoes, socks, pants
and briefs.
     Gavin's cock was bigger than I'd ever imagined and
it stood perfectly erect, an Eiffel Tower of manhood with
its thick base of pubic hair and the shaft tall and
straight above it.
     "Take off those loincloths, slaves." Gavin moaned,
and we quickly obeyed.  Kent's cock was long, slender and
curved upwards in a smooth arc to its huge head, rather
like a scimitar.
     We lay across the bed on either side of Gavin, our
cocks brushing against his feet while we nestled closely
together, together working on Gavin's monster cock,
nibbling at either side, kissing each other with Gavin's
cock between both our lips.
     That gave me an idea, and I began to slide my lips,
which I wetted as much as I could, back and forth along
Gavin's cock.  Kent saw my plan and moved with me, and
the pressure of our lips pushed together, let us both
slide Gavin's foreskin back and forth over its head.
     Gavin was squirming beneath our combined
ministrations.  The thought of two men worshipping his
huge schlong was driving him crazy.  Kent reached over
and grasped my cock, and I returned the favor.  First
slowly, then faster, we beat each other off while still
moving our lips over Gavin's cock.
     Gavin groaned, bucked, writhed, and shot a huge load
that splattered both of our faces as it fired into the
air then returned to land all over us.
     I tasted salty come on my lips as it dribbled down
the corner of my mouth onto my tongue, and the taste of
my friend's come excited me, and I shot my wad, creaming
all over Gavin's leg and Kent's hand in a flow that
seemed to last forever.
     And Kent splashed me with his seed, a surprisingly
powerful gusher that landed all over my chest and
abdomen, and coated Gavin's thighs with huge gobbets of
milky-white ejaculate.
     After our moans subsided, Gavin ordered, "Lick my
come off of each other's face.  Clean off my dick, too."
     We complied, first lapping at his softening cock now
lying quiescent along his thigh, then I licked at Kent's
face, tasting the salty, salty taste of Gavin's come and
Kent's sweat, his head resting on Gavin's hairy thigh,
his forehead touching Gavin's silent cock.
     Finished, Kent ran his tongue over my cheek, sucking
at the tendrils of hair plastered to my temple with my
sweat and Gavin's seed, cleaning me carefully, gently.
     "Now clean the rest of me and Eddie where you got
us with your shot." Gavin said.  And Kent obeyed, lapping
at Gavin's hairy legs and over to my thigh, kissing me
clean while I licked my come from his hand, then sucked
Gavin's feet where I had splashed him.
     A long, pleasant time later, we were finished, and
at Gavin's orders, scooted the three small beds together
and crawled up to lay one on either side of him and,
surrounding him with the warmth of our bodies, kept him
warm all night.
     In the morning, Gavin slapped us awake, startling
me a great deal, and I snarled at him before I remembered
my role.  "What's the big idea, you stupid...."  And I
remembered.
     "Watch your tongue, slave." Gavin said, as he
climbed up onto my chest, pushing his balls into my
mouth.  "I got better uses for it.  Lick my nuts, slave."
     I obeyed, contrite for my lapse, tried to repay him
by sensuously rolling them on my tongue, pulling them
into my mouth to rest one inside each cheek.
     "Ahh, damn it, Eddie, you're good at this.  Kent,
don't just lay there.  Suck Eddie's cock for him."
     And I felt Kent's warm lips encircle my cock.
     Gavin lifted up, pulling his balls out of my mouth
by main force, making a loud popping sound, then, before
I could react, he shoved his dry, rigid cock into my
mouth, shoving it down my throat before I could work up
the spit for lubricant.
     It hurt!  Hard as steel and thick enough to cut off
my air supply, Gavin pushed down my throat until his
balls rested on my chin and he held it there.
     I couldn't breathe!  I gagged from the mass down my
throat, tried to choke it up, but couldn't.  My vision
blurred, and blackness danced at the edges of my
eyesight, then Gavin pulled back.
     "God, that felt good." he said.  "I wake up with
such a damned hard on.  It's gonna be your job to take
it each morning, Eddie."
     "Assuming you keep winning, that is." I said, and
reached upwards with my face, my tongue extended, to lap
up his cock and draw it back into my mouth, now ready for
him.
     I was barely eighteen that winter, the youngest of
us three (though none of us was nineteen yet), and had
the usual constant horniness of that age.  I sucked
furiously at Gavin's cock while Kent slurped at mine.
I wasn't that good at sucking cock, but Gavin was my age
and didn't need an expert to turn him on completely.  He
came with a roar, sending a huge flood down my violated
throat, coating my raw windpipe with his healing seed.
