Copyright 2012 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 3
Tears ran down the studs face as he wailed in misery. The sound of his cries were haunting. Unable to resist, I got out of bed and squatted down next to him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked comfortingly.
He pushed me away with force and I fell on my back. The man got up. Before he could walk away, I reached up trying to stop him. My hand landed over his chest, which was slick with cum. It slid off with ease as he stormed out of the room in silence.
Something was wrong. Really wrong. One moment he's protective, conversational, and friendly, next he's filled with lustful rage-- and now he's sobbing uncontrollably. Was he bipolar? Deranged? Schizophrenic?
I felt the emptiness of the room consume me. My dick was hard as hell and my hand covered in Eric's warm fluids. Oddly, I began to feel sorry for this man. I didn't know what it was, but I began to see something in him. Something genuine begging to come out. Maybe it had always been there, but perhaps my lust for him had prevented me from seeing Eric's humanity. Whatever the issue, I knew that it wasn't long before I would inevitably find out.
I got up and went back to bed, thinking that Eric probably needed some space. After several attempts at sleep, I found myself lost in a web of questions and wide awake. I wondered why he hadn't mentioned anything about his porn career. Since I've seen how strange he seems to be when it comes to sexuality, I decided it was best to not directly mention anything.
After dawn, Eric trotted into the room fully dressed. I sat up in bed curiously. He threw down my dried clothes in front of me. His expression was strangely blank. The man wore an incredibly tight white shirt. It was so form-fitting that his pecs almost pushed out of the fabric entirely. The outline of his nipples were fully visible, along with his rugged abs. Eric also wore a pair of mid-thigh dark blue shorts.
"You still wanna check out my growing room?" he asked.
I stood up and began to get dressed. "Yeah, I'd like that. Are you feeling okay?"
Eric moved closer to me. Soon we were standing face to face.
"Normally I stay nude in the house. Being alone for so long, you just get used to it. But I think it would be safer if we kept our clothes on."
He was right. We wanted each other badly, all the time. If we were going to get me out of here, and stay safe, we had to think with our brains-- not our cocks.
"Okay." I said.
"I also need to tell you something very important. I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing all the way out here by myself. I shouldn't do this, but I'll make an exception-- so long as you promise to keep quiet."
I nodded, "Of course. You have my word."
"I used to work for the CIA privately. That man you saw wants me dead. That's all I need to say."
I wasn't buying anything. First, why did Byron come after me and demand that Eric leave with him if he were just planning on a simple assassination? I'm no genius, but things were just not adding up. Also, what motive did he have to injure me earlier while snowmobiling?
"Alright." I said.
He turned and exited the room. I followed, assuming he was taking me to his plant room.
When we arrived, I was amazed at the rows of organized and blossoming foliage. Everything was nurtured with heat lamps. Some areas were separated by glass walls to create different environments for each type of plant. I stood there in the doorway flabbergasted.
"Holy shit. This is unexpectedly elaborate. How can you power all this?"
"I told you, I generate my own electricity."
"But how..."
He chuckled, entering the room. "Let's just say I have a lot of money left over from my profession. It bought all this."
"Wow. Is working for the CIA the only thing you've done in the past?" I said this hoping to see if Eric would make any mention of his porn career.
He gave me a sharp, calculating look. "No. Why?"
"Just wondering if your wealth came predominantly from working with the CIA."
He smiled and gestured for me to enter.
Eric gave me a tour of the whole elongated room which was almost like another building attached to his cabin. He could easily sustain himself with all of these vegetables and fruits without needing to hunt. Eventually, we came to a special room where he grew Gogi Berries.
"Never heard of these berries before. Why such a random choice?"
"They're one of the healthiest fruits out there. You could almost live off 'em." He explained.
"I have to say, you're full of surprises. I really like what you've done here. It really beats my crappy backyard garden."
"Oh don't be hard on yourself, I bet it's just fine."
"It's definitely nothing like this. Just carrots and stuff." I felt my cheeks blushing in embarrassment. I could never compete with him in any way.
Eric bent over to reach for a berry. As he did this, I saw the obese head of his dick fall out of his shorts briefly. He returned to a standing position, moved over to me and pressed the fruit into my lips. I ate it. Quite tasty.
"What do you think?"
"Great. Interesting taste."
Eric smiled. "Hey, I know I seem a little strange. Last night ..."
The man trailed off, visually straining for words; I said it was alright and asked what happened.
"Honestly?"
I nodded.
He opened his mouth to speak, then his cheeks went red. I could tell he was again warring with something inside himself. The stud turned to a wall clock.
"I want to catch us something for dinner."
"What?"
"Sorry, I should move out before it gets too late in the day."
"Wait. I thought-- you don't have to do that."
"I want to. After all I've put you through recently, you deserve it."
