Reindeer Games

by K. B. Wheelock

  “Blaze, want to do the honors since you seem to have been elected by our hostess for service?” Don said, his voice light, trying to pull the other man out of his mood.

  “Fuck you!” He took another swig from the bottle. “I’ll stay here where I can think of my sister as the little girl taking dance lessons.”

  Chapter 8

  The three men stumbled to a stop at the site in front of them.

  “Damn! What did we miss?” Dan asked.

  Pran didn’t even speak, just turning to return to the kitchen.

  Don’s eyes were riveted on the foursome in front of them. Q had made himself comfortable pushed up against Rudy’s back, his hands on her breasts, at the same time, Rudy’s mouth and fingers teased Vix, while Dash had finally entered the honeyed depths he had lusted after. All lit by the gentle glow of Rudy’s skin. “Damn!”

  “Look!” Dan pointed with his head to where Com sat in the Morris chair, one leg swung up on the extended arm rest. “He might talk about leaving, but he seems to enjoy watching.”

  Don snorted, “We best leave them and keep Blaze out of here.” The two men returned to the kitchen, Dan stopping to grab a few more bottles of amber liquid on the way.

  BLAZE TOOK A SWIG AND passed the bottle to Dan, missing the outstretched hand. “Take it, he slurred.

  “Gimme it, then” Dan tried to grab the bottle from Blaze’s swaying hand.

  “God, this is going to suck tomorrow.” Pran tipped his bottle back, then looked at it questioningly. “When did this go dry?” He threw the bottle over his shoulder and looked for another.

  “God, have to piss.” Don slowly stood, stumbling a little as he turned and carefully walked towards the only door they hadn’t opened yet. His exclamation had the other three men trying to stand, but only succeeding in pulling each other down.

  Finally standing, the three men stumbled into the bathroom, stopping to look around them. The room was easily as large as the kitchen. Along one wall, a double sink with gold faucets sat. On the opposite wall a door led into a small water closet, but it was the rest of the room that had their attention. A small pool was sunk into the floor in front of a large window that looked out into the woods. On either side of the pool and above the pool, shower heads were placed to create the perfect spray.

  “Holy fuck!” Dan said.

  Don walked out of the water closet, his dick still at half mast, “Peeing when half aroused...” he shook his head. “And yeah this bathroom is sweet. I’m trying that pool shower out.” He ignored the other men, flicking the handle to turn steaming water on.

  “Hell, we’re naked, we might as well join you.” Blaze said walking towards the pool, stepping into the basin with a shout as the steaming water hit his cold feet. Standing it came almost to his mid thigh. “This thing will take forever to fill,” he moaned.

  “Idiot, try turning all the faucets on.” Don gave him a digit as he walked by, turning the various handles.

  Pran walked over and set a large pile of thick white towels on the small table that was just outside the water area. “Ohh bubbles!.” He poured a half jar of green goo into the water, causing the room to fill with the scent of apples.

  “Bubbles are for pansies!” Blaze said as he sat down in the water, silently thankful for the blanket of bubbles that hid him.

  “Hey guys, I found Rudy’s room! That bed! It’s a waterbed that would fit all nine of us! I know where I’m sleeping. If Ruby lets us sleep, that is.” Dan said walking back into the bathroom. His eyebrows rose at the site of three men sitting together in the bubble filled tub. “Care if I join you?”

  “Only if you bring more booze,” Blaze responded with a grin.

  Chapter 9

  Much later, Don left to get snacks and more booze, yawning. “I’m not sure-” yawn

  “I can stay awake.”

  Yawning, Pran agreed. Sometime over the past hour of reheating water and drinking, Dan had ended up asleep on his shoulder. He hadn’t had the heart to move him. If he was honest with himself, the stolen minutes of fantasy over the past twelve hours were being squirreled away for rainy day memories.

  He shrugged his shoulder gently, resisting the urge to wake the larger man in a more personal manner. “Hey sleepyhead!”

  Dan mumbled something, nuzzling his face into Pran’s neck, causing Pran to moan.

  “Should we leave you two alone?” Blaze asked, his voice husky.

