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Archive name: climbing.txt (MM, nc, hum)
Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story title : The Climbing Hut

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The Climbing Hut (MM, nc, hum)
By - Tafod Arian


I had just come over the shoulder of the lower part of the north 
ridge of the Eiger and I was relieved to see the mountain hut in a 
small valley about a hundred feet below me. It was beginning to 
get dark and the snow was starting to fall again so it was really 
time to find shelter for the night. As I made my way across the 
snow to the hut I could see a faint yellow light in the window so 
I should have company. I shook the snow from my boots, pushed open 
the door and entered the hut. A blast of warm air greeted me. My 
companion for the next few hours had clearly been there for quite 
a while. He had got the stove going and the hut was nice and warm. 
I could smell coffee and a stew on the stove.

I looked calculatingly at him. He was about five foot six and 
slightly built, weighing at least forty pounds less than my two 
hundred and ten. He had longish blonde hair and very delicate, 
almost feminine, features. His legs and arms were very smooth and 
almost hairless and there was no trace of facial hair on his 
smooth cheeks. As the hut was very warm he was wearing only a 
tight tee-shirt and a pair of shorts. He had climbing socks to 
keep his feet warm on the bare wooden boards of the floor. He 
looked up at me apprehensively.

I nodded to him and took off my boots and weather gear. As it was 
so warm I stripped immediately to a pair of shorts. I saw him 
glance quickly at me out of the corner of his eyes and a flush 
stained his cheek as he realised that I had caught him watching 
me. I saw a book on a nearby table. It was in English so I was on 
fairly safe ground. "Aren't you going to pour me a coffee, kid?" I 
asked abruptly as I walked over and sat on the only large 
comfortable chair in the hut next to the stove. I let him fuss 
round getting my coffee while I just relaxed never taking my eyes 
off him. My continual scrutiny was making him uncomfortable.

He brought my coffee over and handed it to me and I could see him, 
despite himself, run his eyes over my body. I am six foot four so 
I was considerably taller and heavier than he was. In contrast to 
him I have rather thick dark body hair. I am well muscled, with 
well-defined pectorals as I work out regularly. My nipples are 
particularly prominent surrounded by large dark areolae. All of 
this he could see since I had stripped to my shorts and it was 
clearly making him uncomfortable.  What he couldn't see was that 
under my shorts I have a fairly large prick. It is about eight 
inches long when erect and pretty thick. As I am circumcised the 
knob-head is the size of a small orange.

I continued to look at him as I drank my coffee. "What's your 
name, kid?" I asked abruptly.  Jonathan" he said in a rather high-
pitched unsteady voice. I could see that in addition to his rather 
feminine features he had a distinctly plump body with prominent 
breast mounds outlined under his tight tee-shirt, almost like the 
developing tits of a teenage girl. I could see his small nipples 
clearly through the thin fabric. As he was walking away after 
handing me my coffee, I noticed that he had rather chubby calves 
and thighs leading up to a very meaty arse. When he turned around 
I could see the slight bulge of his prick and balls against the 
material of his shorts.

"Are you going up or down?" I asked him. "I would be too scared to 
go any higher than this" he said in his breathy voice "I've been 
here for two days waiting for the weather to improve so that I 
could get down." "I think that we may be here another day" I said 
casually "the weather is closing in and no-one else will be able 
to get to the hut until it begins to clear." He began to look 
anxious.

"Are you married, Jonathan?" I asked. "Yes" he said shyly "I am on 
honeymoon and my wife is in a hotel down in Grindelwald below. We 
are staying for two weeks."

The possibilities of this situation were intriguing. A young, 
straight, recently married man at my disposal for at least a day. 
I was sufficiently more powerful than he was to be sure that I 
could do what I liked but I was confident that not much physical 
force would be required. With types like Jonathan, mental control 
is much easier and ultimately more satisfying.

I looked round the hut. There was just one room with a small 
curtained-off toilet area. There was only one large bed in one 
corner. Originally there had been two bunks but previous climbers 
had used the wood for the stove and they were an unusable ruin in 
one corner. There was a large table with four straight wooden 
kitchen chairs, on one of which Jonathon was sitting and one large 
padded chair by the stove which I had automatically commandeered 
as if by right. I began to exert more control.

"Well, from the smell you seem to have made supper," I said, "why 
don't you go ahead and serve it out." He started fussing with pots 
and pans like a housewife while I looked in the cupboards and in 
the small fridge. I found to my pleasure that previous occupants 
had left a few bottles of strong German beer. I lay back in the 
chair with my feet to the stove and watched him serve my dinner. 
"Get some beer from the cupboard, kid"  I commanded "and pour me a 
glass. You won't want any." He looked at me in surprise, did as I 
said but did not reply.

