The Cabin in the Lake

The weather was turning chilly and there was the smell of rain hanging in the air as I slogged on through the forest. I'd undertaken this trek just to get away. I'd lost my job for rejecting the overtures of my boss, and things went downhill from there. Nothing in my life was working out at present, so I'd thrown in the towel and caught a bus, then hitched a ride and now I was heading for a lake I'd camped at a few years ago and wanted to just think things out. Trouble is, I wasn't a teenager any longer, so the hiking was harder going than I remembered, but then I'm still fit and can take care of myself.

At least I wasn't going to be anywhere my ex-ex could find me and make more problems for me. Enough is more than too much in her case. 

I figured the lake was no more than two miles further, but as I studied the trail and the sky overhead, I wasn't going to make it there before the weather got a whole heap worse. The main problem now was that there wasn't really anywhere round here I could really bivouac either. I'd seen bear tracks and wolf markings. Neither would be particularly good neighbours for a lone man in a temporary shelter. Hell, what had I been thinking attempting to hike up here this late in the season. The area I was heading into wasn't inhabited. 

There are no 'towns' in the Overberg forest, though there are some loners and rumours of strange goings-on. An uncle had brought me up here in my early teens for the initiation ritual all the boys of my family were required to undergo and tried to show me some of it. We'd spent the week in leather or rubber hood masks and no other clothing than a leather or rubber thong, sometimes supplemented with a heavy harness. I spent much of it strapped to a strange trestle while he performed a number of rituals over me in an ancient tongue. 

I'd heard and felt things, but not understood a lot. I simply wasn't really ready to face what I was either, but it had been useful when I did my runaway stunt. Now I walked carefully my eyes and ears hard at work. The bears would be looking for a final fattening up for the long sleep and the wolves, well, with them, you're never sure anyway. And the wolves around here were a bit different as well - I knew that from my runaway teen escapade. 

That encounter came back now. I shook my head, there was still a whole lot about that brush with a pack of wolves that made no sense at all. I just hoped they still kept the same rules or whatever they followed that they had back then. I pushed it out of my head as the first spatter of rain brushed across me. I pulled out my rain cape and pulled it over me. At least it would keep me somewhat drier.

I could see the lake now. Only another mile or so and I'd be there. I hoped what I called my 'fortress' was still going to be accessible and usable. I'd need to use my flotation skills to reach it, but at least it was inaccessible to the bears and made a secure campsite. The rain was getting heavier, even the cape wasn't keeping me dry now, but it didn't really matter, hell, nothing much mattered anymore if I really thought about it. I plunged on.

The swim out to the 'fortress', in reality a small islet about 50 metres out in the lake, was cold, but I was already cold and wet. So, with my pack carefully secured inside the rubber sacks I'd brought for the purpose, i pushed it ahead of me and swam naked, using it as a flotation device. 

At the islet I hauled myself out, pulled my wrapped pack ashore and then hefted it and walked into the cleft in the rocks that cut off any view of the other side of the little island from the shore. Stepping out of it I stopped dead.

Nestled up against the outcrop and half hidden by the stand of trees around it, was a small and obviously well maintained cabin. It certainly hadn't been there on my last visit. Yet, it looked as if it had always been here. It squatted against the rock outcrop, a full width porch facing me with a door in the centre and a window each side of it. A chimney rose above the steep slope of the roof. It looked unoccupied - yet there was furniture in it, it was clean and the firewood stack was freshly stocked - in fact it looked as if it was stocked up for the winter.

The storm that had been building up behind the rain now decided to make itself felt and I faced a dilemma. Take advantage of the cabin and take shelter, or swim back to the shore and try to find somewhere else I could camp.

I decided to take advantage. After all, I could make sure I left it as clean and undisturbed as I found it once the storm cleared away. I tried the door fastening and it opened easily. Gratefully I stepped inside and into a future I could not have imagined - and if I had, would probably have rejected. I lifted my pack inside and shut the door, fastening it carefully as the storm broke over the cabin.

