Twisted

by Jake Mactire

  “Okay. I’ll just keep fuckin’ and workin’ your balls. Is that what you want?”

  “Yeah, it feels soooo good. That was hot, havin’ you shave me. Did you like it?”

  “I liked watchin’ how it affected you. I gotta say too, you look pretty hot with those smooth balls and the fur missin’ from around the base of your dick. That makes that big cock of yours seem even bigger. So you really liked me takin’ a razor to your balls?”

  “Yeah, that was hot. You marked me, you made me yours.”

  “That’s right, Mike, you are mine. My boy. My fuck toy. You just love gettin’ fucked, don’t ya?”

  “Yeah, by you. Fuck me harder, Jeffy. Really ram it in. I wanna know later I got fucked.” I picked up the pace and began moving around a bit as I thrust into him. He was trying to thrust himself against me and also to push his balls harder into my hand. I could hear him breathing real heavy. He wasn’t even touching his dick.

  “You’re really horned up after gettin’ shaved, ain’t ya? You like havin’ those smooth balls worked just about as much as you like gettin’ fucked, eh, boy?” He just moaned in response. “That sweet ass of yours is gettin’ me close. I’m gonna shoot soon. Yeah, your guy’s fuckin’ your ass till he comes. You want me to come, Mike?” He let out one long groan and then a shout. His cock began pumping, and the first shot hit him right on the chin. He shot five more rounds, each hitting a little further down his body. I made it to about three before I lost it. I seemed to shoot forever and then collapsed on the bed next to Mike. He crawled up a bit and snuggled against me with his head on my chest.

  “That was awesome, Jeff. Thanks for tryin’ that. Gettin’ shaved like that really got me horned up.”

  “You’re kiddin’? I couldn’t tell!” We both laughed. “I got an idea, buddy. Are you up for goin’ skiin’ now?” Mike looked up at the skylight. It was already twilight.

  “But it’s almost dark now. Can we go skiin’ in the dark?”

  “It’s a full moon tonight. It’ll be as bright as day with all the snow to reflect the light. Unless you don’t wanna go for a moonlight ski trip with me.” I couldn’t hide the smile when I said that.

  “That sounds like fun. Remember the ski goggles I bought us in the sports shop uptown? I thought they’d be good on real cloudy days. They’re yellow and they sort of amplify the light.”

  “Great idea, Mike. Let’s get cleaned off and geared up!”

  ABOUT an hour later, we were outside and several miles down the trail. It was really cold, since it was clear, and the bright moon and the snow cast the world in a silver-blue light. The stars were really bright too. Even in the woods, the trees were far enough apart or bare enough to permit us to see the trail clearly. Mike had been leading since we left the ranch. He stopped where the trail curved close to the river, to wait for me. I skied right up next to him.

  “You got ice all over your beard, buddy.”

  “So do you, Jeff. C’mere.” I went right up to him. We leaned into each other.

  “Wanna see if we can melt some ice?” After saying that, I leaned into him and kissed him. As we pushed our faces together, I could feel the ice in my beard and his. His lips were warm and his tongue hot in my mouth. I could taste wintergreen Skoal. The kiss was a long and lingering one. We’d just played, so it wasn’t a kiss full of desperation or even sexual passion. It was more a bonding and sharing kiss. For me, it seemed to speak volumes about just how important this man was to me. I rubbed my gloved hand down the side of his face, stroking his icy beard, communicating with the gesture and the kiss the depths of my feelings.

  Without words, he seemed to pick up on my unspoken communication. He pulled back and looked at me. “Wow, that was some kiss, Jeff. I like kissin’ ya out here on the trail, under the moon.”

  “Yeah, it’s pretty special, ain’t it? I love the woods in winter, and it seems in winter under a full moon, they’re even more beautiful.”

  “The whole world seems blue and silver. It’s kinda magical.”

  “That it is, Mike, and it’s even more special, sharin’ it with you.”

  “I bet you say that to all the guys.” He nuzzled into me and laughed when I pulled back due to the ice on his beard.

  “Actually, there’s only one guy who’s ever been special enough for me to share this with.” We kissed again. As we broke apart, I looked up. In the north, curtains of light danced across the sky. The northern lights were out. I nodded my head to the north, and Mike looked.