When he had served the dinner I came to the table and sat opposite 
him. I drank my beer and enjoyed a pretty good stew. I had 
finished mine before he was halfway through his. "Get me some 
more, kid" I ordered abruptly. He hurried to do as I said and it 
was clear that he was more than a little frightened of me. That 
was good!. I finished my second plateful and left him at the table 
while I went back to my chair. "Make some fresh coffee" I 
commanded casually and lay back and shut my eyes. I dozed for a 
few minutes until the aroma of fresh coffee stirred me. I just 
held out my hand and he rushed across with a mug. he sat on a hard 
chair watching me warily like a mongoose watching a snake.

As I drank my coffee I began to feel nice and relaxed and I could 
feel my prick beginning to stir as I looked across at Jonathan who 
was sitting on a hard chair by the stove with his thighs tightly 
pressed together and his hands clenched on his knees. He looked 
very uptight. I was very pleased with the set-up which had endless 
possibilities. I could of course have done anything I liked to him 
at any time as I was so much more powerful. He was too afraid and 
uptight to put up much resistance. I am never crude however. I am 
an artist who likes to mess with minds as well as bodies and I 
felt that I was in for a good evening. I began to pressure him.

"What's your wife's name kid, and how old is she?" I asked 
casually. He answered before he thought. "Her name is Jane and she 
is twenty-two like me."  
It was time to let him know how things were going to be so that 
there was no misunderstanding. "And has Jane got big tits?" I 
asked deliberately crudely. "You can't talk about my wife like 
that!" he gasped.
I sighed, got up from my chair and walked over to him. He cowered 
back. I wound the fingers of my left hand in his long soft blonde 
hair and pulled him to his feet. I began to slap his face with my 
right hand first on one cheek with the open hand and then 
backhanded across the other. I did this hard five or six times 
until he began to sob. He was pulling against my hand but I had 
too firm a grip in his hair for him to move much. I threw him back 
down on his hard chair and he sat sobbing rubbing his cheek.

"We will get on much better, kid, if you do as you are told," I 
warned him. "Now, answer the question."

 There was a pause and he said reluctantly, "She has medium-sized 
breasts."
"Describe her in detail," I ordered.

He looked at me with hatred and fear in his hazel eyes. "She is 
about five-foot four with a trim figure, medium-sized breasts and 
nice legs." "Has she got a nice arse?" I asked him brutally.
"I think so" he whispered.
"I think I'd like to see a picture of her," I said with authority.

He looked at me and went to his pack which lay on the foot of the 
big bed. he took some photographs from a pocket and I thought that 
he looked furtive and uncomfortable. I glanced quickly at a series 
of photographs of a trim, conventionally pretty young brunette. 
She didn't do anything for me. I was more interested in her 
husband. "Have you got anything else of Jane's with you?" I asked, 
his manner having given him away.

He looked at me sickly. "Open your pack on the bed," I ordered.

Knowing that resistance was useless he reluctantly did as I had 
commanded. I walked over and looked through his belongings. At 
once I found what he was trying to hide. It was a yellow baby-doll 
shortie nightie with matching panties in either silk or the best 
sheer nylon. I picked it up enjoying the feel of the fabric and 
looked at the blushing young man. "And what have we here then?" I 
mocked.

He looked down at his feet but did not reply.

"Well?" I asked threateningly.

"That's my wife's," he whispered "she wore it on our wedding 
night. I brought it to remind me of her." 

"We are going to be spending a lot of time together," I said "and 
you might as well be comfortable. As I like to see my partners in 
sexy clothes why don't you put on your wife's nightie and cute 
little panties for me?"

He flinched visibly at the word 'partners' and I could see the 
fear in his eyes. "I couldn't," he gasped, "I am straight and I 
couldn't wear women's clothes."

I just looked at him. "Let me put it this way, kid," I said 
quietly, "if you are not out of your gear and into that nightie in 
the next five minutes the slaps you just had will be nothing to 
what you will get. I will beat you to a pulp." I took a drink of 
my coffee and lay back and shut my eyes.
He reluctantly picked up the nightie and went into the curtained-
off toilet area. A few minutes later I heard him emerge 
hesitantly.

"Come over here and stand in front of me," I ordered. I was very 
pleased with his appearance.  The hem of the nightie was just 
below his balls' which I could see outlined in the tight silk 
panties. The bodice clung tightly to his breast mounds defining 
them clearly and his nipples and little areolae were prominent 
through the tight silk. "Yes," I thought "you'll make a very sexy 
companion for the night." Before going further physically I 
thought I would screw his mind up a bit more. "Just stand where 
you are with your hands by your sides," I said, "I want to know a 
bit more about you and Jane."

He stood looking at me, visibly trembling.

"Did you fuck Jane before you were married?" I asked casually.