Standing naked with my back to the door I took careful stock. The place was sturdily built. The walls interlocked and trimmed logs, on a stone foundation, the floor clean and covered by what appeared to be handmade rugs. The furniture looked comfortable and expensively made. In the dim light it was difficult to see what the material was that covered the furniture. It was black, smooth and shiny and there was a faint smell I felt I should recognise. To my right, two doors stood open, one led to a small shower and, to my surprise, a toilet. The second opened into a useful kitchen. Stairs led upward to a mezzanine over the shower and the kitchen and, as there was no bed visible from where I stood, it had to be up there.

The storm was getting worse and the light fading fast, so I opened the waterproof bag encasing my pack, and dug out my LED Lantern. As a second thought, I pulled out the towel and quickly rubbed myself down. Something in the air was having an effect on me, I could feel my pulse quickening and my rather overgenerous cock was getting a little excited. I'm circumcised, and my glans is extremely sensitive when I'm hard. I shivered, and contemplated pulling out some clothes, but then rejected the idea and instead moved to the stove filling the fire place intending to lay it up and light it. But, when I opened the door, it was already laid and prepared. A box of matches stood conveniently to hand and, without thinking, I picked it up and lit the kindling.

The fire took immediately, and soon I was able to close the stove door and stand, enjoying the cheerful glow and the beginnings of the warmth as it heated up. My arousal was becoming distracting. I only ever got this hard with a girlfriend eager to see what getting such a large weapon inside her was like. Unfortunately, from my perspective, most only tried it once. I spotted a lamp, discovering, to my surprise, that it was electric. I switched it on and looked around. At last I recognised the material covering the upholstered furniture - latex! My pulse quickened, though I had no idea why.

I gasped as a gentle breath of air seemed to swirl around my erect shaft and balls, teasing my swollen cockhead. On the edge of my hearing I imagined the faintest sigh of pleasure and looked around for the origin of it. The cabin was empty. Picking up the LED lamp I climbed the stairs to the mezzanine. 

A four poster bed dominated the space. It was fully made up, though I quickly discovered that beneath the sheet covering the mattress and the pillowslips, everything was latex. On the bed lay a pair of trousers and a sort of jacket. On closer examination these were thin neoprene, the trousers having an open crotch with a large detachable codpiece. Curious I took a good look and uncovered a note.

"Welcome. Please don the clothing provided and make full use of my little hideaway. It will provide everything you need or desire and you are safe here from everyone and everything you are attempting to flee. Stay as long as you wish.

V von Weregummi” 

The signature had to be a joke. "Von Weregummi" indeed. And the first initial could only stand for "Vlad." Someone had a real sense of humour obviously. Again, there was a whispered sigh, right on the edge of my hearing, and that little breath of a draft once again swirled around my cock and balls, explored my butt crack and teased my taut glans.

I shivered again. "OK," I said the empty cabin. "I'll wear this shit and see what it feels like." Again, there was the faintest sigh as I picked up the 'trousers.' They slipped on quite easily, but as soon as I released the high waist band, they seemed to shrink, the rear seam pulling tight into my butt crack and separating my butt cheeks. The material moulding itself to my most intimate contours, with my erection and my balls exposed through an opening in the crotch. 

The codpiece, surprisingly, fitted over my erection. As soon as It was fastened in place, the material adjusted to mould itself exactly to the contours of my ball sack and my hefty cock. I stared in a sort of frightened disbelief. It was an incredible sensation and quite weird having my erection covered, but on display in such a prominent manner. Quickly I grabbed the jacket and pulled it over my head, smoothing and rolling it down my body. My head emerged in a full hood that, once I'd adjusted it, left only my mouth and eyes uncovered.

As soon as I'd adjusted the waist to overlap the trousers, the two formed a bond, forming a one piece outfit. For a moment I considered tearing the suit apart and getting the hell out of it, but then relaxed. "OK. This is fucking weird, but it feels good." My foot touched something on the floor and I looked down to find a pair of knee length boots. "I shrugged. "Why the fuck not? It can't get any weirder."