  Pran glared at him, “How about you help me?”

  “Um, have you ever woken a sleeping bear? Not happening. We could try to carry him?’ Blaze said.

  “That will be so much easier than waking him.” Pran tried again, but Dan just cuddled closer. “Who would have known he is such a cuddler in sleep?” Sighing, he adjusted Dan so that his head rested on his chest, allowing Pran to put his hands under Dan’s arms.

  “Grab his feet!,” he told Blaze as he stood, holding Dan’s slumped body. Once Blaze had Dan’s feet, Pran stepped out of the water, onto the cold tile. Dripping, the two men waddled to the bed, setting the large man on it. Pran climbed up on the bed behind Dan and closed his eyes.

  “Not going to dry off?” Blaze asked him.

  Pran shook his head, not opening his eyes. “Air dry and blankets. Night Blaze.”

  Blaze eyed the two men, then wandered out to the main room of the small cottage. There, he found Dash, Vix, Rudy and Q asleep in a pile of limbs. Com’s head was thrown back in the chair, his throat exposed as he snored loudly. His hand was still wrapped around his partially aroused member.

  “Cute aren’t they?” Don said, coming up behind Blaze.

  “Kind of.” He turned to look at Don. “Why couldn’t we be part of that?”

  “Maybe because Dash and Q already accept Vix as she is. Vix needs . . . acceptance instead of trying to fit in. She has always been one of the guys, yet not.”

  “I guess, but then what does that leave for the rest of us?” Blaze looks at the ground, not willing to admit what Don isn’t saying. That he needs to accept his sister for who she is, including her sexual choices.

  “Pran! He needs us.” With that Don turned, and left Blaze to think about that. Yawning he climbed into the bed. Though there was more than enough room in the bed, he found himself spooning Pran, who was spooning Dan.

  “Hmmm,” Pran cooed sleepily. “I am the jelly in a D sandwich.”

  Chapter 10

  “Tsk, tsk. Sleeping in my bed without permission!” Gentle taps of her crop woke Blaze, as Rudy continued. “Using my bath, drinking my booze.”

  “Wha-” Blaze started, but a manicured finger on his lips silenced him.

  “I’ll give you a pass, since I was otherwise occupied, but now,” she slowly crawled up the bed, “I’m hungry.”

  “Rudy?” Don asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

  “Oh, aren’t you the cutest when you wake up.” She purred, wrapping her hands around some morning wood. “Let’s see how quiet you can be. You wouldn’t want to wake the others.”

  Blaze was first to move, his hands reaching out to grab her breasts. Not to be outdone, Don reached down to start fondling her, groaning at the site of her head thrown back, neck exposed and a slight glow starting to light her skin.

  Don tried to lean in to kiss her neck, but she pulled her hand away, pushing him back. “No, not unless you want the others to join us.”

  Don looked over at Pran and Dan, sleeping spooned together and then leaned back shaking his head.

  “Good boys, now sit back and let Rudy, show you a good time.” She purred, as her hands returned to each of their rock hard dicks. “Oh, you are impressive.”

  PRAN ROLLED OVER, OPENING his eyes slowly. He pouted, “You’re playing without us?”

  Rudy didn’t respond just looking at Don. Don didn’t take his eyes off Rudy, but nodded his head, gulping.

  Pran gently ran his hand down Don’s chest, looking towards Blaze to see his reaction. But Blaze wasn’t looking at Pran. No, his eyes followe
d the movements of Pran’s hand as it took over for Rudy.

  “Thank you, Pran. Now let’s show these boys what a true wake up call means.” She inserted herself between Blaze and Don, so that her bottom nestled nicely into Blaze’s lap, her breasts pressed against Don’s chest. Pran was pressed against Don’s back.

  Don buried his face in Rudy’s neck, taking a shaking breath as he tried to control himself. But the onslaught of emotions, of pushing his comfort zone, of the physical sensations had him gasping.

  “Oh no you don’t, big boy. You’re going to last until I say.” Rudy pulled away and placed her finger on his lips. In response he opened his mouth and started to suck on her finger.

