An Ill Wind

Snowed In

It was still snowing when I awoke the next morning. The snow had settled on my bedroom verandah, piling almost halfway up the glass wall. At least the wind seemed to have died down, and the snow was no longer a complete ‘white out’, but it was clear we would not be going anywhere soon. Next to me my companion sighed, stirring as he woke slowly. Slipping my arm across his chest, I leaned in and kissed his neck gently.

“Good morning, Mike. Looks like we’re snowed in properly now. I hope you didn’t have any plans for today …”

“Where ..?” He came fully awake. “Oh.” His grin widened. “They went out of the window when I crashed the car last night.” His fingers teased my nipple, making it harden and my already hardening cock to harden up some more. “So, let me see … plans for today? To repay my Guardian Angel and rescuer, by getting him to give me a lot more of what we did last night.”

I laughed. “No objections from me there …”

His hand gripping my now stiff member, he kissed me, then asked, “In latex? Please?”

“If you insist, Mike. Want me to find some for you?”

He vanished beneath the duvet. “Mmm, later please, first I want to make sure I wasn’t dreaming of this gorgeous appendage last night.”

His mouth engulfed my taut glans and I bit my lip as his tongue teased it. I opened my legs to give him full and unhindered access, and he made the most of it. There was no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing, and he played me like a pro. He nibbled, licked, teased and played with my long shaft, keeping me excited, making me surrender control l as he explored every inch of my rampant cock, my scrotum and my loaded balls.

Sensing my coming eruption, his mouth engulfed my swollen ‘head’, greedily swallowing every drop. Then he kept on sucking, teasing and licking my tool, not stopping until it was once more soft and completely slack.

“Thank you,” he whispered, emerging from beneath the bedclothes. Our mouths met in a prolonged kiss, the taste of my sperm still on his lips and in his mouth. “You have no idea how much you’ve done for me in the last how many hours. Thank you!”

“Then we better get some coffee and breakfast into us.” I kissed him again. “Then we can see what we do with the day.” Hugging him, I whispered, “But first I want to get a dose of you!” 

Playfully, I wrestled him onto his back, then eased myself into position to enjoy his gorgeous cock. I savoured the scent of his lust, enjoyed his precum, and explored his cock fully. My mouth was still full of his cum when I positioned myself on top of him, our bodies entwining as our mouths met in a passionate kiss. It was some while before we finally eased apart, got ourselves off the bed and made our way, hand in hand, to the kitchen for a more substantial breakfast. 

Breakfast out of the way, and both still naked, we loaded the dishwasher, then, I had my shower while he checked his clothes in the basement laundry. 

“Impressive place down there,” he said as he changed places in the shower. “How long can the generator run?”

“Minimum of five days on the fuel, but I need to check the oil and coolant daily.” I dodged his hand reaching for my dangling cock. “Now, now. Shower first, then we can play!”

While he showered, I retrieved some of my rubber outfits, adding, on impulse, my rubber bondage suit and a heavy slave restraint harness of my own design. He grinned in appreciation as he emerged from the bathroom. 

I laughed. “Choose your outfit, Mike.” I indicated the snow piled against the window. “We’re not going to have any visitors disturbing us.”

Planting a kiss on my cheek, he walked to the bed. “Oh boy, what a choice to have to make.” He paused. “I’m a switch, by the way, but I love being a bottom.” Kissing me again, he added, “And today I need to be really dominated. Rubbered, bound, fucked – whatever you fancy.” Examining the slave harness, he asked, “Where’d you get this? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“My own design. It’s very intense, and you’re completely helpless wearing it.”

He laughed. “That’s it then, my outfit for today. Can I wear a catsuit under it?”

“Of course.” I handed him one. “Use this one. Neck entry, and the crotch is open.” I grinned. “You’ll discover why that’s necessary when I fit the harness.”

He laughed. “I can’t wait.” 

“Then get the suit on, and I’ll help you into the harness.”

The catsuit fitted like a second skin on him, and he waited while I eased myself into my own. “Right, since you’re going to be fully restrained, we better get in role.” I selected my favourite ‘Master’ hood, and fitted it. “Ready to be restrained, Slave?”

He lifted the harness, and held it out to me. “Yes, Master. Restrain your slave, please, Master.” 

“Turn around, Slave. This will take a little while.”

Obediently he turned, and I moved into position, slipping the attached hood over his head, then adjusting it so it fitted his face perfectly. Drawing the rear zip closed, I locked the slider, then secured the heavy collar. Next I sorted out the shoulder pieces, and the cuffs for these to his upper arms. That draped the corset midsection in position for me to draw it round him and loosely secure it. Next came the chaps-style thigh cuffs, and then the pubic shield. This needed a little adjusting, as did the penis restraint and the through straps that secured the lower end of it jock-style.

“Now we adjust the corset,” I told him as I set to work.

“Oof, that’s restrictive … Master,” he gasped.

“It’s meant to be, Slave.” I squeezed his butt cheek, then moved to his front to adjust the chest harness so the rings framed his nipples. “Right, now the elbow and wrist cuffs, and you’re ready.” I chuckled, securing his elbows to the corset and then his wrists across the front of it. “Unless you want me to fit the gag and the plug …”

“Gag and plug? But how will I serve my Master if I’m gagged and plugged?”

“Your Master will think of something, Slave. Remember, he hasn’t enjoyed your cock this morning!”

He chuckled. “Yes, Master. Your slave needs the gag and the plug then.” He paused as I retrieved these items. “Master?”

“Yes, Slave?”

“Thank you, Master. Please enjoy me.”

“I will, Slave, and thank you.” I fitted the rubber penis gag into his mouth, and secured it with the muzzle straps. “Bend forward and spread your legs, here comes the plug!”