I sat on a rather hefty chair with a strange looking seat and what appeared to be attachment points on the backrest, front legs and armrests, to pull on the boots and zip them closed. I wasn't surprised when they moulded to my feet and legs. It just seemed to be part of the general weirdness taking me over. I was surprised at how the suit moulded and adjusted to my movements, the codpiece in particular adjusting to always display my erection to perfection.

Suddenly hungry, I clumped downstairs again in search of food.

The cupboards were well stocked, and I added my store of food to it. Then selected something simple, cooked it and ate seated in one of the latex covered chairs. The storm seemed to have settled overhead and I half listened to it as I ate and thought about this place and how comfortable I felt. It hit me suddenly, for the first time in my life I actually felt safe. Something else, I liked being in this weird rubber suit. 

I washed up and cleaned the kitchen, then lugged my pack upstairs and unpacked everything I possessed. Not a lot really. Five tee-shirts, two pairs of jeans and five jockstraps, plus socks and hiking boots, some equipment for camping and that was it. I found a closet and stowed it. In the morning I'd have to wash it all and think about what to do next. Then I returned to the living area and banked the stove. Outside the storm seemed to have moved on, so I opened the door and stepped into the light of a nearly full moon. Some ragged clouds sped across the sky, making shadows on the lake, but there was a sensation of complete peace as I stood on the porch and contemplated the silver lit scene.

Enjoying the simple beauty of it I lingered a while, but, tired and relaxed I was getting sleepy, so I turned and went inside. Having secured the door, I made my way up to the bed. I was asleep almost as soon as I'd removed the boots and given up on trying to strip off the suit. It wouldn't budge, so I stretched out n the bed and let sleep take me.

The dream was incredible. I dreamed I was chained to the bed spread eagled. A gag filled my mouth and prevented speech or sound, while, between my legs a dark rubberclad figure did the most incredible blowjob I've ever experienced. It was an incredible orgasm. My cock exploded, my spunk fountaining in the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever had. Then I slept again, though now I dreamed I was being held in a tender embrace by my rubberclad lover and heard his whispered expressions of love, felt his kisses and even begged him to make love to me.

"Soon, lover, soon," he whispered.

I woke in the morning, refreshed, still in the incredible rubber and alone. I threw back the covers and stared. My codpiece was no longer in place, it now lay on the odd chair I'd perched on the night before. The inside of it was slick with my own precum and I grinned as I picked it up and made my way to the toilet. Fuck, but had been one hell of a fucking dream. Once I'd pissed I needed a dump. That presented a problem, but a quick exploration revealed a concealed zipper and I opened it and emptied myself, then made sure I cleaned myself up properly and was about to leave the shower room when I spotted another note.

“Good morning,

Take a shower, using the special gel with this note. It will penetrate the latex and clean and refresh your skin and body. I hope you enjoyed a good night and look forward to your making a long stay.

V von W”  

I'd been wondering how to get a shower, the lake had seemed an alternative, but I knew how cold that was as well. "OK," I said to my reflection. "I could use a good shower." With a grin I picked up the bottle of gel and stepped into the cubicle.

Ten minutes later I stepped out and finished toweling my rubber suit dry. The inside surface now felt cool and slick and extremely erotic - as witnessed by my full on erection. I felt a need to pull my pole, but, as soon as I touched it, the rubber thickened and stiffened, removing all sensation. Worse, the damned codpiece sealed itself in place.

Angry, I stamped out of the shower room and put the kettle on, then went upstairs and retrieved my boots. I tugged them on and fastened them, then stomped downstairs to make my coffee. I don't like being manipulated and controlled. That's always been my problem. It had nearly wrecked my uncle's attempts to teach me anything at all on that first trip into this hidden forest. It had wrecked all my relationships as well, yet there was something in me that liked being controlled. Now I seemed to be totally under someone or something's control. The confusion boiling within me made me angrier as I walked to the water's edge and perched on a boulder at the lakeside with my coffee to think.

My uncle was a shaman, a mystic, and that ritual he'd performed over me had been an offering. I was the offering, though I'd not fully understood that until my later return to this lake and my attempt to escape the teasing at school over the sheer size of my genitals. These had begun to grow larger almost as soon as we'd returned from the week in the forest I remembered, until, well before I'd reached sixteen, I had a cock that dangled a full eight inches and measured more erect. The other problem was I was very easily aroused, and that led to a lot of problems.