     I was swallowing come for the first time that
morning, not just lapping at my fingers coated with my
own seed in a morning jerk-off, or the cold taste of
spent come I'd had the night before.  I was drinking man-
juice straight from the hard cock and it was hot, hot!
I loved the hot taste, it turned me on and I came,
moaning my orgasm around Gavin's still-shooting cock
while I spurted mine into Kent's hungry mouth that sucked
eagerly at it.
     Done, Gavin sat on the edge of the bed and watched
while I repaid Kent by sucking him off.  Kent had flogged
his cock while sucking me and he lasted only a few
seconds.  Less than a minute after his long, slender
organ had entered my mouth, he was filling it with his
come.
     "Not a bad show, slaves." Gavin said.  "Now get your
frisky buns in the kitchen.  I want eggs this morning,
sunny-side up...." and he ordered an entire breakfast in
thorough detail.
     I fried the eggs and watched the bacon curl while
Kent worked from a cookbook, trying to fill the order for
pancakes.  "That was terrific." I said as I turned the
bacon.
     "Yeah, it was." Kent said, and came over while
stirring the batter, kissing me.  "We didn't fuck,
though, just sucked." he said after a time.
     "You wanted to?" I asked.
     "I wanted YOU to fuck me." Kent said.  "I wanted to
climb on top of you while you sucked Gavin, but I didn't
dare, not with the bet on.  You gotta win the next game."
He said, earnestly peering into my eyes.  "You just got
to, before Gavin thinks of it.  I want to give my cherry
to you, not him.  If he demands it...." But he didn't
answer that.
     Well, Gavin was a typical horny teenager, but he
settled for sucking that first day.  He would lie on the
couch reading a book, while one or both of us sucked on
his fat cock.  The entire morning into afternoon was
filled with variations on that theme.  I enjoyed sucking
Gavin's cock, or sucking Kent's cock while he watched,
but I was remembering Kent's urgent request.  When 3:00
p.m. came around, I sat at the table with a grim
determination.  I was going to win this hand.
     It's amazing what you can do when you've got a prize
sitting there, urging you on with hungry eyes.  I
remembered every card played in each hand and the hands
were low, defying Gavin's expertise.  The pile of chips
in front of me mounted and mounted, until Kent, who I
think lost his last hand to me deliberately by not
showing his hand at the end, was out of the game, and
Gavin was down to five solitary chips.
     "Last hand." I said while smirking at his nervous
face.  Gavin was facing the fact that, tonight, he would
not be the recipient of the blow-jobs.  He was obviously
regretting the liberties he took with Kent and me.
     I looked at my hand, and smiled.  There was nothing
in it of value, nothing at all.  I had a ten high,
nothing else.
     "How many cards?" Gavin asked me, his hand ready to
deal.
     "None." I said.
     Gavin gulped and dealt himself three, looked at them
and snarled, his poker face gone, then at me.  I smiled
and pushed five chips into the pot.  "Match it." I said.
     According to the rules in the diary, I couldn't bet
more than he had, but he always had to match me, or fold.
He pushed his chips at me and threw down his cards.
"Forget it." he snarled.  "I haven't got a chance!"
     "Time for you and Kent to get into your
loincloths...slaves." I grinned.
     "Don't rub it in." Gavin groused as he unbuttoned
his shirt.
     "What was that, slave?" I asked sternly.
     "Nothing.  Master." he said.
     With him and Kent at my feet in proper obedience,
I smiled and said, "We shall retire to the bedroom." I
said.  "I have my own games in mind for there."
     Gavin looked puzzled at this, but perked up.  He was
discovering the advantages of being a slave, I knew, the
lack of a need to make decisions, to merely listen and
obey.  It allowed you such a clarity of mind, to have
your will in the hands of another.
     In the bedroom, I ordered them to undress me, which
they did, Gavin struggling with my rather-tight Levis,
but trying to be gentle and docile about it.  I admired
how the glint of light in the window from freshly fallen
snow reflected off of his back as he did this, his body
a snow-white form with the black hairs forming an
appearance of fine marble.
     As they were done, I then said, "Gavin, it is time
you learned to suck cock.  Down on your knees and take
it, slave!"
     And Gavin slurped my cock into his mouth with
doglike eagerness.  I gasped, moaned, threw my head back
with passion.  Gavin wasn't expert, but he was eager,
which can do as well.  He was putting full suction on my
organ, working it for every ounce of pleasure he could
give me.