  “Wow, the aurora! Remember last year when we sat on the porch and watched the northern lights? They were blue then. Now they’re red.”

  “I do remember. Seems this night couldn’t get more beautiful, could it?”

  “No, Jeff, it sure couldn’t.” I didn’t realize then, although the night couldn’t get more beautiful, it sure could get uglier.

  WE STOOD and watched the aurora for about fifteen minutes. We were starting to get a bit cold, so we decided to ski on and go to the parking lot by Green’s Farm. It was one of the few places where there was a parking lot right by the trail. It’s actually a sno-park, an area where folks could park their cars to participate in different winter sports. In most areas, you had to ski a bit to reach the trail. On one side of the parking lot were several picnic tables. We’d brought a couple of thermoses with hot chocolate spiked with Bailey’s and some granola bars and trail mix. It would be a perfect place to have a snack and then turn around. The lot was six miles or so from the ranch, as the skier skis, so that meant a nice easy jaunt of twelve miles. I made the suggestion to Mike, and we both agreed it was a plan. We got back on the trail and headed toward our goal. The trail had its ups and downs, but in general it was a gradual downhill from west to east, the direction in which we were skiing. Mike had improved by leaps and bounds. I had taught him how to skate-ski last week. Skate-skiing is where the skier pushes off with one ski, then the other, using the inside edge of the ski. When you watch someone skate-skiing, it looks just like they are ice skating, but with skis on their feet. It’s a great technique for the trails which aren’t groomed, or trails that have gotten so much use that the grooming tracks have disappeared. The normal cross-country ski technique is moving your skis straight forward. Mike took to skate-skiing like a duck to water. He picked it up right away.

  As we skied through the moonlight, closer to the parking lot at Green’s Farm, we came up on a long, gradual downhill slope. Since the grade was so gentle, it seems that everyone who uses this section of trail, skate-skis on it. Mike pulled up to the top and stopped. I skied up to him.

  “What’s up, Mike?”

  “Can you let me go ahead and skate-ski down the hill? I want you to follow and tell me what you think of my technique. I especially want to know what you think of how I take the curve about halfway down.”

  “Sure, buddy. I’m happy to do that. Besides, that way I get to watch that cute ass of yours in those tights.”

  “Horndog! You just got a piece of ass, now you want another.”

  “I didn’t say anythin’ about wantin’ it, just wantin’ to watch it. Besides, you don’t mean to tell me that you don’t watch me when I ski in front of you, do you?”

  He grinned at me. “Guilty as charged. Besides, if I can’t watch your ass, who can?”

  “Okay, Mike, point made.” I was laughing. “Wait for me at the bottom, and we can have some hot chocolate and trail mix at one of the picnic tables there.”

  “If I do, can I have another kiss like we had before?”

  “Hell, Mike, you don’t even got to ask for that. Get that cute ass of yours over here, and I’ll give you a nice kiss for luck.”

  “How can I say no when you ask so nice?” He came over, and I put my arms around him and drew him into me. The kiss was another nice one, lingering and sweet. We finally broke apart, and Mike skied over to the path.

  “Okay, Jeff, watch and let me know how I’m doin’.”

  “You got it, bud.” He started to
ski skate down the gradual slope. I waited until he’d gone about twenty yards and followed after him. Although it was dark, the moonlight was bright enough where I could see him clearly. He had really good form. Each time he’d push off, he’d skate with that ski, and then fall into the same easy rhythm with the other ski.

  I thought again just how much Mike had improved since we’d started skiing together. He came up on the curve and took it really well. He stayed in perfect form as he leaned into the turn and moved his skis just enough to take the curve easily. He was out of my sight for a few seconds until I rounded the curve. He was still in perfect form. I watched him for a few seconds, enjoying the motion of his glutes as he skate-skied.

  IT WAS then that I noticed the van parked at the bottom of the hill, halfway across the trail where it joined the parking lot.

  “Asshole.” I swore aloud. Whoever it was, had to be from out of town. Cross-country skiing is the lifeblood of the valley in the wintertime, and no one local would park a vehicle, blocking a trailhead.