My uncle had tried to explain that this showed I'd been found acceptable as an offering, and must now wait to discover which of the Overberg's mystic Overlords had claimed me. As a test he'd offered me five objects, bidding me shut my eyes and choose one. It came back to me now, I'd chosen a manikin  dressed in tight latex. 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror surface of the lake. The latex clad manikin stared back.

Lost in my own thoughts I made my way back to the cabin, trying to recall everything else my uncle had told me. One thing sprang to mind instantly. He'd warned me that, once I was accepted and claimed, there would be no returning to the normal world. Any human visitors would see me in the form and garb the Overlord chose. The image came to me suddenly of the man we had met on our journey to the place of offering. I'd taken him for a biker, except there was no road here and certainly no motorbike, yet he wore a heavy leather suit, heavily reinforced in places and, on closer sight, obviously restrictive, particularly round his crotch which seemed almost featureless.

I glanced at my own at this memory and, despite myself, grinned. Obviously whichever Overlord had accepted me, had a different taste. I thought about the leatherman. He'd bowed to my uncle, squeezed my young butt as I passed close on the path and then turned and walked away. Not a word had been said.

"Ah," my uncle responded when I asked who the man was. " He serves a powerful lord, one who controls the storms, the snows and the winds." He smiled at me. "Each has their own taste in their chosen companions." He continued walking and I had to scramble to keep up. "Several are currently looking for new companions, if you are accepted and lucky, your lord will be more generous. We shall see."

I glanced down at my huge erection, the codpiece once more showing it off magnificently. To the empty air I said, "Looks like you were right, uncle." I stepped onto the porch and carefully cleaned the soles of my boots, which had now assumed an almost animal appearance. "I hope he's satisfied."

Stepping into the cabin I stopped in surprise. The stove in the fireplace had been cleaned and relaid, and the kitchen counter had a breakfast laid out on it. Another of the oddly scripted notes bade me eat.

"Thanks, I think." I said glancing around the spaces. This was no longer just weird, it was spooky. I seated myself at the breakfast nook and began to eat. The food was certainly delicious and just what I needed. It was unbelievable, vastly different to what I'd had at 'home' and a world away from what I'd expected to be eating when I headed up here. But why? OK, so my uncle's oddball ritual might explain some of it, but it didn't explain why I was sitting in this comfortable cabin and dressed in this strange rubber suit. It didn't even come close to explaining why I felt comfortable and at peace with it - or the 'dream' the previous night and how much I'd enjoyed that.

I shook my head and stood to place everything in the sink and wash up, thinking as I did so, I could get used to this. I could even enjoy more of what happened in my dream. I glanced at my codpiece, my erection once more stiff and clearly defined. My hand descended to stroke it - and instantly the rubber hardened and thickened, denying any sensation. I raised my hands to shoulder height in resignation. "OK, OK, I get the message. But do me a favour here. You've made me a rubber wet dream, you've made me randy as hell, but you won't let me jack off." An idea came to me and I walked upstairs and spreadeagled myself on the bed. "I surrender myself to your ministration and service."

A shape began to take form at the foot of the bed. "You learn fast, a good thing." He gestured and cuffs and chains attached me to the bed, the cuffs at my wrists, elbows, knees and ankles and a heavy belt at my midriff. His form solidified before me and there was no doubt he was male. His head and upper limbs those of a huge wolf, his torso human, his genitals again an Alpha male wolf. To his waist he was clad in a rubber suit like the one I wore, above this he was naked, his superb musculature magnificently displayed. He reached down and touched my codpiece. "You have developed well and will sustain me  most adequately. Your reward shall be infinite pleasure. You may take lovers, but only in your mouth and rear." His clawed 'hand' stroked my straining erection. "But this belongs to me alone. Do you understand?" 

I gulped. "Yes, Master." I swallowed hard, my eyes on his penis, now fully extended from its sheath. I wanted to taste it, to feel it penetrate me. "Master, may I ..."