     Kent, unbidden, stood over him and sucked at my
nipples, and I enjoyed for a time the pleasure of two men
working at pleasing me.  But Kent looked up at me and I
remembered his wish.  "Get the Vaseline from the
bedroom." I ordered him and, while he was gone, grabbed
Gavin by the hair and fucked his mouth, paying him back
for the violation of this morning.  He gagged, choked,
but bore it without protest.
     Kent returned, and I said, "Up on the bed, both of
you, on your hands and knees, and side by side."  As they
obeyed, I opened the Vaseline and scooped out a huge gob.
I worked it onto my cock and then took a scoop and
applied it to Kent's ass.  Kent groaned as I pushed my
finger in, loosening up his virgin ass.  I gradually
pushed in two fingers to the knuckle, then pulled him
back until he was standing on the floor, laying across
the bed.  Gavin was looking back with startled fear on
his features, watching while I slid my prong into Kent's
waiting, eager butt.  The Vaseline make a slapping sound
as the base of my cock met his asscheeks, and with each
stroke, Kent grunted with his pleasure.
     I was holding back with a purpose though, and Kent
lasted only a short time before he sprayed the covers
with his come.  I held him tight, my cock pushed in deep
and held there, until he was done, then I pushed him down
onto the bed, and grabbed Gavin's tight little asscheeks,
pulling him back.
     "No, no, man, please, no." Gavin moaned, but he
didn't fight away as I applied the Vaseline.  It was a
struggle to get my finger in, as he fought it every step
of the way.  Finally, exasperated, I slapped him on his
butt, hard.  "Stop fighting me, slave!" I ordered.  Kent
understood my plan, and cleaned and re-lubricated my cock
for me.
     But the slap accomplished what Gavin could not, his
cheeks blistered with the blow, his muscles relaxed and
my finger slid in.  The muscles in his ass tightened
again, hurting the base of my finger where they
constricted, but I slapped him with my free hand again
and his muscles subsided.  I kept up the slapping,
brutally reddening his buttocks, while I worked his ass
loose, then slid in my schlong.
     Gavin moaned in dismay as his body betrayed him,
allowed my invader cock entry into him.  I pushed in slow
and strongly, and held it in him until his body adjusted
to my presence.  I slowly fucked this big man, resting
my body on top of his while I held onto a breast with
each hand, squirming on top of him, fucking him thus in
quick, slight jabs into his bowels.
     Kent slid underneath him and, his hard-again cock
aimed at Gavin's mouth while he sucked Gavin's cock.
     "Suck Kent's cock." I ordered Gavin, but I hadn't
needed to do it.  When Gavin felt the combined pleasure
of a man's cock in his ass and a man's mouth on his cock,
he lost all sense of outrage and let his desire take
over, slurping in Kent's cock in repayment of Kent's
mouth on his.
     Kent lay still, letting my thrusts force Gavin's
cock into him, and Gavin tried to time his strokes on
Kent's cock to my jabs into him.  We fell thus into a
rhythm, an oasis of warm pleasure in this cold
wilderness, and Gavin and Kent waited for me, until my
moans told them that I was coming, that, as my slaves,
they now were permitted to come as well.  I shot a thick
load into Gavin's body, marking him as my property, while
he stifled his groans against Kent's cock, thus giving
Kent a humjob as he came, them shooting their loads into
each other's mouths while I filled Gavin's bowels with
my man-seed.
     Finished, we collapsed onto the bed.  "Man, that was
terrific!" Gavin gasped after a time.  "I could get used
to that in a hurry."
     Kent looked hurt.  "But you didn't come in me." he
protested.
     "Give me a moment to rest." I assured him.  "And
I'll take care of that little problem."  And I did.
     We kept up the games for the rest of the long, cold
winter, with Gavin and me winning half the games each,
Kent stuck as a permanent slave.  Once, toward spring,
out of curiosity, we arranged to let Kent win, just to
see what he'd do.  Kent responded by promptly tying us
both up, binding us until we were helpless on the floor.
     Then he spent his time fucking our asses and mouths,
time and again, never seeming to take, or need, a rest.
I swallowed three loads of his that day, and took two
more up the ass, and Gavin must have done the same.
     Finally, the snow grudgingly thinned, let green
sprouts poke through in their insistent push to force
spring onto this mountaintop.  We stood naked to the
elements on that final day, me in the middle, holding
onto Gavin's and Kent's cocks one in each hand, while
they kept their arms around my shoulders.  I felt
unaccoutably sad, and stood until I figured out why.
     There would be other good times with these, my
friends and lovers.  There would be fun, sex, and
adventure.  But never again would we have the innocent
fun we did that long, cold winter we were snowbound by
choice.
                        THE END