He blushed and said quietly, "No, of course not, I respected her 
too much. She was a virgin on our wedding night."

"And how long were you engaged?" I asked.

"Just over two years," he said miserably.

"And in all that time you've never fucked her?" I asked 
incredulously, "what did you do? You must have done something! Did 
you feel her tits and cunt?"

He blushed furiously but knew that he would have to answer.  From 
the promptness of his reply I knew that he had decided that his 
ordeal would be shortened if he told me what I wanted to know. "In 
the cinema and in other places where it was dark I used to touch 
her breasts over her clothes. I never touched her sex."
"Her cunt, you mean," I said brutally.
"He nodded miserably, "Her cunt," he agreed.

"And did she ever touch your prick?" I asked.

There was a long pause. He said quietly and wretchedly, "When it 
was dark and she couldn't see me, she used to rub me through my 
trousers."

"Wank you, you mean?" I asked.

He nodded.

"And did she ever make you come?"

He nodded again.

"Did you have many girlfriends before Jane?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

"So that was your only experience of sex with a girl before you 
were married. Have you ever had sex with a man?"

He looked at me with horror. "No, of course not! I told you, I am 
straight. The thought of homosexuality repels me."

"Oh dear!" I thought. "It's just not going to be your night 
tonight is it?"

"Lift the hem of your nightie and turn round completely once, 
slowly," I demanded.

He looked at me aghast. He must have known since I ordered him 
into the feminine attire that something was going to happen but 
now he realised that it was starting. He reluctantly raised the 
hem of his nightie displaying his panties. They clung to his prick 
and balls clearly defining them. His prick was semi-erect and 
about five inches long but not very thick. A small stain of pre-
cum was evident.

"You've got quite a sexy little prick and arse," I said, "It's 
time to get comfortable. Come over here and pull my shorts off." I 
raised my arse and he reluctantly complied looking with horrified 
fascination at my large semi-erect prick and hairy balls but 
quickly moving away to stand by the table.

I stood up and walked over to his slight, trembling figure. I put 
my hand between his legs, cupped his balls through the sexy nylon 
of his panties and began to feel him up. "Have you ever been 
touched up by a proper man?" I asked. 
He looked terrified, "I told you I am straight. I have never done 
anything with men before. I think that it is disgusting."

I casually fondled his prick and balls and he became erect under 
my fingers. "What about this then?" I mocked "Jonathan's got a 
hard-on." Looking into his long-lashed sexy hazel eyes I began to 
gently wank him. "Is this what Jane used to do?" I asked. He 
nodded miserably, biting his lower-lip. 

I turned him so that his back was to me and began to rub my 
stiffening prick against his plump arse. I continued to gently 
wank him through the silk panties with my right hand while I 
kissed his neck under his soft blonde hair. I put my left hand 
round under his arm on to his little tit and began to feel him, 
pulling him hard against me on to my prick. I began to twist his 
nipple through the nightie as I wanked him. He gasped and trembled 
in my arms. "You are a sexy little piece, Jonathan," I whispered 
into his ear, "I'm going to have some fun tonight."

He groaned again. I suddenly let him go and walked back and sat 
down leaving him standing shaking. "Get me another beer" I 
ordered, " and then come over here."  

He did as I commanded without delay and stood in front of me 
looking down in horror at my eight inch erect prick and hairy 
balls. "I think that it would be nice if you sat on my knee, don't 
you? I am sure that you like it when Jane sits on your knee. Well, 
you're my girl for this evening."
He shook his head in horrified refusal.

"That was not a request." I chuckled reaching for his reluctant 
hand and sitting him on my lap so that my stiff prick protruded 
between his plump thighs just below his balls. I put my arm round 
him on to his plump little breast and began to feel his tit again. 
"Suck my nipples Jonathan, do both alternately," I said casually.

He looked dumbstruck. "I couldn't," he whispered in horror. I just 
wound his hair in my hand and put his mouth to my hairy nipple.
"Just start sucking, it's easy," I said, "use your lips, teeth and 
tongue, the way I hope that you have begun to learn to suck Jane's 
nipples." Nothing seemed to be happening so I gave his hair a 
threatening jerk. I began to feel him begin to suck my nipple, 
using his teeth to tease it and his tongue on the areaola. I let 
him get on with it and put my hand between his legs and began to 
fondle his prick and balls again. I lay back with one hand back on 
his tit and the other feeling his prick and balls while he 
unwillingly sucked my nipples, moving from one to the other. He 
really was not bad for a beginner and I began to feel waves of 
sensation from my nipples as he reluctantly sucked them. I enjoyed 
the feeling of his plump arse cheeks on my hard thighs as I looked 
down at my unwilling partner. I moved his head from my nipple and 
looked into his eyes.