  Pran continued his gentle explorations, whispering into Don’s ear. “You’re sure you are okay with this?”

  His mouth occupied, Don nodded his head and swiveled his hips, making both Rudy and Pran moan.

  Awakened by the moans, Dan rolled over, “Is this an exclusive party?”

  Pran turned his head to look over his shoulder, “Only if you don’t participate.”

  In response, Dan hesitated a moment before he leaned over and took Pran’s lip and nipped.

  Chapter 11

  Blaze stood at the stove, a Red apron with ‘kiss the cook’ written on it protecting his bits from grease splatter as he cooked bacon and eggs. Pran made toast while the other men set the table or prepared coffee and juice.

  “No, no, no!” Rudy swatted Dash with her crop. “You must squeeze the oranges.” She pointed at the pile of oranges and the manual juicer.

  Dash looked at her incredulously. “You want me to squeeze the juice?”

  “Oh yes, otherwise you won’t get . . . squeezed.” She smiled sweetly at him.

  Looking across the room to where Vixen sat curled up talking with Com, he nodded and went over to start squeezing.

  Rudy followed him, draping herself over his back, reaching down for the implement between his legs. He stilled, hands holding the juicer as she stroked and squeezed until he was groaning and a small pearl of liquid eked out.

  “There,” she said a smile evident in her voice. “After breakfast maybe we can take care of that.” She kissed his shoulder and sauntered over to where Com sat with Vix.

  “Com, can you come help me?” She asked.

  He looked up at her, tilting his head as if questioning her. She looked at him and tapped her crop on his bicep. “Com?”

  Nodding, he stood to follow her, “Where are we going?” He asked.

  Rudy smiled up at him, “Oh, you will see.” Turning to Vix, she said, “I think Dash could use some help. When I left him, he was. . . a bit of uncomfortable. Would you be a dear and remedy that for me?”

  Vix bit her lip, nodding.

  “Oh, and dear? It might be best if you stayed on your knees.” Rudy smiled wickedly at the younger girl, making her blush.

  Vix hesitated a moment, but a tap of Rudy’s crop against her nipple had her complying as she lowered herself to her knees to crawl across the room. “She’s opening up perfectly,” Rudy sighed as she watched the young girl crawl across the room, her skin flushed slightly. Vix paused momentarily at the table before she continued to crawl under it, stopping to sit in front of Dash who had watched her progress across the room.

  When Rudy saw Dash nod and Vix reach for his distended member, Rudy turned to Com. “Now it’s your turn.”

  “Oh no, Rudy, I’m—” Thwack. His words cut off as he jumped.

  “No, you’re not. I won’t embarrass you in front of your brothers, unless you refuse me. Now come.” She pivoted on her heels, and stalked towards her room. Com followed her like a good reindeer on a harness.

  He expected her to stop in the bedroom, but instead she waltzed into the largest, most decadent bathroom he had ever seen. Letting out a whistle, he stopped just to take it all in.

  “Yes, my one splurge.” Rudy pulled her dress off, dropping it on the floor. “Now come be a dear and soap my back while we talk.”

  She stepped into the steaming tub, sighing at the heat. Com followed, unsure of what this talk would entail. Did she really see him, the real him?

  Picking up a loofa that sat on the edge of the small pool, he soaped it, rubbing lazy circles on her back. “What do you want to talk about? I’m sure one of the others would have been more than happy to help you.”

  Turning to face him, Rudy took the loofa away from him. “Com, have you ever—” He stopped her with a finger on her lips.

  “Rudy, I’m fine with how I am. I don’t need to be fixed and they don’t know that side. They just see me as a player.”

  “Comet, it isn’t fine.” Rudy said, trying to catch his eye. Should she play her card, the one that would cause him to run or to break?

  “Look.” Her hand slid down his body, beneath the bubbles to palm him. Her other hand sneaked further to grab his balls, squeezing gently. “You didn’t want to play with anyone, even now when you could have your way, you won’t play. The seven of them out there, they are now a team. They will be able to succeed together, but you won’t. You will forever sit on the outside.”

