Nathan approached the picture window as stealthily as he could. The deep snow silenced his footsteps. He was glad of that, but the drifts were almost waist high at the point where he could finally peer into the cabin without being seen.
The snow was no longer falling, but his Subaru rental had nevertheless been trapped in a drift of a height rarely seen on roads this heavily wooded. Nathan put on his boots, prepared to walk the final mile or so. He remembered this stretch of dirt road and how it curved around the end of the lake to where the cabin perched above the short beach.
He knew that the road ran close to the water’s edge here and before he’d trudged more than a couple hundred yards, he found what he was looking for. The flat expanse of snow looked like an open field, but Nathan knew the frozen lake offered an easy shortcut.
Walking was easy on the ice, blanketed as it was by enough snow to provide traction for his warm boots. He scanned the opposite shore to get his bearings in the waning afternoon light and immediately sighted his destination.
The cabin was there, pretty much where his mental map had predicted, but nothing had predicted that it would be inhabited! The lake-facing window was brightly lit and he could see smoke from not one, but two chimneys.
Curiosity quickened his step as he pondered the situation. Maybe one of the cousins? The place had originally been his grandfather’s and he recalled the family reunions he’d attended there as a kid. Who knew what uses the place had been put to in the last thirty years?
That’s how much time had passed since his parents’ divorce had put an end to contact with his father. So the letter from the executor had come as a total surprise. The cabin was his now. Nothing else, though; but then nothing had been expected. Dad had three kids by his second wife, after all. Maybe it was a nod to primogeniture? Dad had been a first born too.
It wasn’t until he reached the beach that it occurred to Nathan that maybe squatters were living there. He could tell the place had been vastly improved, though. There was a new dock, for one thing. There was a new structure with a chimney where the outhouse used to be. And the bright light he had seen from across the lake sure wasn’t a kerosene lamp.
A cautious reconnoiter was warranted. He scrabbled clumsily up the slope toward the front window, skirting the stairs that led to the door. With his shoulder pressed against the log wall, Nathan peered into the spacious great-room from the edge of the window.
Daylight had almost completely faded, so the bright interior was easy to see. He recognized the hearth with its imposing iron stove. He also saw that the room was larger and better furnished than he remembered. It now had all the hallmarks of a comfortable home in addition to the touches of rusticity that had always predominated.
Lots of evidence of inhabitation, but no inhabitants were in view. He scanned the room for clues, noting the modern kitchen, one that his wife would appreciate, and the new hallway where the side door used to be. It looked like there were two or three new rooms there.
Suddenly, a man emerged from one of those rooms. Nathan, taking a deep breath, watched him as he entered the main room.
The man was naked. He was an old man, but nevertheless he struck Nathan with a kind of magnificence. He moved about confidently, gracefully, unaware of being watched, giving Nathan the opportunity to take in every detail.
His face, weathered and scarred with years, looked calm and thoughtful, his eyes lit with intelligence. He was of medium build and height, trim and athletic, and tanned without tan lines. His chest, though not chiseled, was firm – his pecs didn’t droop or sag – and wore a light coat of soft grey fur. His shoulders were broad and shapely, wielding strong arms with only a little sag to the skin. Nathan was impressed by his flat stomach. He was relatively hairless there, but the hair picked up again around his navel, a darker and narrower trail that pointed down below his waist.
Ignoring a nagging sense of shame, Nathan allowed the trail to lead his eyes downward, out of bounds, down to where the man’s pubic region was surprisingly neatly trimmed! Nathan was moved by the sight of the substantial cock that was so prominently displayed, languidly relaxed against loose, low-hanging testicles. He felt his pulse jump.
When the man turned back toward the hallway, Nathan turned away to reach the front door, but not before getting a glimpse of the round, firm globes flexing beneath the surface of the sagging skin of the old man’s ass.
He knocked loudly, quickly, as if the man might get away. The door opened. The man looked surprised, but unfazed by either the unexpected visitor or his own state of undress.
“Can I help you?” was the greeting, the voice deep and self-possessed.
“Who are you…” the younger man began, before quickly self-correcting to a more polite introduction. “I’m Nath…”
“Nathan Johannsen!” he interrupted, extending his hand in greeting. “Come in, come in!” He stepped back, pulling Nathan inside while shaking his hand warmly. “I was expecting you sooner or later.”