"Let's see if Jane has taught you how to kiss properly" I said. 
His eyes widened but without giving him time to protest, or even 
think I put one hand behind his head and pulled him to me. He 
gasped. I put my tongue to his lips and gently but insistently 
pressured him until, despite himself, his lips parted. I took 
possession of his mouth, treating him as I would a sexy girl. I 
gave him a long deep kiss, sucking on his tongue and exploring his 
cheeks and gums with my demanding tongue.

He sat trembling and blushing on my lap as I continued my long 
deep kiss, my hand cupping his balls. His prick was stiff against 
the silk of his panties.  I moved my hand from his balls to his 
tits and began to fondle his plump breast mounds through his 
nightie occasionally twisting his nipples. He gasped into my mouth 
against the kiss. I moved my lips from his and looked into his 
blushing face.

"Well, you're a sexy little piece, Jonathan," I said mockingly, 
"you'll do very nicely for tonight." My fingers were getting 
sweaty from his balls so I moved my hand further back and slid a 
finger up the leg of his panties straight up his arse. 

He went rigid with shock.

"You just can't do that," he gasped, "you just can't! It's so 
perverted."
I just laughed and gave his arse a quick gentle finger-fuck before 
I pushed him off my lap. "Go and get me another beer and go and 
lie down on the bed." His resistance seemed at an end for the 
present and he did as I told him without comment. I went over to 
the big bed and stretched out beside him. I lay propped up on the 
pillows drinking my beer and looking at my blushing partner.

"You and Jane had so little sex before you were married that you 
must have done quite a lot of wanking," I remarked 
conversationally. He blushed deeper.  

"Well?" I asked.

He nodded dumbly.

"Every day?" I asked.

"Most days," he whispered.

"Good," I said "you should be an expert then. I feel like a nice 
wank. Just get on and toss me off." He took one look at me and 
realised that resistance would be useless. As I lay back and drank 
my beer my terrified young companion began to toss me off. He was 
really quite good at it, rapidly working up a nice rhythm while 
looking at my big stiff prick in horrified fascination. "Feel my 
balls with your other hand" I ordered and he hastened to comply.

I just relaxed back and enjoyed my beer while the frightened 
straight young husband dressed in his wife's sexy honeymoon  
nightie lay wanking me and fondling my big hairy balls. He looked 
utterly humiliated. I put my beer down and motioned him towards 
me. I made him come to me and I began to give him another deep 
kiss while he was wanking me. He must have realised by now that he 
was helpless because all the fight seemed to have gone out of him 
although I would be surprised though if more compulsion would not 
be needed before the end of the night.

I released his lips. "Take your panties off Jonathan," I ordered, 
"they're going to be in the way."

Without comment he slid them down his plump legs and dropped them 
on the floor. I lay and looked into his eyes while I fondled his 
bare, almost hairless balls and his stiff little prick. I nodded 
downwards and he recommenced tossing me off as expertly as before.

I looked calculatingly at Jonathan who looked back warily. "Did 
Jane suck you off on your wedding night?" I asked.

He looked shocked. "Certainly not, I would never ask her to do 
such a dirty thing."

"I'm sorry you feel like that," I chuckled, "because I want you to 
suck me off now."

"I couldn't" he whispered, "I just couldn't, I'd be sick. You 
can't make me do that. I won't. It is what queers do."
I just smiled. "It is what proper girls do for their men," I said 
firmly, "now start licking my prick and balls."

He shuddered and shrank away from me beginning to cry. "I just 
can't" he sobbed.

"Oh, I think you can, Jonathan," I said, putting one hand round 
his shoulders and moving his face towards my sweaty groin. Even 
now he tried to pull back as he smelt the male tang of my sweat. 
"I don't want to have to slap you," I warned. I felt his breath on 
my balls and the softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I 
put my hand on his soft blonde hair and pressed his head into my 
groin. "Lick me harder," I commanded harshly, "go all over my 
prick and balls." 

I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while he cleaned up my 
sweaty balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue but I 
noticed that he was carefully avoiding the threatening swell of my 
knob-head. "Time to put a stop to this," I thought.

"Jonathan," I said gently. He looked up at me, clearly hoping that 
I was going to let him stop. He should be so lucky! "You have 
cleaned up my sweat nicely and it feels much better." He was 
quietly crying. "Now take the end of my prick into your mouth and 
suck me off."

He looked hopelessly at me. "Please don't make me do this," he 
begged, "I'll do anything."