He whimpered slightly as the plug stretched his opening. Then it was inside him, and I secured it. “Right, Slave, now your Master wishes to enjoy you. Follow me!”

His eyes widened as he saw the dungeon. 

“Like what you see, Slave? Over here, time to put you where I can enjoy you.”

He nodded and moved to where I indicated. Quickly I attached the dangling chains to his collar and then the cuffs on his elbows. Reaching down, I released his cock. “And now, slave, I plan to enjoy you.”

He was ready alright, and loaded, but I played him carefully, not allowing him to climax, for as long as I could. Then he released a flood, almost fainting with the relief. I sucked it all down, once again enjoying the flavour of him and his grunts and moans as I deliberately stimulated his now hyper sensitized glans. Once he had softened to the point of being completely flaccid, I fetched a special cock harness I’d designed, and fitted it, then once more secured his cock to the harness.

“Don’t go away, now,” I told him. “Your Master has things to do.”

I did. The generator needed to be checked, lunch had to be taken out of the freezer, I needed to check the weather … and I knew he’d be ripe for giving me another good bit of oral pleasure by the time I came back.

The relief in his eyes when I returned made me smile. “Ready to please me again, Slave?”

He nodded, making grunting noises of assent.

Releasing him from the wall, I stepped back, and he almost fell getting to his knees, offering his gagged mouth to my now stiff erection. I chuckled. “Not so fast, Slave.” I indicated the stocks I’d designed for use with the harness he wore. “Place yourself in the stocks.”

Standing, he looked at the indicated equipment and sighed. Then moved into place, knelt on the knee rests and lowered his body carefully into place. Very deliberately I strapped him down, then lowered the clamp over his neck and locked it in place. Fetching another item, I positioned it behind him, lined it up, and clipped the long rod from the device to the base of his butt plug.

“You failed to wait for permission to cum earlier, Slave. Now you will be punished, but first your Master will feed you his cum.”

Moving to his head, I removed the gag. 

He grinned. “Master, your slave deserves to be fucked like this until he knows his place. Please, Master? Let your slave open his pussy for you?”

Surprised, I hesitated. While everybody thinks having a huge cock must be great, it comes with a lot of risks – especially when entering a boyhole. For one thing, the length makes it very vulnerable to damage, for another it can damage your partner. For this reason I have designed a special ‘splint’ that encases the lower half of my cock, and also prevents me from thrusting too much of it into my partner. “Later, perhaps, Slave.” Gripping my shaft, I brushed the head against his lips. “Please me, Slave.” 

I let him settle into giving my cock the attention I loved. He knew his stuff alright, but I made him work for it, holding out for a good twenty minutes before letting him enjoy my spunk. Withdrawing my cock from his mouth, I knelt down, and kissed his mouth, savouring the taste of my cumshot. Breaking the kiss, I held his head in my hands, and grinned. “Ready for your punishment, Slave?”

He smiled. “Ready, Master.” 

“Good. Enjoy yourself, but each time you cum, I’ll dial up the punishment!”

“Yes, Master …” He writhed as his plug began to vibrate. “Oooh! Errrrrr. Please, Master, I beg … Aaaaaah!”

I’d a pretty good idea of what he was feeling, and how much he could take. I took it up a level.

“Ooooooh! Aaaaaaah!” I saw the cumshot in the container below him.

“You came without permission, Slave.” I moved it up another notch. Now he was really struggling to escape the plug.

“M-u-m-u-m-u-aster ….” He gasped.

“Yes, Slave?”

“M-m-m-ore, p-p-p-please, Master!”

At his third, dry, cumshot, he fainted and I turned the machine off. He’d taken far more than I had managed on my trial run of this thing. I disconnected it, and revived him.

His eyes fluttered open. “Oh wow! Just wow …” He smiled at me, tears in his eyes. “Please, will you fuck me? I really, really need it …” 

He stopped as I kissed his mouth. “If it’s what you really want, but then we’re going to have lunch and a break, before we decide what to do this afternoon.” I kissed him again. “Besides, I need some time as the Slave.”

He laughed. “Then let’s do it.” 

An advantage of my long cock is that I can fuck my partner face to face without one of us needing to raise their legs and butt uncomfortably – even when wearing my splint. I fitted it in the dungeon, enjoying the way his eyes widened at the way it was constructed and the way I’d designed it as a sort of clamshell ‘brief’ of rigid plastic lined with neoprene. Tight rings in the tube encasing my cock also prevented me from sliding out of it, and helped make me even harder. This meant that the ‘brief’, rather than my perineal musculature took the force of my thrusts. Then I walked him upstairs. 

In the bedroom, I extracted his plug, and lubed his opening thoroughly, then applied a generous amount to my shaft and ‘head’. We joined in an ecstatic and prolonged coupling. With all the activity I'd already enjoyed, it took a while, especially as, when I'm fucking someone I have to take it slowly and carefully. As a result we both had plenty of time to explore ways to increase our enjoyment, and finally we both shot our loads within seconds of each other. Freeing his gag, I kissed him, enjoying the feel of his cock trapped between us, and my own held inside him by his clenched muscles and the rigid splint externally.

"Thank you," he whispered. "You've no idea how much I needed this ..."

I smiled, kissing his forehead. "I think I can guess. But I want some of you too ..."

 When I finally managed to extract myself from him, we were both exhausted, and simply lay side by side in a post-coital daze.

When I’d recovered, I made to release him from the harness. 

“No, my lover. Put the plug back into me, and gag me again.” He managed to bite my nipple. “I need to stay like this a little longer.” Nodding toward my splint brief, he added, “And keep that on, I need another dose of you later.”