Closing the door, he continued, “I’m Jan Heikkinen.” Noting Nathan’s confusion, he added, “The caretaker.”
Jan paused a moment and smiled kindly. “I’m sorry about your father,” he said, resting his hand on Nathan’s shoulder.
Nathan felt Jan’s sincerity. It was comforting.
“Come to take possession, eh?” Jan grinned. “Mike told me he was going to…”
Nathan had started removing his parka and Jan reached to take it from him.
“I was just going to the sauna. Why don’t you join me?” He led him to a door in the hallway. “This is your room. Get undressed and join me. We’ll talk.” He pointed down the hall. “The sauna’s right out there.”
The bedroom was surprisingly well furnished. His father’s, he presumed. There were personal items; the framed photo on the dresser was undoubtedly of his family, an attractive woman with three kids.
He didn’t spend any time looking around, though. He stripped quickly, excited about trying the sauna. Normally uncomfortable being naked around men, he was looking forward to hanging with Jan. He reasoned that having already seen Jan in the nude assuaged his modesty. But that didn’t account for his erection.
The truth was, he wanted to look at Jan’s body some more. And the prospect of displaying himself to the older man excited him despite his usual shyness. As he shed his last piece of clothing, he shivered. Not from cold; but from defenselessness. He felt a sudden desire to stand naked and vulnerable before the man.
Nathan was about an inch taller than Jan and a few pounds heavier. Longer of limb, a bit softer in the belly. At forty-five, he had held on to much of his youthful build. The most striking difference was how pale he looked compared to the tan and weathered woodsman.
He shuffled quickly across the wooden walkway to the outbuilding, thankful that the cold air had immediately shriveled his cock to limpness. Less embarrassing. Or was it now too small?
He pulled the thick wooden door open and felt the welcoming heat. Jan had just poured water on the hot stones and was emerging from the steamy mist like a mythical pagan god. Nathan’s cock rose again.
Jan didn’t seem to notice. He motioned to the bench beside him as he seated himself and Nathan perched himself there beside him as nonchalantly as he could while trying not be obvious about hiding his boner.
“The place looks great,” Nathan said. “Do you live here full time?”
“Yup, for the last… almost nine years,” Jan replied. “Started working on it a few years before that, though. Your dad hired me to put in the indoor plumbing when they got electricity. And then there were more and more projects, literally every year. I had my own business in Rhinelander as a plumber and general contractor. Retired now.”
He was looking Nathan over. He liked what he saw.
“You look a lot like your dad,” he stated. “We got along really well. He did a lot of the work himself, you know. Learned real fast.”
Nathan was impressed. “It’s amazing! I haven’t seen it for like thirty years. I told my wife I’d take a look. I was at a conference in Chicago but nothing on Friday’s schedule was worth staying for, so I canceled my flight and drove back instead. It’s only a couple of hours out of the way…”
“You live in the Cities?”
“St. Paul,” Nathan nodded. “Place looks great, though. I might want to keep It after all.” That would be a definite change of plans.
“Not sure how often we could get out here, though,” he added, unconsciously staring at Jan’s cock, draped over his thigh, ridiculously long and thick.
“It’s only three hours,” Jan said.
“It’s not me, it’s my wife. She does a lot of work at church. Every weekend, pretty much year round.”
Nathan sighed, calculating. Both kids would be in college by fall; there was no reason he couldn’t spend every weekend here if he wanted. It could work, but could he afford it?
“What does my dad pay you?” he asked, lifting his gaze to Jan’s face. It glistened with sweat.
“It’s not like that.” Jan smiled dismissively.
“Seems like a full-time job, though,” Nathan wondered.
Jan studied the younger man speculatively. “Mike paid me in other ways,” he said cryptically.
Something in his tone caught Nathan’s ear, something edgy. “What ways were those?” he asked, feeling a little off balance.
“Let me ask you something,” Jan said in lieu of an answer. “You’ve been looking at my dick a lot.” He picked it up off his thigh as if to show off its full dimensions. “Do you like what you see?”
Nathan stared at it. He couldn’t help admiring the shape and size of it. He had never really considered cock before. Not as such; not as a thing to look at. Certainly not as a thing of beauty.
“I’m sorry,” said Nathan. “I don’t usually… I mean I’ve never… I don’t know, I…” he tapered off, suddenly conscious that his own cock was growing stiffer.