"Just do it!" I snapped and watched him take a prick between his 
lips for the first time. I reached down and put my hand on his 
soft blonde hair pushing his mouth firmly on to my prick. "Toss me 
off gently into your mouth," I ordered, "and suck my in time as 
you wank. Look at me while you are doing it and don't dare move 
your eyes from mine. Just keep on sucking me off until I tell you 
that you can stop."
He got the message very quickly and before long I was looking down 
at my new little cocksucker with his lips firmly closed around my 
thick shaft, his wide hazel eyes fixed on mine, tossing me off 
into his mouth and giving me a really pretty competent blowjob.

"Every so often, Jonathan, pause in sucking but keep on wanking. 
Draw your lips back so that only about an inch of my prick is in 
your mouth and run your soft tongue over the bottom rim of my 
knob-head."

He complied and a delicious wave of sensation flooded through me. 
"That's wonderful, Jonathan darling. You are a really good little 
cocksucker." He mechanically went back to tossing me off into his 
mouth and sucking me off with just the right degree of suction as 
the blush deepened on his cheeks. I just lay back and watched him 
humiliating himself as he sucked off a man for the first time 
enjoying the repugnance and fear in his eyes. He was doing such a 
good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to build again 
in my balls. I let him carry on sucking me off as the warmth built 
up. 

He knew that something was about to happen and I saw his eyes 
widen. I put my hand on his neck under his blonde hair holding his 
mouth firmly on my prick and pushing further until he was taking 
about four inches. "Just keep on sucking me off," I ordered 
harshly. The pressure built and I felt my prick spasm as I shot a 
load of hot cum into his reluctant mouth. He did not dare to move 
but looked wide-eyed with horror at me, he mouth firmly clamped on 
my softening prick.

I lay back and let him remove his mouth from my prick. A small 
stream of white cum ran down from one corner. He grabbed for a 
towel from beside the bed and rubbed his mouth furiously. "You 
filthy animal!" he gasped.

I just laughed. "That's what you will make Jane do to you if you 
have any sense," I said, "if a wife sucks her husband off every 
day it tends to keep her in her place. I need to relax, go and get 
me another beer."

He did as I asked clearly feeling that anything was preferable to 
being on the bed with me. I noticed with amusement that he quickly 
cleaned his teeth. I indicated to the bed by my side and he 
reluctantly lay down.

I lay on my elbow looking into his frightened eyes. Putting my 
hand under the hem of his silk nightie I began to feel him again. 
As usual, despite himself, he rapidly became stiff under my 
fingers. "Have you ever had a man up your arse?" I asked casually.

He looked absolutely thunderstruck, "I told you I am straight and 
I have never been with a man. You can't do that to me."

I just laughed, "If there is one thing I am good at, it is 
breaking in virgins," I said, "tonight is your big night 
Jonathan."

He began to cry, great racking sobs.

"Pull your heels up to your arse and spread your thighs," I 
ordered brusquely. He mutely did as I commanded and I put a small 
pillow under his arse raising it and giving me good access. I 
could see the dimple of his little arse hole behind his dangling 
balls. All this time I was gently wanking his stiff little prick. 
He looked at me in mute horror, sobbing convulsively. "I think 
that we will need quite a lot of lubrication for your little 
arse," I said conversationally as I increased the tempo of the 
wank. Despite himself he gave a groan through his sobs and came 
all over his stomach. 

"That'll do nicely," I said and moved to kneel between Jonathan's 
legs with my knees pressing his splayed thighs further apart. I 
casually put my fingers in the cum on his plump little belly and 
he gasped loudly as I transferred it to my prick making sure that 
it was nice and greasy. I took more of his cum on my fingers and 
began to smear Jonathan's arse.

He gave a loud sob, "Please don't, you can't, it's horrible," he 
pleaded. 

With no more messing about I put the head of my big stiff pick 
against Jonathan's virgin arse and gently pushed. He looked up at 
me, sobbing quietly and biting his bottom lip. Suddenly I felt the 
muscle give and the head of my prick entered his arse. I pushed it 
in about two inches and he gave a deep shuddering gasp. I lay more 
forward so that we were almost in the missionary position and I 
began to fondle his plump little chest. I could feel his nipple 
pressing against my palm through the nylon so I took it between 
finger and thumb and began to slowly twist it. 

He was sobbing loudly. Suddenly I felt the walls of his arse 
become much more moist, compliant and relaxed and I slowly pushed 
until I was sheathed in him to my balls. I lay on him, holding his 
nipple and looked into his eyes. "I have just taken your 
virginity, Jonathan," I said, "and it wasn't difficult was it? You 
didn't put up much of a struggle, I must say!"

He closed his eyes, shaking. I gently slapped his cheek. "Open 
your eyes, and keep them fixed on mine," I snapped. I began to 
kiss him while I felt his nipple and began to fuck him more 
vigorously using all of my prick. His eyes widened and he began to 
pant under my lips. I took my lips from his and looked into his 
eyes, "Put your legs round my back," I said, "and start moving 
your hips. I am doing all the work here."