The beast-like man disappeared from the room and prevented me from pointing out the obvious dangers. All to myself again.
I took this opportunity to do some investigating. I roamed through the halls. Most of the rooms were simple, plain, empty ... as if waiting for company to arrive. One room in particular, however, caught my eye. It was filled with boxes of "memorabilia" from Eric's porn career. The place didn't seem happy. None of the posters were on the walls proudly. Things were strewn about chaotically, perhaps suggesting a more sinister relationship with his true past.
There was a large projector here, facing an empty white wall. Next to it was a single DVD titled "Eric Lust: Debut". It was his long lost debut video for the company he belonged to. It was removed from the public only a few months into his career. Though I remember it being a strong beginning. Curious, I put it into the projector and clicked the "on" button. I sat in a nearby chair.
The first image was a wide shot of Eric dressed in a white full body painters suit. It had a zipper down the center and was splattered with beige and brown colors. They were in a rundown construction site, a half built-up room.
A man behind the camera with a nasally high pitched voice said: "Hello faithful viewers. We have a new member today. Why don't you introduce yourself, buddy."
Eric smiled cockily into the lens. That suit looked amazing on him. He was so huge that nearly anything he put on could not contain his gargantuan features. The ridges from his six pack poked out from within the suit. Also his chest muscles and solid pecs were heavily outlined. Best of all, his package was so large it seemed stuffed in the tight attire.
"Hey all you horny dudes, I'm Eric Lust."
"And where are we today?"
"At my work. Construction site. Everyone's gone for the day, so you lucky perv's get to see my most natural environment." He looked so confident and happy. The stud was young here, maybe mid-twenties. His hair looked perfectly out of place, shaggy with flakes of paint in it (a true working man). Eric's eyes sparkled with eagerness to show off. An erection already began to form, pushing against the fabric.
"Holy moly, we have a grower" the camera operator exclaimed.
This was a rare opportunity. I knew I should try to remove myself from my fascination with him, purely for survival. Though I allowed myself this one treat. After this, it was all business: finding a way home. Soon. I felt my cock begin to grow in response to the horny imagery before me. Fuck!
"Can I take it out? I'm so horny" Eric said, leaning against a wooden post.
"Not yet-- did you take your pills?"
"Huh? What time is it, Byron?"
Byron? That was the name of the porn director behind the lens. Could this be the same man who nearly cut my head off earlier? It had to be. And what's this medication business?
"Just past your time window. If you want to be the best ever, you'll take it. But let's finish this video first. Don't forget."
"Okay," Eric said with blushing cheeks, "you'll edit this out, right?"
There must of have been a nod off-screen, as Eric's face seemed to acknowledge a visual response.
"So, Mr. Lust, let's help our viewers get to know you. Tell us about yourself. What do you do for fun?"
Eric gave the most charming smile, almost overly confident. "Well, I work a lot for now. My pass time pretty much revolves around whacking it off and getting it in some tight holes. I'm a bit of a ... how do you say ... connoisseur? Yeah, I'm the best when it comes to fucking. I got a big one too."
Byron chuckled off screen as Eric started to massage his hard- on from outside that suffocating painters suit.
"Jeez, what a dog. How long's it been since you last milked that dragon?"
"Couple hours."
"Boy, horny fucker. How many times do you get off a day?" Byron asked, arousal audible in his voice.
Eric continued massaging that now fully erect monster, a dot of precum visible through the fabric. His face was cocked to the side with an overpowering grin.
"If I get some action that day, I'll probably need to beat it twice to stay sane. If not, four or five times a day."
"Mmmm. Why don't you start getting undressed."
Eager, Eric started to unzip his suit from the front.
"Slowly" Byron demanded. He zoomed in with the lens to reveal the hairy chest poke out of that white suit as Mr. Lust unzipped with reduced speed. His nipples were hot red and there was a bead of sweat in the center crevice of his chest.
"What about those muscles? You like?"
"Oh god, I think our viewers will like that just fine. Amazing."
He continued on downward, showing is rigged stomach.
"Guys go crazy for my abs."
I couldn't help it, I just had to let my cock out. I unzipped my pants right there and unleashed my stiff rod. Time for some slow strokes. I knew this video was going to be incredible.
Now Eric had teased his way out of that clothing completely, kicking the bottoms off around his ankles. He looked right into the camera almost as if he was about to pounce through it. Intense.
"Hot or what?"
"Oh god." Byron half moaned.
Mr. Lust turned to the side so he could be viewed in profile. His dick seemed even longer from that angle. The stud began giving it a rough stroke.
"Fucking finally, this puppy has a big load. I can feel it." Eric said.
He began using two hands to pleasure himself, one fist in front of the other. The studs motions were rhythmic and skilled. I had to seriously jerk myself at a very slow rate to pace myself. My eyes were eager to see the whole thing. Eric let out a moan on camera.