Jan shook his big snake, sort of waving it at Nathan as it too became larger and more rigid. With a voice of authority, a tone new to Nathan’s ear, he said, “You haven’t answered my question.”
That drew Nathan’s attention from the cock. What question? he asked himself. “Oh!” he realized, turning his eyes back to the object in question. “Yes. Yes, I do like it,” he said, surprising himself at his candor. He wanted to say more, but he didn’t have the words.
“You can touch it,” Jan said softly. “Go ahead.”
Nathan reached out and ran his index finger over the top of the big, flared head. It felt soft and warm. The touch made his own cock twitch excitedly. He reached again, farther, and repeated the stroke from further down the shaft. It was alive! It picked itself up off Jan’s palm where it had been resting and pulsed to a straighter, higher posture.
“I think it likes you too,” Jan said decidedly. “Here, why don’t you sit down here, a little closer.” He pointed to his feet. “You can play with it.”
Nathan did what Jan suggested without a thought. Maybe it was the heat, the steam, or just the novelty of the situation, but Nathan felt an implicit trust in Jan, as if he had something to offer that Nathan needed.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, his erection aimed straight up, and reached forward to grasp the larger, semi-erect cock before him. It felt so alive! He could feel Jan’s heartbeat in it. He squeezed it and felt its inner core, firmly resistant, and the weight of it, substantive and hefty. It was mesmerizing.
He stroked it gently, feeling its pliability waning. He squeezed it again and watched a drop of perfectly clear fluid form at its tip.
“Taste it, boy.” Nathan’s voice was soft and low and compelling.
Nathan leaned forward and licked the tip of the cock with the tip of his tongue, The drop disappeared and his tongue returned, bringing a bright, clean flavor and a wonderful texture into his mouth. His mind shifted, a threshold crossed. He liked it; he had licked another man’s cock and he liked it. It seemed at once both harmless and foreboding. What am I doing, he asked himself, how is this normal?
“Good boy,” Jan said, instantly dispelling Nathan’s qualms.
He looked up at the older man’s face while still holding on to the cock. Jan was looking back at him, appraising him, Nathan thought. He returned his focus to the cock in his hand. It was so big! His fingers didn’t reach all the way around the thick shaft. It was beautiful, too, so tall and imposing, its wide, flared head so shiny. Its little piss-slit seemed to smile at him.
I licked a man’s cock! he said to himself in disbelief. Why did it excite him so? His own cock was fiercely raging.
Am I gay now, he worried. Am I turning into a cocksucker? His mouth watered, despite his dismay, at this idea, so taboo.
He looked up at Jan again, in search of approval. He needed to know he hadn’t disgraced himself. Thankfully, he saw no disapproval there, but Jan still seemed to be sizing Nathan up.
Nathan felt the need to earn this man’s approbation for some reason, in some manner. By pleasuring his cock, perhaps?
He began to stroke it. He pumped it with two hands, enjoying the feel of it as his sweaty hands slid up and down the long pole, enjoying the knowledge of how good it must feel to Jan. Up and down. He wanted Jan to feel it, the pleasure of it. Up and down. He had decided. He wanted to give this pleasure to him. Up and down. He wanted Jan to come. He needed to make Jan come, to give him all the pleasure he could. To please him.
“That’s very good, Nathan,” Jan said. But he stood up, and took the cock away from him. “You’re doing a fine job, boy, but I’m going to finish it myself.”
Nathan was elated by the encouraging words even as he already missed the feel of the other’s sex.
Jan stroked himself vigorously.
“Look at me, boy,” he commanded.
Nathan tilted his head. Jan’s face looked as intense as his stroking had become.
“Open your mouth.”
Nathan complied.
“Stick out your tongue.” Jan’s breath was getting ragged. “No, straight out,” he corrected.
Nathan waited anxiously, helplessly, with his tongue out. Saliva was pooling in his mouth. He began to drool, feeling like a dumb animal, as he watched the swelling cock and the hand that flew up and down its shaft. He watched, excited, like a pet awaiting his master’s treat. Did he deserve a treat? Had he been a good boy?
Then Jan came! He grunted. He aimed the shot right into the open mouth. Nathan felt it hit the back of his throat as another spurt landed on his tongue. Cum was pouring down onto his tongue now as Jan spoke.