  Mike saw the van and slowed down a bit. I could see him turn as he came up on the van so he would ski past it on the two feet of the trail which weren’t blocked. Just as he drew abreast of the van, someone jumped out and grabbed him. I started to ski much faster. Being grabbed from the side door of the van threw him off balance. He dragged his attacker out of the van. I could see Mike struggling. The person who jumped him shoved something in his face. Almost immediately, Mike seemed to go limp and start to fall away from his attacker. The guy from the van threw down the rag he had pushed into Mike’s face. He pulled Mike’s limp form up and began to push him into the van. I was beginning to panic. Mike was being kidnapped! As the guy pushed Mike into the van, his skis caught in the door. The kidnapper looked at me. I was just seconds away. He pushed again, but Mike’s skis held fast.

  As I came up, he grabbed the back of Mike’s coat and pulled him back and out of the van. Without bothering to close the side door, he jumped partway into the driver’s seat. The driver’s door must have been open all the time. As I skied up, I pulled up one of my ski poles and held it like a spear. The only thing I could see of the guy was his leg, disappearing into the van. I stabbed at him with my ski pole and managed to hit his leg. He howled as the blunt metal tip went through his jeans and into his left calf. He slammed the door, breaking my pole. I skied up to the window, but could only see he was wearing a balaclava-type ski mask, the type which covers your face.

  The van started, and I held on to the driver’s door. I managed to open it as he was pulling away. I held on as he gathered speed. The door swung wide, and I hit a dry patch on the asphalt of the parking lot. I felt myself falling and let go of the handle. The van peeled out, the driver slamming the door. I looked at the license plate, but it had been covered with snow.

  I picked myself up, took off my skis, and ran back to Mike. He was lying on the ice of the parking lot. I could see he was white as a sheet. I pulled off my glove and put my hand above his nose and mouth. I felt the reassuring puff of warm air as he exhaled. I reached through his scarf and to his neck. I could clearly feel his pulse. There was a chemical smell clinging to him. The bastard had drugged him!

  I sat down on the cold ice. I gently felt around Mike’s head. There was a bit of a lump on the back. He’d obviously hit his head when he fell. I put his head in my lap and pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I have Sheriff Johnston’s phone number on speed dial. Normally I use it for Sandy, but this time I needed him. It rang several times, and he picked up himself.

  “Hello.”

  “Sheriff, it’s Jeff. Someone tried to kidnap Mike at the parking lot at Green’s Farm.”

  “Tried? He’s okay then?”

  “The kidnapper didn’t get him, but he’s unconscious. The guy drove away toward Winslett in a dark blue or black van. The back plate is covered in snow. The van has a passenger door on the driver’s side. It’s a slidin’ door. The driver had on a black ski mask and a black winter coat. Looked like he was in black jeans, also.”

  “Jeff, I’m on my way. I’ll look for him as I drive out there. Call 911 for Mike.”

  “I will.” I hung up and made the 911 call. When I was sure they were on their way, I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around Mike. Cross-country skiing is a lot of exercise, and you stay really warm while you are skiing. When you stop, you get cold quickly. I was worried about Mike lying on the ice and being wet from sweating from the exercise. I was starting to shiver. Both of us were only a few minutes from hypothermia.

  I began to talk to Mike as I held him. “It’s gonna be okay, buddy. Help is on the way. It’s a good thing you were smart enough to try to fight when he grabbed you. You’re gonna be fine, Mike. I love you too much to let anything happen to you.” I was starting to feel guilty that I hadn’t gotten the bastard and prevented him from drugging Mike. I pulled him more onto my lap and stretched out my legs so he was on them and off the cold, icy ground. I was starting to shiver something fierce. My teeth chattered as I continued to talk to Mike. “Hang in there, buddy. You’re all right. I can hear the sirens now, Mike. Just hold on. I’m takin’ care of you. I won’t let anythin’ happen to you, buddy.”

  Just then the ambulance pulled in. They pulled right up next to us. The driver and another paramedic jumped out. One came over with a bag, and the other went to the back of the ambulance.

  “What knocked him out?”

  “Some guy tried to kidnap him. He’d pushed that rag over there in his face.” I was shivering so much I could barely talk.