The image cut to him screwing a flesh jack which was pinned to the front edge of a table with a metal clip. His knees and lower legs were flat on the desk and his upper body was leaned downward, his hands holding his weight against a chair. Eric's skull was red from blood rushing downward due to his diagonal position. The desk was covered in dust from active construction.
His hips pumped with incredible force. His meaty thighs were tensed as Mr. Lust repeatedly groaned. The wet lube and friction from the small flesh jack made an incredible sloppy sound. His egg-sized balls swung up and down with every slam into the plastic orifice.
"This fucking thing is too small for my dick." He moaned, half out of pleasure and half out of frustration.
It was true. The man was only able to fit roughly half of his sword into the toy. Eric continued to let out these raunchy grunts, like a body builder straining with weights ... like it was painful for his shaft to feel so good. Veins were almost popping out of his skin, especially around his neck (which was bright red) and his dick (also red). Beads of sweat trickled down his temple and were all over his back and ass cheeks. What a work out!
The porn star began to bang the flesh jack even harder now, making skin on his thighs move in the opposite direction of his thrusts. The sound of his dick moving into that artificial hole was ten- fold. I literally had to stop masturbating in order to prevent myself from climaxing right then and there. Hot.
"Mmmm ... I think I'm gonna ... I think I'm gonna ..." he said with his growly baritone voice.
Suddenly the desk collapsed from his weight and fell forward, causing the man to land his knees. He let out a frustrated roar. He paused, sitting up on his shins. The camera got a close up of his abs which were heaving in and out. Sweat had created flowing rivers in the ridges of his mound-like stomach. Next Byron moved the frame upwards along his torso, soon revealing his perky chest which was expanding in and out irregularly. His entire figure was slick with perspiration. Next his face was visible and it had that overpowering, almost evil expression painted over it. I could imagine his prevented ejaculation twisted him inside.
The gorilla man threw himself onto his back, legs spread wide open (those inner thighs were smooth and revealed layered muscles). Eric raised his bottom half off the floor, his beefy arms anchoring himself on the cement ground. It was easy to see the crease where his ass cheeks met. The mans nuts were bright red from slapping against the flesh jack and his dick was twitching violently. Mr. Lusts face was straining, the veins popping out around his forehead and neck. He let out an elongated sigh.
"You ready for this ... you ready for this ..." He groaned.
Mr. Lusts' dick throbbed back and forth on it's own, almost swinging. No hands. Byron moved the camera closer. Eric let out these perpetual moans. His face strained as if he were trying to lift a car with one hand. The mans chest tightened, causing his pecs to get an even darker shade of red.
"You fuckers love watching my dick ... urrghh .... ahhh ..."
It was about to happen. I took my dick in hand so we could cum together, even if only in my mind. I started to stroke. Eric's dick rocked back and forth even more forcefully now. His baseball-sized nut sack drew up tight against his shaft. The mans eyes rolled back. His breathing got ten times more rapid. Short, quick breaths. Sweat from his forehead dripped into his open mouth, his jaw hanging loose and letting out incredible sounds of straining ecstasy.
Eric's dick turned even more red. Then, it happened. A stream of white spunk shot out, hitting him in the forehead then dripping down into his mouth. The next eruption got the bulls-eye, right in the mouth.
"Oh fuckkkkkk .... shittttt!" He roared.
The following loads covered his chest and abs. The mans entire upper half was almost completely white from the liquid. My own dick exploded in response to this horny imagery. It first shot on my pants, then on my patch of blonde pubes, then onto the bottom half of my shirt. It felt intense, seeing as though I had held out for so long watching the video.
"Goddamn, that felt good." Eric said on screen, letting his body fall flat onto the cement. After catching his breath he began to scoop up the puddle of liquid and funnel it into his mouth. He guzzled it with joy, savoring the taste and licking his lips.
"Eric Lust everyone. More to come" Byron said in a shaky voice off camera.
"More to cum." He said, looking squarely into the lens with a suggestive tone and expression, cleaning his cum covered palm with his tongue.
The screen went to black. It was over. I let out my breath, sitting there amongst my own fluids. Then I heard footsteps and a mans voice.
"Where's that beautiful man?! Aden, where are you?!"
It was Eric. Not far off. I stuffed my semi-erect dick back into my pants and began moving frantically about the room trying to clean of my cum-stained attire on anything I could find. Cardboard boxes, porn magazines. I had no choice but to leave the room with obvious dampness on my clothes. It would be worse if he saw where I was.
I darted out of the room and moved towards the mans echoes. I saw in the hallway a hidden camera looking down at me from the ceiling. It was so small you could barely make it out. I prayed this was his device, and that we weren't being watched by some outside force.
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