“Don’t swallow. Wait until I tell you.”
Nathan was overwhelmed with sensation and emotion. The heat of the sauna. His throbbing cock. His heart was pounding. Sweat had fallen from Jan’s face; it was mingled with his, stinging his eyes. And Jan’s cum – he held it in his mouth – its fumes were permeating his nasal membranes – it felt thick and heavy on his tongue, salty and acrid.
Why was he so excited, so sexually aroused? he wondered as he waited… Why did he feel compelled to obey?
“You may swallow now,” came the signal Nathan had so expectantly waited for.
Nathan swallowed. It went down easily, easier than he expected. But it left an aftertaste, oddly bitter and caustic. It tasted like surrender.
Jan squeezed a final dollop of slimy cum out of his softening cock onto his index finger. He extended his hand to Nathan’s lips. Nathan opened his mouth and accepted the slime-coated digit and dutifully sucked it clean.
He found both the flavor and the texture more to his liking this time. “Thank you, sir,” he said after he had swallowed. He truly did feel grateful, beholden even.
Jan put the head of his cock to Nathan’s lips. “There’s a little more. Clean it up.”
Nathan opened his mouth to engulf the bulbous glans, closing his lips around the shaft behind the flange and polished the knob with his swirling tongue that delighted in the soft, smooth texture of its skin.
He sucked gently as he swallowed, compressing the object that so perfectly fit his oral cavity. His sexual arousal had now reached even greater heights and he was close to orgasm.
He reached for his own cock, wanting to masturbate, needing to answer cum for cum.
Jan moved his foot to block Nathan’s hand, nudging it away. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”
But it was too late. Nathan’s cock erupted, spewing his seed onto his belly and down his shaft, pooling and clotting in his pubic hair.
Nathan’s orgasmic rush was tinged with fear. Had he angered his partner, his accomplice in this… whatever this was? Jan was more than a confederate, though. More like a leader, the mastermind, the author of this thing.
“I’m sorry!” Nathan cried out, his voice shaking with orgasmic wobbles. “I couldn’t help it!”
Jan loved the sound of panic in Nathan’s voice. So submissive! He laughed out loud and stood up. “Come on,” he said, and offered the flustered Nathan a hand. “You need a shower.”
The cold air of the outdoor passage was exhilarating, as was the quick ice-cold shower they took together in the mudroom just inside the cabin.
“I’m going to fix supper,” said Jan, “while you call your wife. Tell her you’re staying over till Sunday.”
He smacked Nathan on the ass and added, “Don’t get dressed. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”
Jan was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt when the two sat down at the table to eat. As he dug into the steaming bowl of venison chili and chewed a hunk of sourdough, Nathan began to lose some of the self-consciousness he felt, being the only one naked. But he was still grappling with his uncharacteristic behavior in the sauna and he worried about the impression it must have given Jan.
Deliberately suppressing the shame he felt, he found it easy to praise the meal. He was hungry and tired and the food was both satisfying and mood-lifting. Jan replied that he enjoyed cooking, especially when ingredients, like the venison for example, had been harvested by his own efforts.
They talked about hunting and fishing for a minute or two. Then a silence fell as they continued to eat.
“About what happened before…” Nathan began abruptly, “I don’t know…” he faltered. “I mean, I’ve never done anything like that. I mean…”
“Nothing happened that I didn’t want to happen,” Jan stated flatly. He stared Nathan down.
Nathan shut up and turned red.
“Let’s talk about the cabin,” Jan said. “What are your plans?”
Nathan relaxed a little. “I was going to sell it, but now I don’t know. I told my wife I was thinking of keeping it. I told her what it’s like now – nothing like I remember – how it’s got everything all fixed up and up to date…
“The thing is, I don’t know how much time I can spend here and you can’t just leave a place like this unattended. Even with a good alarm system, I don’t think.”
He looked at Jan, studying the lines on his face, like etched wisdom.
“If you stayed on as caretaker… What exactly was the arrangement you had with Dad?” he asked the older man.
“Simple. He paid me with his service and obedience.” Jan watched Nathan’s reaction, but he continued, ignoring it.
“I don’t need money; It doesn’t cost much to live here and I’m pretty well set with the sale of my company plus Social Security. You pay the taxes and utilities, so my only expense is food. There’s game and fish and I do a little gardening, so that’s not a problem either.”