There was a low rumble of mirth. "You will satisfy me shortly. First, I wish to feed on you." His paw touched the codpiece and detached it. He dropped it over my face and I could smell - no - taste my excitement. 

I gasped and writhed in my bonds as his long tongue began to explore my cock. It was exquisite and he clearly had full control of my pleasure as he teased every part of it, then explored my balls, switching between my shaft, my cock head and my balls with that fabulous tongue, holding me on the edge of ejaculation but never quite allowing it until I was begging him to make it happen.

I felt him take my whole cock into that fearsome mouth and a few seconds later my spunk was fountaining from me, my back arching against my bonds as he drained me completely. I was barely conscious as I experienced the sensation of movement, of being placed in a sling of some sort and my legs raised. The codpiece was removed from my face and laid aside, then his gorgeous musk filled my nose as his pizzle brushed my lips. "Thank you, Master," I murmured as I accepted it, exploring its slick shaft and head with my tongue. Now I understood my uncle's ritual, but this magnificent penis was infinitely better.

All too soon he was moving again, his erection targeted at my puckered opening. I moaned in anticipation. "Yes, Master, pierce me, take me and seal me as yours."

He laughed, a drove himself slowly, teasingly, lovingly inside me. "Know, Petroc, that I am Viktorikus, Prince of the Wolf, and you are now fully accepted as the offering of your people to me and mine. I will send companions to guard you and you may perform this service for them, but I alone may feed on your spunk."

"Y-yes, Master" I gasped as he began to pump my hole. Then I surrendered completely, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy as he satisfied his lust. We remained joined for perhaps twenty minutes after he shot his cream into me, his cock head swollen inside me and preventing withdrawal. Exhausted, I lay back engulfed in the glow that accompanies really satisfying sex, aware of my own fresh arousal receiving his attention once again. 

My second ejaculation was almost as powerful as my first, then he withdrew, released me and bade me replace my codpiece.

"Your companions await you at the lake. Go, and satisfy them. You will care for them and they for you." He paused, staring at me. "You are a worthy offering, your people will be rewarded. I shall return later." With a slight pop, he vanished and seconds later so did the restraints holding me to the bed. 

A few minutes later I struggled downstairs, his seed still filling my anus. Opening the door, I looked out. A pair of magnificent male wolves sat on the rock I had used only that morning. As I walked forward their eyes met mine and they adopted postures of greeting, then advanced on me with the attitude of equals and performed the ritual of nuzzling my scrotum and then my anus. So, these were my 'companions' for the future. 

I scratched their heads gently. "Good morning, my friends. I hope you will teach me how to care for you as well as I must."  I received a pair of licks and nuzzles in return. Both of them were very clearly male, the tips of their pizzles showing at the opening of their sheaths as they sat before me. Then, with a glance at one another, the smaller one rolled on his back, caught my eye and slowly extended his magnificent penis. His companion rose and stepped behind me, his nose exploring my butt.

I got the hint. Kneeling down I smiled at the one in front of me. "Very well. If we are to be companions, let us learn each other's tastes." I reached behind me and opened the zip. "There. Now I think we are ready for one another." I bent to the task before me, placing myself in position to receive the attention of the larger wolf. We all took our time, me exploring the smaller animal's enormous pizzle carefully, the second exploring my opening. 

The taste was good. The musk of his sex filled my nose as I took his stiff member into my mouth. I grunted slightly as the second male positioned himself and mounted me, but his pizzle slipped easily into my anus, exciting me and obviously pleasing him. I concentrated on the taste of my other companion, seeking his pleasure spots and triggers and finding them one by one. I sensed his building release and concentrated on giving him that pleasure, my own engorged member trapped and useless in its prison.

Suddenly his cockhead swelled, filling my mouth and straining my jaw - then his spunk erupted. Unable to release him, I swallowed, trying not to gag as the stream pumped and spurted down my throat. In my anus, the second wolf's penis did the same, so now I was trapped between my two companions, unable to expel either cock from either orifice. My life promised to be interesting indeed from now on.