His terrified eyes stared into mine as tears began to stream from 
his eyes but he reluctantly wrapped his plump legs around me just 
above my arse and began to pull me into him. His hips began to 
move with me and we began a nice slow rhythmical deep and 
satisfying fuck. He was gasping with each stroke of my prick. He 
clasped me with his thighs as tightly as any girl and his hips 
moved sweetly in rhythm to my deep thrusts. I lifted myself a 
little so that I could get my hands on his chest and I began to 
feel him again playing with his nipples while I fucked him. "You 
have quite a pretty pair of little tits here, you know?" I said to 
him. He blushed furiously. 

All this time his legs were clasped round me and I was fucking him 
hard. I looked into his eyes. "Are you enjoying this?"

He was silent. "Come on" I said.

He hesitated then suddenly gasped in a high-pitched breathy voice 
"No, I hate it.  You know I'm not gay and you're forcing me. I 
think that you are horrible." 

He had stopped sobbing and was looking up at me with hatred and 
fear in his hazel eyes. I moved up to his lips still twisting his 
nipple gently. "Kiss me Jonathan, I'm going to come inside you." 
With no more ado I pressed my lips to his and pushed my tongue 
imperiously into his soft mouth sucking on his tongue. I began to 
slowly increase the vigour of my strokes and I could smell him 
sweating under me. I felt the familiar tingle begin in my balls 
and my cock hardened as the ejaculation approached although as I 
had come into his mouth not long before I was able to last a bit 
longer.

I shot a load of cum deep up his arse and just lay still on top of 
him, feeling his cute little tits and kissing his soft full lips. 
He unclasped his legs from my sweaty hips and lay impaled on my 
softening prick a well-fucked deflowered virgin.

I pulled my prick from his arse and lay down on my back with my 
hands behind my head. Jonathan lay with his knees splayed out in a 
state of shock from the experience he had just endured.

I thought that it was time to wake him up. As I had a slave for 
the night, why not make use of him? The hut was very hot and after 
our exertions we were both stinking with sweat. I didn't care much 
but it was a great chance to further humiliate my young companion. 
"Get over here" I commanded.

He looked at me with dead eyes. "Don't make me have to come and 
get you" I said with some menace. He moved across the bed towards 
me, holding the hem of his nightie down over his soft prick. 
"Fucking you has made me all sweaty," I said conversationally, 
"it's your job to lick it all off, starting with my prick and 
balls."

He looked at me with horror. "I am getting tired of telling you 
things twice," I said, "any more hesitation and you'll go over my 
knee and I'll spank you until you can't sit down for a week." I 
felt his breath on my balls and then his tongue as he began to 
clean me up. I lay back and drank my beer, looking down at the 
frightened young man.

"When you've finished my balls, get up here and suck my tits for a 
while," I said.  "We're not finished yet so you can give me a nice 
wank to get me ready for you again."

He reluctantly moved up and began to suck my tits and I felt his 
soft hand tossing off my semi-erect prick. It would take a while 
to get me ready again but I was in no hurry. I lay back drinking 
my beer, enjoying the sensations from my tits, while he worked on 
my sweaty body. I put my hand in his hair and lifted his head from 
my tit, bringing his lips to mine. I lay kissing him with 
authority while he carried on tossing off my soft prick. I could 
see the resignation in his hazel eyes as he submitted to my 
caresses. I took my lips from his and said quietly, "My armpits 
are all sweaty, get in there and lick them out."

"I can't, it will make me sick," he quavered. I sighed and slapped 
him hard across the cheek.  

He looked at me in horror, the marks of my fingers clearly visible 
on his pale skin. "I warned you" I said "if you don't want more, 
just get on with it." He lifted my arm and began to lick out my 
armpit, shuddering gently and quietly sobbing, all the time 
continuing to toss me off. I let him move to the other side and do 
that one as well. I was beginning to feel much fresher now but I 
could tell that the wank was not doing much for me. I clearly 
needed a rest to get my strength back.

"OK kid" I said harshly "You can stop tossing me off, it isn't 
doing any good yet.  Make me some coffee and some sandwiches. 
Don't worry about anything for you, you don't deserve any." He did 
not look at me but rushed off to the stove to do as I had said. I 
could see the sheer nylon sticking to his sweaty body and clinging 
to his arse-cheeks, outlining the cleft of his plump arse. He 
brought my coffee and stood uncertainly by the bed. I patted the 
covers. "Come back to bed darling" I said maliciously. He blushed 
at the endearment but did as I ordered.

"Fucking you has made my arse all sweaty" I said conversationally 
"just get down there and clean it up." I lay back, spread my 
thighs wider and pushed a cushion under my arse so that he had 
complete access to my hairy hole.