He wiped his bowl with the crust of his bread, chewed it, and washed it down with the last of his Leinenkugel.
“Here’s the thing: I like to do things my way and I like to call the shots. That’s why I didn’t stay in the army. Not that I have trouble following orders – I like a strict command structure – but I’d rather be the one giving them. You could call me a control freak; my wife did. She needed more autonomy than I was able to give her.”
He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, to observe Nathan more closely.
“She said I didn’t make love to her, that I just used her for my pleasure. That was true. Not a good match. There are submissive women who like that kind of thing, it’s true, but I discovered that I prefer to dominate men. It’s much more gratifying.”
Nathan’s eyes had widened as he listened. The events of the evening made a lot of sense now, except it didn’t account for his own reaction. Why had he submitted to Jan so readily? Why was he being so obedient, doing what he was told, like right now, sitting here naked? Why had Jan’s cock turned him on? And now, why was his getting hard again?
Jan continued. “It’s a power trip, Nathan, that’s what it is.” He paused for effect. “And it fucking turns me on to turn guys like you into submissive fuck toys.”
He got up and pushed the heavy table aside so he could stand in front of Nathan. Nathan had to tilt his head to see Jan’s face.
“The deal your dad made with me was this,” Jan said, looking down. “Whenever we were alone together he had to be naked, he had to do everything I said, and he had to submit to anything I did to him.”
Nathan swallowed audibly. His cock was rock-hard now.
“It was a great arrangement. It lasted over eight years, until last July when he got sick. It worked out really well. I liked it. I like you. I’m offering you the same deal.”
Nathan’s gaze had lowered. He found himself staring at the bulge in Jan’s jeans.
Jan noticed. “Open my pants, boy,” he said calmly.
Nathan felt the authority in his tone. It was irresistible.
“Go ahead,” he said encouragingly, “take it out and let it breathe.”
Nathan tugged the thickening beast up and out into the air. He could smell it, a pleasant musky smell.
“Put it in your mouth. Taste it. Get used to it.”
Nathan complied. He was in a state of lust he’d rarely experienced before. The feel of that big beautiful cockhead in his mouth again was magical, making him dizzy with need.
“Good boy,” Jan said, adding to Nathan’s euphoria. “Let’s see how much of it you can take. Go on, get down on it, boy.”
Nathan was eager. He bent his head and slid his lips down the thick shaft. It was so smooth, so delightful to his lips. The head was filling the back of his gullet, though, making him gag, making him back off a little. His lips had only gone halfway down the shaft!
Tears came to his eyes and his mouth flooded with saliva. He swallowed and sucked, oddly excited by the pressure at the back of his throat. He stroked the lower half of the shaft with his hand as he bobbed his head and sucked on the part his lips could reach. What an incredible feeling! He could taste the precum.
“Deeper, boy,” Jan growled, “I want it all the way down.”
Nathan stopped bobbing and started pressing his face down, impaling it on the impossibly long shaft, drooling into Jan’s pubic hair, forcing the cockhead against his gagging point. He convulsed, his diaphragm heaved, he coughed, coughing up the invading beast with flowing tears and snot.
He already had it back in his mouth, pressing forward again valiantly, as Jan spoke, “You can do it, boy. All the way!”
He felt the cockhead push through the constriction point. He began to panic, but was able to calm himself when Jan held his head still, his face pressed into his groin. He found he could breathe through his nose. A deep breath quelled the panic. He had survived. It felt like a victory despite the quantities of drool and snot that soaked Jan’s pubic area and dripped down his balls.
Jan held his head tight. “That’s good, boy,” he said, deciding it was time to enlighten his pupil.
“You wanted to suck my cock, didn’t you, boy?” he asked rhetorically – there was no way Nathan was going to answer with an eight-and-a-half-inch cock down his throat.
“I don’t like blow jobs,” he explained. “Too passive. No, I have to control the action. I like to fuck.” He paused for effect before easing his hips back a little, leaving some space between his balls and Nathan’s chin.
Nathan could feel the motion of the cock in his esophagus.
“As far as I’m concerned, your fuck-holes are mine to use.” He rocked forward, bottoming out again. “You’ve got two of them,” he explained, pulling back, popping the head out of his throat, into his mouth. “And I’ll fuck them both.”