  “Kurt, bring an extra blanket.” The paramedic had yelled to his partner. He pulled on a stethoscope and put it against the pulse point on Mike’s neck. He looked at his watch.

  “His heartbeat is a bit slow, but steady and strong. Put your jacket back on.” He pulled the jacket off of Mike and gave it to me. He wrapped his blood pressure cuff around Mike’s arm.

  “Blood pressure is one ten over seventy. His vitals are good and strong.” By then the other paramedic had a stretcher next to Mike. They both lifted him gently onto the stretcher and covered him with a blanket. The first paramedic then wrapped the other blanket around me.

  “Let’s get you off the ground. Can you stand up?”

  “I’m pretty cold and stiff. Can you give me a hand?” Just then I saw the sheriff pull in.

  The paramedic helped me up. “Let’s get you in the ambulance too. You’re colder than your friend, there.”

  “I tried to keep him warm and off the ice.”

  “You did a great job. Where’s the rag the guy pushed in his face?” I pointed to it.

  “There.” He walked over and picked it up gingerly. He sniffed it from a bit of a distance.

  “Chloroform. Your buddy’s gonna have a headache, but he’ll be fine.” The other paramedic had wheeled Mike over to the ambulance. In just a few seconds, they had Mike in the back and hooked up to an oxygen mask. The sheriff walked over to me.

  “I heard they’re taking you to the clinic in Twisp also. I’ll meet you there. I’ll take your and Mike’s skis too.”

  “Thanks, sheriff. You may want to take one of my poles for evidence. It’s pretty bloody. Might be some DNA or something on it. I stabbed the motherfucker who went after Mike, with it.”

  The sheriff just stared at me for a moment and then gave a mirthless chuckle. “I suppose you did. Now get in the ambulance. I’ll be behind you in a few minutes. I reckon the van was parked near the trailhead?”

  “Half blockin’ it, sir.”

  “Okay. Now, see you in the clinic.” I walked over to the ambulance. I still felt cold as ice. I climbed in and sat on one of the benches, next to Mike. It was warm in the ambulance and felt great. I was shaking like a leaf. The paramedic looked at me.

  “You were pretty cold there, and you’re probably comin’ down off of a major adrenaline rush.”

  “Whatever it is, I feel like a chicken with its neck wrung.”

  “We’ll have the docto
r check you over too, when we get to the clinic.”

  “As long as he takes care of Mike first.”

  “Don’t worry, bud. We got more than one doctor.” I took Mike’s hand and leaned back against the side of the ambulance. The only thing that mattered to me was Mike was safe.

  Chapter Ten

  “MR. CONNELLY, your body temperature is about five degrees below normal. You were even colder when you were brought in. You need to just lie there in the heated blankets and get warm.”

  “I’m fine, Doctor. I just wanna go and be by Mike. What if he wakes up, and I’m not there? I don’t want him to get any more upset than he is. Can’t I wrap up in a blanket in his room?”

  “You’re not going to let up or sit still until you are with him, are you?” The doctor gave me a stern look. I was wracked with shivering, but I really didn’t care.

  “No, sir, Mike is my number one priority.”

  “If we wheel your bed in next to his, will you keep the blanket on and sit still?”

  “Yes, sir.” Within five minutes, an orderly was wheeling me down the hall into another room. He pushed my gurney right next to Mike’s. Mike was still out of it. He was hooked up to a monitor, and he had an IV drip in, too. Another doctor was writing in his chart.

  “How is he, Doctor?”

  “He inhaled a bit of chloroform, and it seems when he was thrown out of the van, he hit his head on the ground. With the knit cap, he didn’t get bumped too badly. His pupils are equal and reactive. He should be coming to in another hour or so. I imagine he’ll have quite a headache for a day or so, but he should be fine. Your having covered him up and keeping him off the ground helped quite a bit. I’d venture you got quite a bit colder than he did.”

  “I reckon so. How long will he stay in the clinic, here?”

  “I want to keep him overnight for observation. Chloroform can be toxic and can cause problems with the heart, so I want to monitor him for a day to make sure he has none of those problems and that the drug is totally metabolized.”