"Oh God!" he gasped "you can't want me to do that. It is 
completely perverted. No one would do it."

"You will Jonathan" I said "you know what I will do to you if you 
give me any trouble."

He reluctantly moved down between my thighs and with a sob moved 
his head forward behind my balls and I felt him begin to lick my 
perineum, moving reluctantly towards my sweaty arse. I put my hand 
on his head and pulled him firmly between my thighs until I felt 
his lips on my arsehole. "Now just kiss my hole, running your 
tongue around the rim and pushing it as deeply up me as you can." 

He sobbed but complied and I relaxed back as he sucked and kissed 
my sweaty hole pushing his hot tongue deep inside me. He was 
crying quietly. The sensation was incredible as I looked down at 
the completely straight young blonde man dressed in a cute nightie 
between my spread thighs sucking, kissing firmly and deeply 
tonguing my sweaty arse. I lay back and watched him as he 
humiliated himself, destroying the last vestiges of his self-
respect, enjoying the sensations that spread from my arse hole 
through my body.  

I made him do it for what must have seemed hours to him but I was 
enjoying it too much to let him stop. Finally I patted him on the 
head. "That's fine, Jonathan, my hole is nice and clean now. You 
can go back to sucking me off." He quickly moved from my arse, 
looked up into my eyes, and took my soft prick deep into his hot 
mouth between his lips.

He began to automatically toss me off as he sucked me. I put my 
hand on his head and gently moved it back and forwards so that he 
was fucking my prick with his mouth but I wasn't getting hard. I 
took my hand away and he continued nursing at my soft prick with 
his sweet young mouth his head bobbing backwards and forwards. He 
had become a natural cocksucker in a short time.

I looked down at the humiliated husband with his sweet lips around 
my soft prick. "Still think you're straight then?" I mocked.

He shuddered, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

I just lay there and relaxed drinking my coffee and eating my 
sandwiches while Jonathan worked on my soft prick with his hot 
young mouth.

I decided that I had had it for the present and it was getting ate 
anyway. "Time to crash out" I said, "blow out the lamp and let's 
get some sleep."

He pulled his lips from my prick as though it was hot and went and 
blew out the lamp. The hut was now lit only by the soft red glow 
of the stove. I could hear the storm outside and wondered if we 
should be able to leave in the morning. It sounded fierce. I 
ignored Jonathan and turning away from him settled down to sleep. 
Before I dropped off I heard him sobbing quietly as he cried 
himself to sleep. I had turned his world upside down in a few 
short hours!

I awoke sometime later in the warm hut. I could smell the sweat 
from my young bedmate as I heard him breathing deeply as he slept. 
I would not have been surprised to find him awake and crying. He 
was lying on his back. I was beginning to feel like some more fun 
so I put my hand on his prick and gently felt it's soft length 
before moving down to fondle his balls. I moved back to his little 
prick and began to give him a gentle wank. Even although he was 
asleep he stiffened under my fingers. I tossed him off a little 
harder and he awoke with a deep gasp.

"Oh God!" he whispered "not again! Please leave me alone." I 
laughed quietly. 

"I feel ready for some more fun. You know how I like it so get 
down there and suck my arse while you toss me off and get me 
ready."

"I can't," he sobbed, "please don't make me."

I just squeezed his balls until he gasped with pain. "Please 
don't," he pleaded, holding my wrist.

"Just get on with it then" I ordered, turning my back to him. I 
felt his breath on my arse and he parted my cheeks. He put his 
lips to my hole and began to suck it, pushing his tongue up inside 
me. A wave of sensation spread to my balls and prick which rapidly 
hardened. I felt his soft hand on my knob and he began to expertly 
toss me off while vigorously tonguing and sucking my sweaty arse. 
I turned to him and simply pushed my stiff prick between his lips 
and he automatically began to suck me off.

He was becoming very well trained. I lay in the darkness enjoying 
the feel of his soft mouth enveloping my stiff prick. I let him 
suck me off for a while and then, grasping him by the hair I 
roughly pulled him up my body until we were face to face. I could 
feel his gasping breathing on my cheek. "I feel like a fuck, 
Jonathan" I said, "so get on your back and spread your legs."

His will was broken and he spread his thighs compliantly. I moved 
between his legs and shoved the whole eight inches straight up his 
arse, still moist from my earlier cum until I was buried up him to 
the balls. I didn't have to say anything. He clasped me with his 
smooth thighs and began to move with me as I roughly shagged the 
arse off him.

His plump little body made a lovely ride but I was not worried 
about prolonging it. I fucked him until I felt the warmth flooding 
my body spreading out from my balls and shot another load of hot 
cum up his young arse. I pulled my prick out almost at once, 
turned my back on him and settled down to sleep. I could hear him 
sobbing in the darkness.