Holding his head in place with a firm grip, Jan began thrusting his cock in and out of Nathan’s throat, effectively fucking his face like a cunt. Gathering speed, he was now long-cocking him at a pace that was almost brutal.
Nathan was stunned, overwhelmed with sensation. His initial reflex, like gagging earlier, was to flinch and pull away, but held fast by Jan’s viselike grip, he just went limp, surrendering to Jan’s masterful cocksmanship.
The sense of helplessness was electrifying, like the fear that had colored his first arousal. Passivity was an aphrodisiac; it lighted up every neuron in his brain. His body, with only autonomic responses left, began to buzz, as if his pharynx was wired directly to his very hard hard-on.
He just let Jan have his way with him. Later, on reflection, he would be puzzled by this. But in the moment there was no thought at all, just sensation. It was utterly, viscerally sexual. Nathan was reduced to mere flesh – erogenous flesh. He was nothing but a cunt. A cunt to be used by Jan. Nothing more.
When Jan came, Nathan’s brain registered every pulse that coursed down the shaft, so deeply lodged in his esophagus. He could feel the spurt, the violence of the semen released. As if observing from the outside, he recorded his body’s fertile response as it eagerly welcomed its master’s seed.
The orgasm was tremendous. Jan was amazed at the intensity of it, given the fact that he had come just a couple of hours earlier Fucking this guy was awesome. It made him feel like a king, like a conquering emperor.
He staggered back to his chair. Nathan looked dazed. His mouth was open, drooling, spit and mucus dripping down his chin.
“Damn!” said Jan. “That felt good!”
His words seemed to rouse Nathan. Jan threw him a napkin. It landed in his lap.
“Clean yourself up,” he said, “you’ve got work to do.”
Nathan pulled himself together and wiped his face and his neck and chest, sopping with drool. He became aware that his cock was still rock hard. He noted also that he couldn’t taste any cum. Jan must have pumped his entire load in his esophagus, right down into his stomach.
Jan’s cock and balls were also soaked with Nathan’s drool. “Come here,” Jan commanded. “Down on your knees. Clean this up too,” he said, pointing to his crotch.
Nathan put the softened member back in his mouth – it was a better fit now – and sucked it dry. Then he picked it up and nosed under it to lick Jan’s balls. He took each of them into his mouth and sucked it dry. He felt so servile doing this that it made his still erect cock pulse eagerly. The smell of Jan’s sweaty ass added to both the sexuality of this act and the humiliation, which, honestly, now seemed like the same thing.
Nathan’s own cock was becoming an insistent distraction. “Can I come now?” Nathan asked when he thought he had finished the cleaning.
“No,” Jan replied simply. “You can clear up and wash the dishes. I’ll be in the living room.”
Nathan didn’t mind. He bumped and rubbed his erection against the counter as he washed the dishes, while his mind drifted through fantasies of sexual servility. Surely Jan was going to fuck his ass; it was only a matter of time. The idea was both frightening and arousing; it kept his cock at the peak of readiness.
It was still hard, pointing the way forward, when Nathan entered the living room area. Jan looked up from his book.
“Here, sit on the floor.” He gestured toward the space beside his chair, closer to the stove. “Looks like you like doing what you’re told,” he smirked.
Nathan glanced down at his leaking cock. “Who knew?” he replied. “Makes me serious about keeping this place.”
“Yeah, well if that’s because you want me,” Jan cautioned, “I haven’t decided if I want to stay on yet.”
“Oh!” Nathan was suddenly disconcerted. “I… I thought… Well, then I don’t know…”
“There’s a lot I don’t know about you,” Jan explained. “Don’t know if you’re worth my time.”
Nathan’s dismay was palpable; a fearful sense of loss gripped him.
“I’ll give you my decision before you leave on Sunday,” Jan continued. “I’ll know by then.”
Jan laid out his plans for Saturday, starting with digging out Nathan’s car and including splitting logs and other physical tasks. Nathan figured Jan wanted to make sure he could do the hard work his dad had done.
Before going to bed, in separate bedrooms, Jan made Nathan stand up and show him his ass.
“Spread your buns with your hands and show me your pussy.”