  Com looked away from her. “I can’t. I never have been able to. Watching is the only way I can come. Even now, I don’t respond.” He tried to turn away, to leave the pool, but Rudy anticipated him, blocking him with her body.

  “Please? I’m good at what I do, at reading people. Will you let me help you?” She looked up at him, her doe colored eyes looking innocent.

  Sighing he nodded. Before he could change his mind, she grabbed a blindfold that had been on the tile next to the pool and quickly tied it around his eyes.

  He tried to pull it off, but she touched his arm. “Trust me.” He lowered his hands, and head, in defeat. Smiling she reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ll help you out so that we can go to the bed and be more comfortable.”

  Dripping bubbles, she stepped out, leading Com to her bed. “I had this bed made for special nights. Now climb up and hold the headboard for me.” He did as he was asked. She quickly grabbed the handcuffs that were hooked to either side of the center of the headboard, clicking one on each wrist.

  “I’ll be right back, let me get a few things.” She slowly crawled down his body, trailing kisses, pleasantly pleased at the involuntary twitch his dick made when she kissed it. Yes, this was the way to break through his barrier, she thought.

  Chapter 12

  “Pran? Would you come help me?” Rudy asked, walking into the kitchen naked. Four sets of eyes looked to her, dicks suddenly bouncing at the site of her glowing skin. “Down boys, you’ve had your fun. You can entertain yourselves between the six of you.”

  Grabbing a small box from the freezer, she sashayed out of the kitchen, turning to eye each of them, a smile playing on her lips. “Don’t do anything I would do.”

  Stopping outside her door, she held a hand up to Pran. “What happens here goes no further than the three of us. It would break Com. You do only what I say and don’t speak until I tell you to, understand?”

  “Wh-”

  “No, agree or I will try this on my own. He needs this more than you can know.”

  Pran thought for a minute before nodding. Rudy searched his face for a minute, then turned to open the door.

  “Com, are you ready?”

  “I don’t think this will work. Let’s just forget it.” He tried to pull his hand from where it was tethered to the wall.

  Rudy handed the box she carried to Pran, then ran over to climb up next to Pran. Whispering in his ear, she asked, “Do you want to fly? To really fly?”

  He turned his head towards her, as if he could see through the blindfold and nodded.

  “Then let me work.” Turning to Pran, she nodded. He slowly approached the bed, being careful to not make a sound, his eyes taking in the object of many nights’ dreams.

  Slowly, trailing kisses down his body she settled herself over Com’s limp penis. “Com, tell me your fantasy. The one thin
g you would like above all else.” She didn’t really need to hear it, already having an idea of what he desired, but she wanted him envisioning it. As he spoke, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them, then started licking them, working her way up the length of him as he twitched and swelled.

  “OH!” Com groaned, his hips bucking.

  A secret smile crossed her lips. What gave her the most pleasure, made her glow, was breaking down barriers.

  Slowly, she sucked him into her mouth, letting him feel the warmth, then she reached her hand out to Pran for the box. He opened it to find a small cooler with small ice cubes and glass balls and other instruments. She reached in and pulled out two ice cubes, placing them in her mouth before she once again took Com in her mouth.

  Com, arched his back, gasping as she swirled her tongue and the ice cubes around his rapidly swelling dick. “What? What? How?” He panted.

  She didn’t respond until the ice cubes were melted and his hips bucked uncontrollably. “Just feel,” she told him, grabbing another ice cube from the box. She slowly crawled up his body, trailing icey kisses, taking a few minutes to swirl them around the small nubs on his chest.

  She reached her hand behind her. Pran quickly brought the box to her. She didn’t stop sucking and nibbling as she reached in, grabbing two glass balls about the size of large marbles. With hands that belied years of experience, she quickly inserted them into her heated channel and then slid herself onto Com’s dick with a sigh.

  “Oh! Oh!” He cried out, his hips spasming.

  “That’s it! Keep feeling, don’t stop.” She said, raising up so that only his tip was resting in her. With a flick of her wrist, she released the cuff on his one wrist, guiding it to her waist. “Now help me roll to our sides. There is so much more you need to feel.”