When I awoke it was still dark and I had a raging hard-on. I 
looked across at Jonathan and I saw his eyes open in the light of 
the stove. "Get on with it, cocksucker," was all I had to say and 
he obediently moved down the bed and began to give me a nice blow-
job. I just lay there and relaxed, slowly waking up while he 
sucked me off. 

The weather seemed better and I couldn't hear the wind any longer. 
I let him suck me until I felt the tell-tale warmth in my balls 
and then I motioned him up the bed. I took him in my arms and gave 
him a searching kiss, tasting my cum on his lips while slipping a 
hand behind his legs and beginning to finger-fuck his wet arse 
which was noticeably slacker than it had been.

I fucked him with two fingers as I was kissing him without causing 
him obvious discomfort. When I was fully awake I released him. 
"OK, kid, make some coffee for me and then get on and make my 
breakfast. There's some stuff in my pack."

I lay there and watched him as he lit the lamp and made my coffee. 
Soon the smell of frying bacon and eggs began to fill the warm 
hut. He made a cute little figure in his crumpled and sweaty silk 
nightie as he bustled around making my breakfast. I finished my 
coffee and as I still had a raging hard-on I thought I would have 
a last fuck before I ate.

I got up and moved behind him, putting one hand round him to 
fondle his balls and the other on his tit which I squeezed firmly. 
"I fancy a fuck, Jonathan. Just the thing to work up an appetite. 
Put my breakfast in the oven for a while." I released him and 
watched him obey me while emitting a hopeless, helpless sob.

I went and sat on one of the hard kitchen chairs. He turned from 
the oven and stood looking at me. "Please, no, not again" he 
whimpered.

I motioned him towards me and, taking his hand, I drew him to me 
so that he was standing facing me with his thighs outside mine and 
his arse cheeks spread. I knew that his arse was moist from just 
finger-fucking him so I pulled him closer giving me good access to 
his greasy hole and pressed my thighs against his so that he was 
forced to spread his legs wider, opening his arse to my prick. 

"Guide my knob into your arse Jonathan" I ordered. He gave a 
convulsive sob but compliantly took my stiff prick in his little 
hand and brought it to his spread arse cheeks. I put my hands on 
his waist and pulled him down on to me, smoothly pushing my big 
stiff prick right up his greasy reluctant arse. He gave a gasp of 
pain and anguish but it was too late. I was in him to the balls 
and it felt great.  The moist sweaty walls of his arse gripped my 
prick sweetly.

As I was so much taller that he was, sitting astride me he could 
easily reach my nipples. I moved his face to my sweaty chest. "Get 
sucking" I ordered, "and fuck me using your legs to push."

I felt his lips quiescent on my nipple. I slapped his arse 
suddenly and hard. He gasped. "Get sucking" I repeated "and move 
your sexy little bum." I began to feel waves of sensation from my 
erect nipple as he began to move on my prick. He quickly got the 
hang of the rhythm but I controlled his movements until I had him 
giving me a deep satisfying slow fuck while pleasuring my stiff 
nipple with his hot reluctant pouting young lips.

I was enjoying myself and I just sat while the unhappy husband 
moved rhythmically on my stiff prick and sucked first one hard 
nipple and then the other as I directed his head. I felt his hot 
lips drawing harder on my hard sensitive nipple as I fucked deep 
into his now yielding arse. The heat built up in my balls and I 
drew Jonathan's head up. I looked into his defeated eyes, pulled 
his lips to mine and gave him a slow deep sexy kiss while I shot 
my load into his soft arse. I relaxed, cuddling the sweaty young 
body in my arms and fondling his plump buttocks through the silk 
as my prick softened. I slowly pulled my semi-erect prick from his 
arse. He gasped as I pushed him to his feet. His face was beaded 
with sweat, his nightie clinging to him and his hair was lank. He 
stood in front of me with cum running down his thighs. I indicated 
a chair. "Get me my breakfast and go and sit over there." He 
meekly complied and stiffly sat watching me across the table as I 
began my breakfast. I did not offer to let him eat or drink.

When I had finished eating I looked out of the window. It was a 
crisp morning with light snow and almost no wind so I decided to 
push on to the summit. I had a wash, packed my gear and dressed in 
my high altitude kit, finally pulling on my boots. All this time 
Jonathan was sitting, thighs clenched together in his sticky 
nightie watching me tensely. I put on my pack and moved to the 
door. At last I looked at him. "So long, kid" I said "I hope you 
get down OK. I'll be back in Grindelwald in a couple of days and I 
may call on you and Jane." I closed the door of the hut on his 
horrified look and moved across the snowfield towards the north 
ridge.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others
outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE*
unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You
only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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