Nathan bent forward to stick his ass out as far as he could. He felt the cool air on his hole. It made him feel exquisitely vulnerable. He could imagine Jan’s cock entering him in this position. His tingling sphincter spasmed, opening up to his imaginary submission. It sucked in a sip of cooling air.
“You’re going to have to get rid of that hair,” Jan announced before applying a dollop of cold lube to the tiny pink ring. He then pushed in a mid-sized butt plug.
“Oh!” Nathan exclaimed at the sudden pressure that stretched his tight orifice. “Oh!” he squeaked again as he felt his sphincter close around the narrow stem, sealing the fullness in, making waves of needy pleasure.
“Keep that in all night,” Jan instructed. “I’ll take it out tomorrow. And no masturbating.”
Nathan turned around to face Jan. “Yes, sir,” he said proudly, despite his meek compliance. There was a deep satisfaction in obedience.
“One of my rules is no coming without my permission.” Jan smiled, a little gleefully, Nathan thought.
He wondered what Jan would do if he disobeyed.
After breakfast, they put on one-piece snowmobile suits and rode out on Jan’s Arctic Cat to retrieve the car.
Nathan had lain awake for some time in the night, wrestling with his thoughts. Did he really want to keep this cabin? What would it cost? What would his wife think? He knew he couldn’t keep it without Jan staying on. And he realized he didn’t want it without Jan. He admitted to himself that it really wasn’t about the cabin at all. Flexing his anus around the plug in his ass and lightly massaging his ever-hard cock, he finally fell asleep, hoping that Jan would take him and use him.
Nathan was naked under his dad’s suit, still wearing the butt plug in his tender hole. The vibrations of the powerful engine were transmitted up his ass by the plug’s contact with the machine. And, with his arms around Jan, his erection was pressed against the driver’s back, where it rubbed up and down with excruciating pleasure at every bump and dip in the hard-packed snow.
Balancing on the edge of an inevitable orgasm, Nathan tried to hold it off, succeeding for what seemed a very long time, which only made it all the more explosively mind-blowing when it finally came. He was certain Jan could feel it; the spasms jerked his limbs as his cock pumped out spurt after spurt of streaming spunk as if it was trying to wrench out his very testicles with the sperm.
Afterwards, when he’d parked the car back at the cabin, he waited for Jan in the mudroom. The work of digging out the car had warmed him and he quickly stripped himself of the suit. The cool air stimulated his sweaty skin and his cock rose again.
Jan came in and stomped the snow off his boots as he unzipped his suit. He stopped and stared at his naked companion, noting his stiff erection.
“You’re quite a slut, aren’t you?” he asked with an edge of malice. “I told you not to come.”
He picked up the suit Nathan had dropped on the bench.
“Were you just going to leave the cum in here to dry?” He shoved the suit at Nathan, who had to take a step backward to keep his balance.
Nathan looked around and started to tear a paper towel off the roll beside the sink.
“No. Use your tongue. Lick it clean.” Jan had already figured out that Nathan was going to be easier to train than his father had been.
Nathan opened the suit and did as he was told. His cum was already getting stiff. Some of it was on the zipper’s teeth; he carefully sucked them clean before licking the long streaks off the fabric on either side. He was ashamed of his lack of control. That made the submissive act of compliance all the more humiliating, which raised his cock to a higher degree of verticality and girth.
Jan decided to take the opportunity. He gripped the younger man’s shaft from behind in one hand and, with the other, yanked the plug from his butt. It made an audible “plop” followed by a loud moan from Nathan.
“You want to come again?” Jan spoke in his ear, his voice was low, but still menacing.
“Y-yes,” Nathan gasped.
Jan squeezed the rigid shaft hard. Precum dripped over his knuckles.
“Ask.”
“Please, sir, may I come?” Nathan rasped.
“You can come when I fuck you,” Jan said, still squeezing Nathan’s shaft and now gripping a handful of pliant ass-cheek.
Nathan was shocked. He wasn’t ready for this. But with the plug out, his hole felt empty. It had been full for hours and had brought him pleasure. Maybe he could take Jan’s cock. He had adjusted to the plug right away. How much could it hurt? His pucker spasmed, closing up, wanting to be stretched open again. He could feel it – a need, an itch to be scratched.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Again the insistent voice in his ear. Again making him decide. Or maybe just making him say it. Maybe there was no decision to make. Nathan needed to succumb, to do whatever Jan wanted.
“Yes!” he squeaked. Jan’s arm around him was strong, compressing him.
“Ask.”
“Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me,” he babbled.
Jan pushed Nathan up against the wall; he had to turn his face; his cheek was mashed against it. He put his arms up to ease the pressure. Jan kicked his feet apart. Somehow in the process Jan had opened his pants; Nathan could feel Jan’s massive shaft pressing in on him, pressing into his crevice, rubbing against his tender hole, now shrunk down to size. It wanted to open up again, it wanted to be filled.
Nathan felt detached, as if his anus had a mind of its own. He noted how his pucker clenched as Jan repositioned his weapon to penetrate him. He felt a sympathetic thrill when his hole gave in just enough to feel the invading tip pry it open. His sphincter relaxed once the tip was inside, opening enough to welcome the entire cockhead. Welcoming the stretching, it wanted that feeling of fullness again.
Jan pushed. Given an inch, he wanted the whole nine yards. He gripped Nathan’s hips with both hands and pushed. Gently at first, but insistently, he pushed his cockhead deeper. Nathan felt his prostate compress; his cock pulsed, his precum ran, dripping off his balls.
Feeling a new point of resistance, Jan increased the pressure. “Open up, cunt!” he hissed in Nathan’s ear as he pulled the hips back and thrust his own forward.
“Ughhh…” Nathan moaned, feeling pain now, a deep, sharp stabbing in his bowels.
Jan relaxed a bit, relenting, allowing the rectal spasm to ease his invading tool backwards a little. He paused. The spasm passed, the pain dulled. Nathan let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
Jan lunged forward again, running his probe past the kink in its path, going much deeper.
“Oh!” A little squeal of surprise escaped Nathan’s lips at the sudden rearrangement of his bowels as they conformed themselves to the invasion.
Jan was halfway in. He paused again before recommencing his onslaught. Methodically, he advanced, pulling back a half-inch, then forward an inch at a time until he had worked it in all the way, balls-deep in his plaything’s pussy.
Nathan was arching his back, unconsciously assisting in his transformation, his masculinity redefined by penetration; his anus morphed to cunt by his acquiescence, by the fullness he surrendered to with the pleasure of knowing that had met the pain and bested it.
He groaned, a deep, guttural vibration that accompanied his awakening, the acknowledgement that he wanted this. That he would want it again. He knew it. It felt that good. He needed it.
Jan was fucking him now. Fucking him properly. Long, forceful strokes, using the entire length of his powerful cock. Pounding the pussy he had created. Plundering the depths of Nathan’s innards.
Nathan was in an altered state. The friction on his sphincter as the plundering shaft plowed through its clinging grip, back and forth, over and over, generated a radiant glow of pure physical pleasure that pulsed throughout his body, up his spine, into his brain, conquering any remaining autonomy. He was possessed.
“You ready to come now?” he growled in Nathan’s ear.
“Yes. Please. Can I come now?” Nathan whimpered.
Jan reached for Nathan’s straining, dripping cock and jerked it. Nathan’s entire body shook. His sperm went flying. His entire rectal region shuddered in the launch of his ejaculation. Likewise, it triggered Jan, who with a groan slammed into the yielding flesh of Nathan’s bottom and exploded with a cannonade, a massive volley of steaming spunk into the depths of his bowels.
When Jan withdrew and released his hold, Nathan went down on his knees, dazed, but not confused. “Thank you,” he panted, breathless and awestruck.
Jan had put his cock away before Nathan raised his head. Nathan had decided. He was going to keep the cabin. And he was going to do whatever it might take to keep Jan.
“Thank you for what?” Jan asked, secretly pleased with the Nathan’s behavior. He was going to be even more fun to train than his father had been.
“Thank you for fucking me, sir,” Nathan said, blushing. He looked down, afraid to meet Jan’s eyes, but longing to please him. “I’m going to keep the cabin. Will you stay on as caretaker? I’ll do everything you say.”
Jan smiled to himself. To Nathan he said, “I think that’s a good decision… We’ll see; we’ve got another twenty-four hours.”
Nathan smiled too; he was sure. He had been obedient and had had tasted submission. He had relished it. Whatever Jan might do to test him, he knew he would prevail.
It was going to be a new life, living for the weekends. Spending time at the cabin.
Jan was going to take care of him.
